The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 83: Really Knows How to Pick the Time
Corbin caught a glimpse of their bewildered expressions, gave a mocking laugh, and without beating around the bush, simply explained the process of discovering The Salt Lake and how to sun-dry salt according to Luna Sutton’s method.
"Alright, just follow me and you’ll see. I’ll take you over to have a look."
With that said, he bent down, grabbed the wild boar on the ground, and prepared to leave.
After a couple of steps, he suddenly felt something wrong, stopped in his tracks, and glanced back at Finn Arcanus and the others, who were still in disarray from the overwhelming surprise, only to realize someone was missing.
He frowned and asked, "Why isn’t Ironhead with you?"
His team consisted of 10 people, including himself, totaling 11.
Not counting Luna Sutton.
There was clearly one person missing now.
Finn Arcanus came back to his senses, looking at Corbin with a complicated expression, "Ironhead... he stayed on the cliff."
Corbin raised an eyebrow, "Stayed on the cliff? Why?"
Finn Arcanus briefly recounted what had happened before.
Including whether Ironhead deliberately caused Corbin to fall off the cliff.
After hearing Finn’s account, Corbin’s silver eyes narrowed slightly, emanating a strong sense of danger. His thin lips curled up slightly and he spoke in a cold, sarcastic tone, "Accidentally? Do you believe that?"
Accidentally? He’s certain that Ironhead did it on purpose.
He had always thought it was just some small friction between them and knew Ironhead was dissatisfied with him, but never took it to heart.
He never expected such a despicable person would dare to make a move, especially someone on his own team.
Finn Arcanus had an embarrassed expression. Of course, he didn’t believe it, otherwise, he wouldn’t have left Ironhead on the cliff, not allowing him to follow.
Wasn’t it just to prevent him from causing trouble secretly?
"Well... Corbin, let’s report Ironhead’s matter to the leader when we get back. Let the leader decide how to deal with it. For now, let’s go check out The Salt Lake."
Finn coughed awkwardly, quickly changed the subject, really not wanting to continue the conversation.
Besides, he was really curious about the salt lake they discovered.
This was, after all, The Salt Lake, the importance of salt was self-evident.
Not only was it the hard currency of the beast world, but it was also an indispensable necessity for Beastmen.
With this salt lake, The Wolf Tribe would never lack salt again, and just thinking about it was exciting.
So exciting that he couldn’t wait to rush over there.
"Yeah, Corbin, that bastard Ironhead can wait, if you’re really pissed off, just kill him when we go back. For now, take us to see that salt lake."
Yuri Ashwood, a Beastman, urged excitedly.
His true form was a Red-Flame Demon Wolf, early stage of fifth rank, on par with Finn, tall and well-built, his waist wrapped in a piece of beast hide revealing a strong, handsome chest.
His striking red hair was tied simply with beast sinew, and his scarlet eyes sparkled with a bit of urgency.
Seeing everyone’s eager expressions, Corbin’s lips curled into a satisfied smile.
Without dwelling on the topic, he, like Yuri said, decided to settle things with Ironhead later.
He waved his hand, signaling everyone to calm down: "Alright, look at you all anxious, the salt lake is just up ahead, not far. Follow me."
With that said, he bent down, grabbed the wild boar on the ground, and led the way.
Finn, Yuri, and the other Beastmen quickly followed.
Jett, still in his black wolf form, carried Warwick Storm’s long-dead body on his back, dutifully following behind the group.
"Corbin, what did you mean earlier about sun-drying the salt? Does salt need to be sun-dried?"
Finn quickly caught up with Corbin, asking curiously.
He glanced at the wild boar in Corbin’s hands and, grabbing one of the boar’s other front legs, they both started dragging it together.
Corbin glanced at him, not hiding anything, and briefly explained the process and principle of sun-drying salt.
Finn listened in awe, understanding how sun-drying salt worked.
He indeed thought it was a very good method, otherwise getting the salt out of the water was quite a headache.
"The method was thought up by Luna Sutton; I wouldn’t have come up with something like this."
Noticing Finn’s surprised expression, Corbin chuckled and explained further.
Finn was momentarily stunned, seemingly not expecting such a wondrous method to be Luna Sutton’s idea.
In his impression, this female was lazy, ugly, and infatuated. He didn’t know since when she became less annoying, looking prettier and smarter.
Not only did she find plenty of edible food, but she also knew a lot of things that others didn’t.
He couldn’t help but recall the rumors in the tribe about Luna Sutton.
They said she received guidance from The Beast God in her dreams.
Perhaps this method of sun-drying salt was also told to her by The Beast God in a dream?
The Beastmen following behind naturally overheard their conversation, sharing similar thoughts.
As they spoke, the group quickly reached The Salt Lake.
Before them lay a vast, crystal-clear salt lake, along with a simple salt yard enclosed by a fence, where a layer of granular salt was faintly visible on the ground. Though not very white, it was undoubtedly salt.
Around the salt yard, many vine crates, backpacks, and wooden barrels were placed, all filled to the brim.
There were about thirty-five baskets of salt stones and a similar amount of granular salt.
Finn, Yuri, Jett, and other Beastmen who came over were shocked by the sight before them.
They had lived most of their lives, yet it was the first time they had seen such a magnificent salt lake and so much salt, like something out of a dream.
"Oh my god, with so much salt, is our Wolf Tribe about to prosper?"
"Hahaha, with this salt lake, we’ll never worry about salt again."
"Yes, not only that, but we can also use salt to trade with other tribes, and what couldn’t we get in exchange?"
...
The Beastmen present were thrilled, chattering away excitedly, eager to start drying the salt immediately.
Corbin, watching their excited expressions, kept a pleasant smile, clearly in a good mood.
"Don’t just stand there, get to work, dry the salt quickly and take it back."
He tossed the wild boar aside and gestured for everyone to get moving.
Finn, Yuri, and the other Beastmen started working as soon as they heard his words.
But they weren’t quite sure how to start.
They’d never dried salt before and didn’t really know how to do it.
Luna noticed their awkward and embarrassed hesitation, unsure of how to proceed, and found it amusing.
She first directed some Beastmen to use wooden barrels to draw water from the salt lake and pour it onto the salt yard for drying.
Then directed others to collect and separate the dried salt.
In short, everyone was working cooperatively.
With so many Beastmen helping, the speed of drying the salt undoubtedly increased significantly.
Jett dumped Warwick Storm’s body from his back, transformed into human form in a flash of black light, and joined the work.
Quinn Morgan saw Warwick’s body thrown aside by Jett and couldn’t help recalling the incident in the cave at noon, her face paling a bit.
However, everyone was busy working now, so no one paid her any mind.
Thinking about how Warwick almost killed her, she turned indifferent and stopped looking over there, continuing to work alongside everyone else.
The Beastmen present naturally noticed Quinn Morgan, seeing her working earnestly without any intention of escaping, looking at them with strange eyes as if she didn’t recognize them at all.
"Corbin, what’s up with her?"
Finn approached Corbin, pointed to Quinn Morgan who was working, and whispered inquisitively.
Corbin glanced at Quinn Morgan, saw her working diligently, and said blandly, "Nothing much, she hit her head when she fell off the cliff and lost her memory."
"Lost her memory?"
Finn was taken aback, his expression a bit peculiar, his gaze involuntarily moving back to Quinn Morgan.
Lost memory early, lost memory late, only lost memory at this time, really knows how to pick a time.
