Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"Orenna knows." She nodded, not feeling upset. Perhaps, for her, living in such a cramped small space is normal life.

As a species bred for livestock and tool use, they are well adapted to various harsh environments. After all, as a tool, the first requirement is to ease the user's mind.

The young girl compassionately continued talking with her, then had someone bring a few picture books and books into the tent to pass Orenna's idle time, preventing her from becoming too bored.

Afterwards, Tilan walked out of the tent and began participating in today's trade discussions.

"According to yesterday's trade statistics, medicine and tea are the best-selling goods. But currently, we don't have much medicine left, and there are only five boxes of tea." Guy flipped through the record in his hand.

"The sales of other things are currently low, and it's difficult to sell them quickly. We have at most four days left here before we need to prepare for our return, or else time will not be on our side. Once the rainy season arrives, travel will be even harder."

"A way to make money..." Tilan pondered.

"Why not let me have a look. Our Iron Core Species' technology and capabilities are needed everywhere." Sura stepped forward first.

"I also want to look for opportunities in the camp." Flan, from the Southern Continent's Slami Association, knows many things unknown on this land.

The others also expressed their intention to try finding ways and opportunities to make money.

...

At noon, Tilan and Sura toured the market but did not discover anything special. It felt like they were trying to cook without rice. Although the two of them knew many things, unfortunately, the people here had few demands. Some had never encountered electrical appliances, couldn't afford any medicines, and relied on persistence for both minor and major illnesses. Moreover, they had little spare money to buy useless luxury goods.

Just as the two were about to return to their camp for lunch, someone rode past them on horseback and found them.

"You, are you the merchants who bought that Butterfly Species yesterday?" His body was lean, with a long, reflective curved knife hanging from his waist.

"That's us." Sura stepped forward first.

"Where's that Butterfly Species? Lord Gus wants to see him."

"Who is Lord Gus?" The two hadn't heard this name before.

"Lord Gus is the steward of the King Camp and also the Queen's deputy. Since he has spoken, you'd better not harbor any crafty thoughts." He seemed to have a poor impression of merchants.

"I understand." Tilan nodded slightly, then looked at the young man with hidden blue eyes beneath her hood.

"Could you please tell us what's happening? It's so sudden."

"It's a matter concerning the safety of the King Camp, so Lord Gus pays great attention." He replied briefly with a reasonable reason.

"That Butterfly Species hasn't awakened yet. We'll have to go back and check before knowing."

"Is he still alive? As long as he's alive, you'd better hand him over first, or if he dies with you, explaining many things will become unclear." Seeing Tilan was a young girl, the tone softened considerably, along with a slight reminder.

"Thank you." The two then led the young man to their camp, spoke briefly with Guy, and had the Butterfly Species put on a flatbed truck.

"Do we also need to go to Lord Gus?" Tilan asked.

"This... you'll naturally have to go to answer questions." The counterpart nodded, calling over the Wolf Cavalry patrolling the camp and having them push the flatbed truck to the center of the King Camp.

"Then I'll go." Tilan thought for a moment. It's best for her to go personally, whether to understand the situation closely or for safety concerns; her going was the optimal choice.

"You?" The counterpart initially thought the merchant group would send a mature and experienced person as a representative.

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"No problem, alright, you come with us." Seeing such a beautiful-voiced girl about to fall into the wolf's mouth, the counterpart helplessly shook his head, refraining from further obstruction.

Subsequently, Tilan followed behind the flatbed truck, accompanying the young man and several Wolf Cavalry members, gradually reaching the 'Inner Palace' surrounded by wooden walls at the center of the King Camp. Supposedly the Queen's residence, it resembled more a kind of military fortress, with Wolf Blood Species warriors patrolling and guarding everywhere, and several trained Flying Eagles surveilling from the sky.

Crossing the heavily guarded gates and entering the inner plaza, the flatbed truck advanced towards the left side area, finally stopping before a luxurious large tent.

The top of this tent was adorned with rare fire fox tail fur, then thin golden threads draped from the top to various tent points, dotted with small swaying copper leaf pieces, reflecting fragmented halos in the sunlight, quite beautiful.

A few guards stationed at the tent lifted the curtains and then pushed the cart inside. At this moment, the sound of musical instruments playing inside could be heard, accompanied by scantily clothed women with slave marks on their shoulders dancing on the wooden stage, making various enticing movements.

Although these dances appeared quite primitive and dull to Tilan, on this land, where entertainment means were extremely lacking, it was an ultimate luxurious pleasure.

After all, feeding the combat personnel within the settlement wasn't easy, yet a substantial amount of food and expensive fabric was required to support these women who could only dance. Indeed, few forces could accomplish this.

As her gaze passed over the dance stage, Tilan noticed, aside from the obese person sitting centrally, several other figures with distinct elements who were likely representatives from different settlements and forces.