Led by Tiger, everyone headed towards the big tent in the center of the front of the territory.

Looking at the familiar tent not far ahead, Lingling suddenly remembered the reason for her last visit and asked with some confusion, "Uncle Tiger, is another uncle or aunt injured?"

Tiger, who was standing in front, heard Lingling's question and quickly waved his hand, smiling with a relaxed expression: "No, thanks to your help last time, Lingling, all the injured members of our tribe have recovered. And for some reason, I've felt like I have endless energy for a long time."

Tiger's face was filled with joy, and his tone hinted at satisfaction as he continued to explain, "We took advantage of our exceptionally good health to hunt a lot of game in the forest. Then we sent the best disguised members of our tribe to the city to exchange for food and supplies. Grandpa Damon calculated and said we wouldn't have to worry about anything this winter."

"So, we no longer risk getting hurt while hunting. We hunt in groups, striving to ensure that no orcs get hurt."

As he spoke, Tiger turned around and pointed at the shabby tent. He looked at Lingling in Thor's arms with gratitude. Her eyes became brighter after hearing his words. Ignoring Thor's unfriendly look, he reached out and rubbed Lingling's furry head.

"We're also planning to build some sturdier, more stable tents. With food and shelter guaranteed, we can have a good winter." Tiger paused, a hint of tenderness in the grown man's eyes. "All this is thanks to you, Lingling."

Lingling was a little surprised. She didn't expect that her casual help would improve Uncle Tiger and his family's lives so much.

The little fellow was eager to make a move, and waved his little paws: "Hey, hey, Lingling, help the uncles heal it again."

This time, Triton and Thor both glanced at Tiger indifferently, but Tiger did not show any weakness. Instead, he said frankly, "No need, Lingling. You have helped us enough."

"Also, do you remember that you taught Amy and the others magic? Amy and the others can already absorb magical elements and simply cast water balls, fireballs, flying leaves, and other simple magic moves."

"This makes our daily life and hunting much more convenient."

"Tell me, we've already received so many benefits, how can we have the face to ask you to make selfless contributions again?"

Tiger said a lot in one breath, but his words were full of gratitude to Lingling, which made Lingling's uncles feel a little relieved.

Thor couldn't help but sigh at Lingling's good luck. He reached out and pinched Lingling's little round ears, whispering, "You're such a lucky kid! You only meet good people."

"Well said! How dare you!"

Suddenly, an old man's voice came, full of energy.

Only then did everyone notice that they had reached the door of the big tent and the sound just now came from inside.

Lingling, who had snatched her ears back from Thor, exclaimed in surprise, her little voice full of energy: "Grandpa Damon!"

“Hey!”

Damon's voice came from inside, getting closer and closer.

The tent curtain was lifted, and an old man with a wrinkled face and gray hair walked out. He was leaning on a cane, but his steps were steady and his eyes were bright, which did not match his appearance.

Damon had only heard the conversation between Lingling and Tiger, and thought they were the only two there. But when the door curtain was opened, he saw two handsome men standing in the front.

He paused, resisting the urge to greet Lingling, and politely invited Thor and the others into the tent.

"Everyone, come in and talk."

Thor and the other three nodded and walked into the tent one by one. Huhu also ran to Damon's feet and rubbed against him.

"Ah~ (I'm Huhu~)"

After rubbing against them, he ran happily towards the people in front.

A gleam of light flashed in Damon's eyes, and he secretly guessed the purpose of the people's visit. Unlike Tiger, he knew that the two people in front of him were the kind of people who would not come to visit without a reason.

Damon walked over to Tiger and whispered to him, "Tiger, go get Lingling and her uncles something to drink and eat. I'll talk to the guests."

But Tiger was still hesitant and asked, "Is it really okay for me to leave?"

Damon smiled, his face gentle: "Silly child, what could happen if Lingling's uncles come? Are they going to harm us? Don't say that."

Upon hearing this, Triton, who was sitting leisurely on a wooden chair, couldn't help but look at Damon with an ambiguous look.

He and Thor looked at each other, and they understood each other.

The old man first set them up and put a label on them, saying "Lingling's uncle would not harm orcs." If they really came to make things difficult for people, they would not dare to act rashly out of concern for Lingling.

Although, they really had no ill intentions and just came to inquire about some things.

"Everyone, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I just asked Tiger to prepare food for Lingling and you. Sorry, sorry."

Damon's voice came and everyone looked over.

Before the adults could speak, Lingling started socializing: "Grandpa Damon, no need. Lingling had some bread and milk this morning. She's full."

When Damon heard Lingling's baby voice, he became as amiable as the old man next door and replied in a gentle voice, "It's okay, Lingling, eat as much as you can. If you can't finish it, Grandpa will give it to Lingling as a snack."

Lingling's eyes lit up and she looked very energetic: "Okay~ Thank you, Grandpa~"

The old man and the young boy were chatting there, but Tag and Holly couldn't help but look inside the tent.

Most of the rows of wooden beds used to hold the wounded were gone, leaving only two or three placed side by side in a corner.

Next to the tent, there are groups of wooden medicine cabinets with small drawers. The small drawers are filled with the names of herbs, taking up most of the space in the tent.

No wonder they were saying there were no injured people just now, but as soon as I came in I smelled a strong smell of medicine.

The place where they were was a wooden round table and a few wooden chairs, simple and plain, just like the temperament of the orcs.

Damon noticed the two's curious looks and, without waiting for them to ask, he began to speak, "What Tiger just said to you is right. Thanks to Lingling, our previously injured tribesmen are all healthy now. However, it's inevitable that the young orcs and some female orcs still have minor ailments and pains from time to time."

"So, after the wooden beds here were freed, I asked them to help me build these herbal medicine cabinets. I followed the example of the nobles in the city and dried and prepared the medicine in advance, then packaged and stored it. When someone was sick, I would prescribe medicine according to its properties."

Hearing this, Thor lowered his eyes and looked at the little Lingling who was playing with her hands in his arms. He was a little afraid that she would say "Lingling, come and heal me" again. Fortunately, he didn't know what the little guy was thinking and didn't react.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Damon walking over after introducing Tag and Holly.

Thor quickly put on a polite smile and greeted him.

"Hello Damon, long time no see."