This is the property of the Asaida tribe, and they will definitely send people here again to collect the potatoes.

All we have to do is wait for them to arrive, and then Dante will explain his purpose to them. That way, we won't have to wander around aimlessly like headless flies.

Su Su was quite honest; I told her not to let Top go to the field to steal other people's potatoes anymore.

Susu started a fire right next to the potato field and said to Top with a smile.

"Top, bring out your potatoes, we can roast them and eat them."

I'm a little embarrassed. Even if you wanted to grill it, there was no need to be so blatant as to start a fire and grill it right there. Isn't this just like trying to hide something obvious?

Dante smiled and patted me on the shoulder.

"It's alright, sir. We can just use our bodies to block it a little."

"no……"

I'm speechless. Dante, what kind of god-like thought process is this? Is it a question of whether or not to block with your body?

Damn it, you guys don't care about any of this at all.

Before long, the potatoes emitted an enticing aroma from the blazing fire. I had no choice but to sit down, pull the largest potato from the ashes, and take a bite...

It smells so good!

After we had eaten and drunk our fill, we had nothing else to do. We found a conspicuous spot, moved some stones to make stools, and rested next to the potato field.

Now it seems we've become the farmers who protect the crops.

We were not in the ground, but in an open area near a potato field.

The open and clear view here makes it easier for us and the people of the Asaida tribe to find each other.

This reduces unnecessary trouble and conflict, giving the other party time to adapt and understand, which is better than suddenly appearing in front of them.

After we waited for an hour, three indigenous faces appeared before us. Their most distinctive feature was the three decorative stripes painted on their faces with blue mineral.

I've seen this pattern on the cave paintings of the Mila tribe; their patterns are similar to those of the Mila tribe.

The only difference is that the Mira tribe uses red ochre as its main color, while the Asada tribe uses blue as its main color.

Before we left, the chief told Dante that if we encountered any Asada people, we should just speak their local dialect. They had just met, so there wouldn't be much of a language difference, and we could all understand each other.

Upon seeing three unfamiliar faces appear in their potato field, the three Asada warriors immediately became alert, setting up their bows and arrows and approaching us.

No way...

At that moment, I felt a pang of guilt. Dante, didn't you say that these Assads were all very friendly? How come they started fighting with arrows as soon as they met?

At this moment, Dante pressed down on my shoulder, indicating that I could rest assured and leave everything to him; they had their own way of communicating amicably.

Facing the three Asidar warriors who had already drawn their bows, Dante showed no sign of nervousness. He immediately raised his arms to face the three Asidar, took a couple of steps, and then gradually prostrated himself on the ground.

This action was observed by the three Asaida warriors, who seemed much more relaxed and slowly lowered the bows they had raised towards us.

Seeing this, my grip on the shotgun finally relaxed. It wasn't that I didn't trust Dante, but we'd encountered so many things along the way, and it was always better to be cautious.

The three Asada natives quickened their pace noticeably, and soon they could see the Mila tribal patterns that Dante had painted on his face with red ochre beforehand.

The Asaida tribe also knew in their rock-walled culture that they had an ally from the eastern forests, which were opposite to their own.

If Dante's earlier show of weakness had put the three Asada natives at ease, they were completely reassured when they saw the patterns belonging to the Mira tribe.

The visit of allied tribes whom they hadn't seen for over a decade brought uncontainable joy to the three Asaida natives.

They raised Dante's left hand and repeatedly made kissing gestures, expressing their respect and joy for their friends who had come from afar.

In modern civilization, it would certainly be an eyesore to see several grown men doing such a thing.

However, I don't have such thoughts now. On the contrary, it is this most original and simple friendship that moves me.

It is precisely this kind of relationship between people that transcends self-interest, so that no matter how many years have passed, when we meet again, it's like the first time we met, and we are still the same young people who once walked side by side.

Dante was also very excited when he saw the three Asada natives. He had spent some time in the Asada tribe when he was very young, and at that time the people of the two tribes lived together.

There was no distinction between tribes; their friendship was as vast and selfless as the earth and the sky, and they treated each other like brothers.

So much so that the Asada tribe later selflessly taught the beast-hunting skills they had learned from the man they called a god to the people of the Mira tribe.

The fact that the two tribes could be so honest with each other without any scheming or calculation is extremely rare in the history of human evolution.

In the history I know, there were several kinds of ancient humans, but in the end, they all fell into tribal conflicts due to various reasons, and several well-known tribes perished as a result.

The Neanderthals suffered the worst fate; they were originally a powerful race whose members were generally over two meters tall.

However, in the end, they were wiped out by a coalition of weaker races, who then seized their civilization's heritage to develop their own.

The reason for this was simply that they feared the Neanderthals were too powerful and would affect their own survival and development.

Such examples are not uncommon, whether among primitive people in ancient times or in an era where civilization has flourished.

Some unearthed precious books and archaeological facts have confirmed many unknown dark secrets.

Take the most dazzling civilization of the Yanhuang period as an example. Some artifacts and books unearthed by later archaeologists prove that the Yanhuang civilization may not be their own true civilization.

The civilization we have always been proud of is very likely the civilization of Chiyou, whom the Yellow Emperor and the Yan Emperor called the lord of the wilderness.

Before defeating Chiyou, the Yan and Huang Emperors lagged far behind Chiyou's tribe in terms of strength and civilization development. It was only after joining forces to destroy Chiyou that the Yan and Huang civilization was able to rapidly grow on the back of Chiyou's corpse.

This dark and dark secret has been suppressed by history. People only know that Chi You was barbaric and cruel. But they don't know that he was just like Qin Shi Huang in later years, who was labeled a tyrant by the victors through the means of erasure.

The nature of being human is unknowable; if one wishes to condemn someone, one can always find a pretext.

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