CHAPTER 1307: CHAPTER 1306: THE WONDERS OF THE FIRE SEED

"Having been together for so long, I believe you’ve noticed that Brother Xiu Yan and I always use the Fire Seed to cook food, as it can kill the bugs and larvae in blood and raw meat."

"Is that why the Watson Tribe has tools for making food?" Harry said, glancing at the pot boiling water on the fire.

Ji Nuan smiled and nodded: "This is already common knowledge among us on the mainland. Whenever orcs come to our tribe to exchange medicine powder for bug diseases, we also tell them about this."

"So you also boil water with the Fire Seed because there are bugs and larvae in it?"

Ji Nuan nodded: "Of course, Shaman Harry. Where do you get your drinking water from?"

"From the river water."

A glint of mischief flashed in Ji Nuan’s eyes: "Then think about it, the river is so long. When it flows down, surely there are other wild animals drinking from it. Who knows, they might even poop in it, and you just drink it like that, tsk~"

At this point, not only Harry, but even Casa and Luo Gan, who were eavesdropping nearby, felt uncomfortable in their stomachs. It was as if something was moving inside, and there was a lingering taste in their mouths.

Harry’s face turned green: "Shaman Ji Nuan, do you have an extra pot? Please give me one."

Ji Nuan paused and then shook her head with some difficulty: "Unfortunately, no, but I gave one to Luo Gan before. I noticed they don’t use it often..."

"Oh dear, what shall we eat tonight? How about we cook some meat soup?"

"Captain, now that you mention it, I suddenly crave meat soup too."

"Let’s go, let’s gather some wild vegetables to throw in for some fiber."

"I swear, can you stop mentioning poop at a time like this?"

The group of orcs chatted away, leaving Harry with no chance to speak as they quickly disappeared from his view with the pot.

Ji Nuan suppressed the laughter that was about to burst out, coughing lightly into her fist: "Actually, stone pots work well too. With orcs’ sharp claws, it shouldn’t be a problem to carve out a stone pot."

Harry glanced at the stifling Ji Nuan and huffed before turning to leave.

In the days that followed, poor Casa was recruited to help, and what Ji Nuan described as a simple task of making a stone pot took Shaman Harry three whole days to complete.

Either it cracked because it was too thin, or it didn’t heat up because it was too thick, or they used the wrong stone, which always crumbled.

In the end, when the stone pot was finally done, Shaman Harry developed a profound attachment to it.

He used it with extreme caution, afraid of accidentally breaking his hard-earned treasured stone pot.

This amused Ji Nuan, who was watching the progress, for several days.

Perhaps due to extreme poverty, there were no tribes in this territory near the desert. As for Pierre’s mention of the Desert Tribe?

Ha~ Ji Nuan suspected they were just orcs from small tribes disguised to pick some meaty scraps from mighty tribes’ crumbs to stave off hunger.

The rainy season had just passed, and the forest was still moist, with some places so muddy that one would sink an entire foot in.