As dawn broke over the Silver Mane Tribe, Logan found himself tirelessly pacing from the tribal winery to the fields, immersed in the rigorous art of alcohol production. His days began early and stretched late into the evenings, a testament to his dedication not only to brewing but also to mastering the crafts of sugar and perfume making.
During this bustling period, Logan wisely chose to involve some of the keenest menbers from various beastmen tribes, imparting to them the essential techniques of brewing and sugar production. This initiative bore fruit quickly, resulting in the first successful batch of 1,000 kilograms of wheat wine and an equal measure of suger cady.
This time, the choice of rye as the primary ingredient was pragmatic, given its abundance in the tribe's stores alongside white wheat.
Originally, Logan had planned to utilize sweet potatoes and potatoes for the brews, inspired by the remarkable yield from ten acres of each crop. The land had generously offered up 190,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes and up to 150,000 kilograms of potatoes, yields so high they thrilled not just Logan but all the high-ranking officials of the tribe. Stay tuned with m,v le,mpyr
This bounty was a clear sign that, with careful cultivation, the tribe could see an end to any fears of famine.
However, mindful that these crops were not yet harvested on a large scale, Logan decided to bide his time. In the interim, the tribe could relish their existing stocks of rice and rye liquors, allowing time for new alcoholic varieties to be developed gradually.
Amidst these developments, the tribe celebrated their bountiful harvests. In a gesture of communal spirit, Logan decreed that all tribesmen should feast on sweet potatoes and potatoes for a day, sharing the taste of these new, abundant crops. During this time, he also engaged with Astali, the chief of the snake people, marveling at their expert fishing skills demonstrated along the Danube River.
Their nets had drawn in an astonishing 30,000 to 40,000 kilograms of fish daily, enriching the tribe's diet with fresh fish alongside the hearty root vegetables.
The snake people's prowess was not limited to fishing. Begon, Logan's uncle and a senior tribal advisor, reported that the snake people boasted significant strength, including three level-five warriors and numerous level-four warriors and magicians. Their integration into the Silver Mane Tribe seemed promising, aligning with both Begon's observations and the systematic assessments.
Buoyed by the overwhelming success of the harvest and the strength of the snake people, Uncle Begon proposed an expansion of their efforts to rescue and accommodate more refugees using wolf cavalry. This strategy found no resistance from Logan, who, armed with the god-level crops of potatoes and sweet potatoes, felt a renewed confidence in the tribe's future prosperity and security.
Winery Transformation!
In response to the diverse production demands of the Silver Mane Tribe, the expansive winery had been meticulously segmented into three specialized zones for the crafting of wine, maltose, and perfume. To ensure the security and integrity of these valuable productions, Reynolds, the tribe's chief of security, had deployed nearly fifty elite guards to encircle the winery.
This precaution restricted access, allowing only designated workers from the respective workshops to enter while keeping the ordinary orcs at bay. Logan fully supported these measures, recognizing the importance of safeguarding the tribe's new ventures.
Inside the perfume workshop, anticipation was palpable. More than forty orc apprentices, poised to become the future masters of perfume-making, clustered around Logan with eager eyes and whispered queries.
"Is it ready yet?"
"Should be, don't you think?"
"It smells like lavender mixed with a hint of wild orchid; truly divine!" he murmured with a wistful sigh.
Isabel, her cheeks aflame with a rosy blush, watched as Logan leaned closer, his presence overwhelming. With a fluttering heart, she reached up tentatively and planted a soft kiss upon his cheek.
Startled, Logan recoiled as if struck by lightning, his eyes wide with surprise as he gazed upon Isabel's bashful expression.
"Good heavens!" he exclaimed in his mind, with mix of shock and amusement.
Before he could joke about her bold move, a cough echoed from the doorway, slicing through the moment like a sharp blade.
Whirling around, Logan saw his uncle, Begon, standing there with an impish grin playing on his lips.
"Uncle Begon! What brings you here at this hour?" Logan asked, his tone light but his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
Begon's eyes twinkled as he observed the youthful scene before him, the corners of his mouth lifting. "Ah, to be young and charming! Even exotic beauties fall for your charm, nephew," he chuckled. Then, his demeanor shifted to one of urgency. "But jokes aside, a messenger has just arrived from Canyon City with alarming news!"
Logan's face drained of color, his joviality replaced by tension. "What's happened?"
Isabel, standing beside him, clasped her hands together anxiously.
"We must discuss this at once," Begon declared, turning on his heel.
Moments later, in the grandeur of the conference hall, a werewolf bowed deeply as Logan and Begon entered.
"Greetings, Chief!" he said with respect.
"Speak, what tidings do you bring from Canyon City?" Logan demanded, his voice thick with concern.
Canyon City was their tribe's lifeline, a bustling hub of commerce and security renowned for its safety. Yet, the gravity in the werewolf's eyes suggested something was amiss.
The beastman's straightened, his report ready. "Chief, in recent weeks, Lords Tyton and Kadia have greatly expanded their winemaking and sugar ventures. They've acquired numerous properties and now produce vast quantities of rice liquor and maltose."
The room fell silent as the implications of this expansion hung heavily in the air, hinting at unseen tensions and perhaps, a brewing conflict that could threaten their city's delicate peace.