Chapitre 122: The Squirrel-kin Tribe Elders

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After evolving and Changing Jobs, Ervas and Veronica decided to quickly move to the tent where the people rescued from Oggoth's hands were resting.

Because they were in the Squirrel-kin tribe, it took them around two minutes by flying at max speed. In the way, Ervas drank the blood of various small animals and monsters he found around to satiate his hunger for a bit, leaving a trail of mummified carcasses.

Reaching the tribe, they were greeted by the guards and Veronica's clones alongside Ervas' plant-type monsters that were taking care of the tribe as most of the population were in the North Raccoon Tribe celebrating the victory in a large feast.

"Ah welcome back! But weren't you two at the Raccoon-kin tribe celebrating?" asked one of the guards, a tall Squirrel-kin woman with a large scar across her chest, glossy chocolate-colored skin, dark-colored hair, and tail and chestnut-colored eyes while wielding a long spear, named Ditoyle.