"Wu Tai! I heard you picked up a strange kid?"
Amid the rustling procession of tribespeople fleeing famine, an Earth Dweller who looked little better off than Wu Tai hurried over.
The green child... Piccolo was tucked into a basket on Wu Tai's back.
At those words, Wu Tai immediately covered the basket tightly and asked nervously, "What do you want?"
"Relax, I'm not taking your kid!" the Earth Dweller said quickly. "We won't be short of food for much longer!"
"Really?" Delight flashed across Wu Tai's face, followed by confusion. "But the Filthy River we're moving to is still over a month away... did the chief trade for grain with a nearby tribe?"
In the Earth Dwellers' world, there seemed to be only a handful of ways to obtain food, and bartering was obviously one of them... since they were migrating, the chief must have packed up all the tribe's assets and brought them along—although Wu Tai suspected that the chief couldn't afford to put food on his own table either.
After all, the tribe he belonged to was truly, desperately poor.
"No!" The Earth Dweller drew closer and lowered his voice. "I only overheard it by accident. Don't tell anyone else. I'm only telling you... just now, I dug myself a hole to sleep in and happened to hear people talking. It was the chief and the deputy chief!"
"And?" Wu Tai frowned, his curiosity piqued.
"The deputy chief said that while he was out scrounging, he stumbled across what looked like traces of a demon seed! You know how it works. If we find a demon seed, the church will reward us with loads of supplies!"
"Really?" Wu Tai's eyes widened.
The Earth Dweller hurriedly clapped a hand over Wu Tai's mouth and said cautiously, "Shh! Do