Gossip in the Restaurant

In the buffet restaurant, the one thing never in short supply was all kinds of rumors flying all over the sky. Back at the restaurant, Landen drank Gallop Brew and ate Magic Beast Meat, occasionally lending an ear to the information around him.

"Have you heard? All the Wolf Clan tribes have already begun mobilizing. They say they'll march for the eastern mountain pass starting in October!" The orc who said this was obviously from the Ape Clan, his huge mouth leaking air in every direction.

Across from the ape was a member of the Elephant Clan. His long trunk kept curling up the food around him and delivering it into his mouth, while he still remembered to reply, "Is the Scorch Wolf tribe that eager to attack the Gallop Plains?"

"Of course they are. Mining and smelting are all Scorch Wolf tribe industries. Even the smelting furnaces in their city were moved over from the Gallop Plains back then. How could they tolerate the Human Race on the plains choking off their source of iron ore, and even smelting iron ore to compete with them?"

"Hmph, hmph. Maybe they want to rob someone's iron-smelting furnace again!" The peace-loving elephant was rather dismissive of Scorch Wolf's history of banditry. "I know that the output of Magic Plants, Magic Pattern boards, and magic potions in Night-Kirin City is very high now. Maybe their family just can't hold themselves back again!"

"If you ask me"—the ape's eyes narrowed into slits, and he deliberately lowered his voice—"it's because their family wants a marriage alliance with the White Wolf Family. They've taken a fancy to Princess Sangji and want to climb onto the White Wolf Family's high branch."

The few of them laughed quietly, and soon another orc joined in.

"Hey, I heard the