This was the largest tribe Lucas had seen so far, with a population clearly exceeding two hundred thousand. To Lucas, a tribe of this size was already comparable to a fairly large township in his previous life.
Only in the peaceful era of Lucas's previous life had populations reached this scale. Yet to him, this continent clearly still seemed to be in a primitive tribal age, making the existence of a tribe this large astonishing.
Moreover, Lucas's wife Windsor was pregnant, and, more importantly, the climate here was mild and pleasant. So Lucas decided to stay and wait for the birth of his first child.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Lucas told the little bear Anton not to speak under ordinary circumstances. He opened an ironworking shop in the tribe, usually making farming tools and the like for the nearby farmers.
His wife Windsor's belly visibly grew larger by the day, and Lucas could hear the little life's heartbeat. He set aside his previous determination to train diligently and stayed peacefully at home with his wife.
One day, while Lucas was sunbathing with his wife, he saw their middle-aged neighbor bringing someone in noticeably finer clothes into his courtyard.
After entering the courtyard, the man looked straight at a Snow Lion statue Lucas had previously been unable to resist carving. Given Lucas's current realm and standing, the sculptures he carved naturally had graceful, lifelike expressions.
The neighbors had happened to see it by chance. These middle-aged women were no different from those of later times, and within a few days, word had spread that Lucas had a beautiful sculpture at his home.
Seeing this rather portly man enter the courtyard and stare straight at his stone carving without paying him any attention, Lucas could not help feeling displeased. He spoke directly.