Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309 

Nyx slowly looked up, raising an eyebrow. 

“Didn’t you say you didn’t like it?” Before she could finish, her face was cupped firmly, and a warm breath brushed her cheek. 

A kiss landed on her forehead. The gentle kiss moved downward, landing on her cheek, and finally on her lips. Everything happened so quickly that before Nyx could react, Zayne had already pulled away. 

Even though it was just a surface–level kiss, his ears were already red enough to drip blood, and he lowered his head, breathing rapidly. Nyx’s heart raced. 

Even though they were an old married couple, her mate’s amnesia had made him unusually innocent, giving her a fresh sense of novelty. 

She reached up to pinch his ears, then suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. She was going to teach Zayne what a real kiss was. 

Lips met. For a moment, Zayne felt uneasy, wondering why the rabbit was so good at this. But soon, pleasure surged like a tide, and he gradually lost the ability to think, completely succumbing. 

When the kiss ended, Zayne used his strong willpower to stop at this point and didn’t go any further. 

The hot season was more than halfway over, and it wasn’t the right time to have cubs. Once the cold season arrived, the survival rate of cubs would drop sharply. 

Although most Beastmen didn’t care about this, leaving everything to chance and having multiple cubs in the hope that some would survive, Zayne wasn’t willing to do that. 

He forced himself to calm down, pressing down the edge of his animal hide skirt. 

“What are you drying this grass for?” He changed the subject, quickly helping Nyx finish drying the rest. 

“To weave grass shoes.” Nyx pointed at the bamboo nearby. “Lend me your bone knife.” 

Zayne immediately pulled out all his bone knives and handed them over with both hands. His collection was so extensive that Nyx was dazzled, and she casually picked a lightweight small knife. 

First, she cut a few sections of bamboo to use as water containers, then split the long bamboo stalks, removing the green yellow parts, and shaving them into bamboo strips. 

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Zayne watched her for a while and quickly learned, taking over from her. His movements were a bit clumsy but still decent. 

After shaving the bamboo strips, they were soaked in water to soften them, then left to dry further. By the next morning, they had become suitable materials. 

Early in the morning, Nyx secretly got up early and wove a bamboo basket while Zayne was making breakfast. 

When Zayne returned to the cave carrying a stone pot, he was surprised to see the unfamiliar container that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. He looked at Nyx, who was pretending to be asleep. “Nyx, what’s this?” 

The little rabbit lay on the bed with her ears drooping, pretending not to hear. Zayne’s eyes filled with amusement. He put down what he was holding and walked over, picking her up and rubbing her. 

His palms were still warm from holding the hot stone pot, and as he rubbed the little rabbit’s soft belly, she squirmed and squeaked, quickly transforming back into her human form and raising her hands in surrender. “It’s a bamboo basket. A gift for you.” 

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Chapter 309 

“Try it out and see if it’s useful, she instructed Zayne to put the basket on his back. 

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The bamboo basket had a much larger capacity than animal hide bags and could be carried on the back, making it very convenient. With such a suitable carrying tool, Zayne could travel farther and bring back more herbs in one trip, saving time and effort. 

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A rare look of astonishment appeared on his face as he held the bamboo basket, running his hands over it repeatedly. “Is this a technique from the tribe you used to live in?” 

A tribe that could master such a special technique must be very powerful. Nyx came from such a powerful tribe. ‘Is she really willing to stay here for me?‘ Zayne thought as he nervously gripped the edge of the basket. 

Even though Nyx had marked him with the mating flower juice and they were officially mates, he still lacked confidence. Everything had happened too quickly. He didn’t even know Nyx well enough, yet he had rushed into being with her. He didn’t regret it, but he felt insecure. 

The little rabbit wasn’t foolish and had such skills. She could easily live independently without relying on him. She had appeared so suddenly in his life. She could lose interest in him one day and disappear just as quickly. 

Nyx saw through his lack of confidence. “Don’t overthink it.” she reached up to hook her arms around Zayne’s neck, hugging him and soothing him softly, “I only like you. We’ll be together forever.” 

Her tone was firm, as if carrying a magical power that revived and warmed the young male’s heart, which had been like a stagnant pool for many years, turning it hot and alive. 

Seeing her mate’s mood gradually improve, Nyx steered the conversation back to the bamboo basket. “I plan to teach Beau first, then have him help me teach the rest of the tribe. What do you think?” 

This wasn’t just about integrating into the tribe and getting along with everyone; it was also about improving their way of life, In a communal society, to live better, productivity needed to be improved overall. 

The tribe’s main food source currently came from gathering. Bamboo baskets would play a crucial role. 

Once they learned to weave bamboo baskets, other bamboo tools like carrying poles, mats, and steamers could also be made. If they mastered these, the tribe’s standard of living would rise significantly. 

Zayne also understood that the bamboo basket held significant meaning. He was shocked that Nyx would teach it for free. 

“You could make them and sell them directly,” he suggested. “Or charge a fee to teach them.” 

This was a skill substantial enough to make a living from. Unless it was a master–disciple relationship akin to adoption, no one would selflessly teach it to others–only to their own children. 

“If you casually share the method like this, the person who taught you might be upset,” he said. 

“No, it’s fine,” Nyx interrupted Zayne’s worries. “I’m the only one who knows how to make this kind of bamboo basket.” 

Her method was the best version, refined through countless improvements by predecessors, making it the most durable. Even if the primitive people had mastered the technique of weaving containers, theirs wouldn’t compare to hers.