Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire novel Chapter 310

Chapter 310 

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It was not mating season, so finding a mating flower wasn’t easy. It meant that Zayne was very eager to be with that female 

In the cave, Nyx was taking a nap when she faintly heard noisy voices outside. 

She drowsily opened her eyes, rubbed them, and walked to the entrance. There, she saw a lively figure shouting her name and running toward her. 

“Here.” Beau held a rabbit in his hand. 

Nyx was confused as to what he meant. If it were anyone else, she would have thought it was a deliberate provocation, but Beau was a bit slow–witted and couldn’t be understood through normal logic. 

Sure enough, Beau didn’t realize anything was wrong and grinned, “You teach me how to weave straw sandals, and I’ll catch rabbits for you.” 

He couldn’t catch large prey, only smaller ones, which he offered as payment. 

“I don’t want it,” Nyx sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Take it back.” 

She hadn’t planned to charge anything, nor was she particularly in need of meat. She would eat Zayne’s food, wear Zayne’s clothes, and act entirely dependent on him to ease his insecurities. Besides, her beast form was a rabbit, so eating a rabbit felt a bit strange. 

“The straw rope isn’t dry yet, so today I’ll teach you how to weave a bamboo basket. Nyx set the rabbit aside and got straight to the point, handing Beau some bamboo strips. 

“What’s a bamboo basket?” Beau looked confused. “Is it that thing the shaman was carrying today?” 

“By the way, Nyx, you actually marked the shaman with a mating flower. The whole tribe is talking about it.” 

Beau pointed to the crowd peeking from the hillside in the distance. They were all curious onlookers. “Many of them haven’t seen you and stopped me to ask what you look like.” 

Nyx peeked out and heard excited gasps and chatter from the crowd, quickly pulling her head back in. Though she was used to being the center of attention, the primitive people were too straightforward and enthusiastic, leaving her a bit overwhelmed. 

She coughed awkwardly. “Let’s start weaving the basket.” 

“Oh, okay.” Beau’s attention was immediately drawn back. 

“If you don’t want the rabbit, how about bone coins?” He fumbled to put the rabbit in a stone jar, looking embarrassed. “Is ten enough? Eleven?” 

He wasn’t well–off, and this was all his savings. Any more, and he’d have to go into debt. 

He hung his head, regretting his past gluttony. All the money he’d earned digging herbs with his master had gone into his stomach, leaving him with nothing to pay for learning a new skill. 

“No bone coins.” Just as he was feeling down, Nyx’s voice, like a heavenly melody, reached his ears. “Not a single one is needed.” 

“No bone coins? Really?” Beau looked up in disbelief. He couldn’t believe she was going to teach him for free. 

“Really.” Nyx nodded. “Others in the tribe can come to learn too if they’re interested. At that point, I might need your help.” 

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“No problem.” Beau jumped up, thrilled. Nyx asking for his help meant she trusted him. He was brimming with excitement, his eyes fixed on Nyx’s hands. 

“Let’s start with the base.” Nyx slowed her pace to accommodate the beginner, explaining as she went. 

She was prepared to teach multiple times, but to her surprise, Beau, who usually seemed a bit slow, was unusually quick to learn. His learning ability was impressive, and he followed along perfectly on the first try, succeeding on his own attempt. 

“Nyx, did I do it right?” He handed his finished product to Nyx for inspection. 

“Yes, very good.” Nyx finally understood why her mate had taken Beau as a disciple. He wasn’t just not dumb–he was quite 

smart. 

With Nyx’s approval, Beau was overjoyed. He proudly carried his woven basket and went to cut more bamboo for Nyx. As soon as he left Zayne’s territory, he was surrounded by the eagerly waiting crowd. 

People stared curiously at his basket. 

“What is that?” 

“Did Nyx give it to you?” 

“It’s just like the shaman’s.” 

No matter how curious they were about the shaman, they didn’t dare to stop him and ask questions. But with Beau, they had no such reservations. 

“This is a bamboo basket, for carrying things.” Beau generously demonstrated. 

It was spacious and lightweight. Unlike animal skin bags that required one hand to carry, it could be slung over the shoulder. Those who often climbed trees to gather things immediately saw its value. 

In the tribe, animal skin bags were a luxury, not something everyone could afford. Most used large leaves to carry things, but they could only carry so much before having to climb down and make multiple trips. This made it hard to gather enough food, especially during the cold season. 

If they could have a bamboo basket–Everyone couldn’t help but swallow their saliva. But it must be expensive, probably more so than animal skin bags. 

They tried to look away, forcing themselves to stop fantasizing. Still, someone couldn’t resist asking Beau, “How many bone coins for one?” They’d grit their teeth and buy one if it meant long–term happiness. 

“No bone coins.” Beau cheerfully dropped the bombshell. “Nyx said anyone interested can learn how to make bamboo baskets from her.” 

Instantly, the crowd erupted. “How could such a good thing be true?”