Chapter 79: Chapter 79: A Lesson on Using Abilities

After reading the reply letter, Sane couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

If Caleb had replied falsely as in the forged letter they wrote, Caleb would have had the chance to embrace a new life. Unfortunately, there were no ’ifs’ in this world.

Since Caleb had chosen to remain loyal to Cipher, he should accept the fate he rightfully deserved.

"Zale’s group is out of leave days. I plan to send him along with a group of striped Tiger beastmen who are familiar with the other side of the magical beast forest to start searching for wanderers."

Kaelen raised his head from the pages, holding the end of the pen in his mouth, deep in thought. He communicated:

[Zale and Cael are newly wedded, so keeping them apart isn’t good. Besides, Zale is a black panther; he isn’t suited for a cold, snowy environment.]

Sane tapped on the table for a moment, then said:

"Then let Anthony go, and see if he can handle such a major task this time. Let Walter go along as well; his eyes can see in the dark, which can aid in the search."

Kaelen gave him a quick glance, but Sane’s expression remained perfectly composed. Kaelen couldn’t help but pout, silently cursing in his heart: *Snakes and tigers are all the same breed.* He didn’t have any objections, though. If Walter had no intention of mending things, then no matter how closely Anthony hovered beside Walter, it would yield no results.

Kaelen put down the pen and asked: [When are they leaving?]

"In at least five days. By then, there won’t be much work left in the tribe, and the majority of beastmen can take on training missions."

Kaelen nodded and added: [Pass down an order to redistribute the workload for me. Make sure that every Sub-Beast and beastman has at least three hours of free time; I want to train them.]

Sane sat up straight and asked, "You mean you want to train the Sub-Beasts too? Won’t that be too strenuous for them?"

[I don’t expect them to go to the battlefield like beastmen, but they must at least have the ability to protect themselves. Furthermore, after multiple observations, I found that the rate of Sub-Beasts awakening Divine Energy is much higher than that of beastmen. I want to run another test batch. But before starting, we must at least improve their physiques first.]

Like Walter and Draven, they both developed fevers when awakening their abilities. If it weren’t for the fact that they happened to receive a portion of Kaelen’s Magical Energy during their awakening, it was uncertain whether they would have woken up at all. Kaelen couldn’t always inject his Magical Energy into their bodies in time. It was important to know that there were many cases of rejecting another person’s Magical Energy, and in those moments, one could only endure on their own. If their physical constitution wasn’t good enough, then what awaited them was simply death.

"Alright then, I will start redistributing the work tomorrow. Um... have you finished writing the new Chapter yet?" Sane’s gaze fell on the pile of paper under Kaelen’s hand, blinking his eyes.

Kaelen burst into laughter. *It’s over, kids, your Daddy is about to become a novel addict.*

[I’m done, I’m writing the next Chapter now.] Kaelen handed Chapter six of his new work for Sane to read, while Kaelen buried himself in writing the next Chapter.

Without a computer to type on like in the modern era, Kaelen could only use a homemade felt-tip pen to write, which meant he couldn’t write much. He planned to write seven Chapters, and could probably finish today. Because it was teaching material for the tribesmen, it couldn’t be too long, so he had to write it in the format of a travelogue.

Sane held the stack of reed paper in his hands, stroked the surface of the paper to feel it a bit, and then began to slowly read word by word. This work was about a beastman boy with an unusual appearance named Rokley. Yesterday, Kaelen had written up to the part where Rokley was tricked into the lair of a human slave-trading group, and Sane was anxious to know if the boy could escape.

Sane wasn’t the only one; the Crimson tribe’s members were also eager to know the outcome, all looking forward to the evening class. Aaron hugged a large bundle of firewood, stacked it on the firewood rack, and said to Christian:

"Do you think Rokley can escape from those slave traders?"

Christian wiped the sweat off his nose and affirmed firmly, "Definitely, the boy is so smart."

"But I really didn’t expect those people’s tricks to be that formidable. Rokley was on high alert, yet he still got tricked by them."

"If it were you, what would you do in that situation?" Christian glanced at Aaron and asked. Although this fox was terrified of death, his mind was exceedingly cunning. If Aaron were placed in Rokley’s position, it was unlikely anyone could deceive the fox. Aaron bared his teeth and said, "I wouldn’t know what to do at all, I can’t be as cunning as those humans!"

Christian grinned. That was also true; this species called ’humans’ was too wicked, and the beastmen’s brains truly couldn’t keep up. However, during this time, they had also learned quite a lot - learning from the beastman boy Rokley, and also learning from the humans in the travelogue.

Under Kaelen’s long-term brainwashing, the Crimson tribesmen gradually walked down an evil path of no return, every single one of their thought processes branched into three intersections, seven roads, and eight sharp turns.. Specifically, one would have to wait until the Spring Market in Hollow to see it; it couldn’t be seen right now.

Sane set down the manuscript for the final Chapter of the travelogue ’Rokley’s Adventures’, his eyes showing a hint of deep thought. *So it could also be done like this...*

Kaelen returned from the restroom and saw his mate sitting in deep contemplation, knowing that Sane was pondering the hidden ideologies within. Kaelen smiled, rummaged out a stack of bark paper carefully hidden under his clothes trunk, and handed it to Sane.

[Uncle Jaxon didn’t have time to burn this, so I hid it. I thought you would need it.] 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

This book was the manuscript of ’Essentials of Military Strategy’ that Kaelen had written down based on memory. In the past, the one thing the orphanage director’s study did not lack was books, and among them, this ’Essentials of Military Strategy’ was the one the director treasured the most, frequently taking it out to read. Kaelen also followed his example, reading it so much that he practically memorized it by heart. However, Kaelen only remembered the words; he couldn’t comprehend the profound insights within it.

But he thought Sane would definitely understand. Kaelen lifted Sane’s face to give him a kiss, communicating:

[I’m heading over to Draven’s place. You just keep busy with whatever you need to do, no need to come pick me up.]

Lately, the work in the tribe had settled into a routine, and Kaelen was no longer too busy. Everyone knew he was pregnant and needed plenty of rest, so they didn’t bother him. Aside from writing novels, Kaelen would go to Draven’s place to assist Draven with cultivation.

Under the influence of the travelogue ’Rokley’s Adventures’, the tribe was also gradually coming to see having special abilities as a matter of course. But Kaelen had also started writing a new story, emphasizing the collapse of the Magic Empire.

He believed that even if people later learned about the wonders of magic, they wouldn’t assume that mages had to contribute more to the tribe than ordinary people anymore. Possessing magic naturally came with more responsibilities, but a magic user only needed to fulfill their own duties and had no obligation to shoulder the duties of the entire tribe. Anyone who didn’t know how to strive for themselves and kept relying on magic users could just wait to be eliminated. Magic was not omnipotent, and mages were not all-powerful.

This also directly struck at the arrogance of mages: don’t think that just because you have magic, you have the right to look down on ordinary people. Magic was not eternal; once it collapsed, you would be even less than an ant.

"Kaelen, you’re here! Quick, help me see how to treat this!"

Draven was sweating profusely, standing in front of a beastman whose hind leg had been accidentally bitten and broken by a magical beast, flustered and not knowing what to do. Kaelen frowned; if he could speak, he definitely would have scolded Draven until the healer’s head bled!

Kaelen grabbed a handful of anesthetic flowers, crushed them, and stuffed them under that beastman’s nose. The beastman crashed down with a thud and started snoring loudly. Kaelen used his ability to conjure a tree branch and swatted Draven twice with it:

[Divine Energy is not something you can just use whenever you feel like it! Where is the method for bandaging a broken leg? Why not use that instead of insisting on using Divine Energy?! Do you want to cure him with Divine Energy so he can immediately go out jumping around, recklessly throwing himself into the mouths of magical beasts or wild beasts again?]

Draven shrank back into the corner of the tent in fear, teary-eyed as he said, "I... I just thought if I healed him immediately, he wouldn’t have to suffer any more pain and could go back to work right away."

Kaelen took a deep breath, feeling that he not only needed to speed up the progress of the new travelogue but also had to add the tragic end of mages after the collapse of the magic empire into his new work.

[Draven, do you know why I have the ability to make crops grow strong in an instant, yet I choose to let everyone clear land and farm on their own? Why, even though I can heal wounds with my abilities, I only treat those whose lives are in danger?]

Draven shook his head, slowly got up, stood with his back straight, twisted his two index fingers together, and looked solemnly at Kaelen like a student waiting for a teacher’s lecture.

[Our instincts often lead us to rely on something we believe in, but once that pillar of support is gone, we develop resentment. Let me take Uncle Jaxon and the old Obsidian as an example. Uncle Jaxon cared for the tribe since it was a large tribe, right up until it fell apart. When he did well, people praised him and followed him. But when he didn’t do well, they blamed him.]

[Like right now, they chased Uncle Jaxon and everyone away, bringing hardship upon themselves by staying, but what they feel isn’t remorse, it’s resentment. Resentment about why Uncle Jaxon abandoned them, resentment that he wasn’t thinking for the sake of the tribesmen. All of Uncle Jaxon’s past contributions were completely denied by them.]

[Of course, not everyone is an ingrate, but the nature of blaming others to ease one’s own mind always exists. Tell me, if you keep using your Divine Energy to heal the tribesmen, in the long run, what will they think?]

Draven thought for a moment and answered cautiously, "They will think it is my responsibility. When I save them, they will revere me. Once I can’t heal someone, or I can no longer use my Divine Energy, they will turn around to blame me, hate me, and perhaps even kill me to satisfy the twisted feelings in their hearts."

Excellent, teaching one thing and understanding ten.

Kaelen nodded in satisfaction: [There’s another issue. They will rely on the fact that the tribe has a healer with Divine Energy, and during battle, they will charge at the enemy mindlessly. One or two people, you might be able to save, but a whole crowd? You will just work yourself to death. Understood?]

Draven nodded vigorously: "Understood!"

Finally, under Kaelen’s strict instruction, Draven used physical and pharmacological methods to bandage the broken leg for that beastman. When the beastman woke up after the anesthetic wore off and was informed that he had to rest for at least a month, his face grimaced.

He muttered that he would have to be more careful in the future and absolutely could not let himself get injured again.