Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire novel Chapter 337

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“Oh! It’s you!” The stall owner recognized these two well–known figures and greeted them enthusiastically. “Want to buy some honey? One bone coin per scoop–only twenty bone coins for a whole jar!” 

His face was still swollen in a few places, making him look quite pitiful. It was obvious that he had paid a price for this honey. 

Nyx couldn’t help feeling a little sorry for him and nodded. “Sure.” 

Before she could decide how many jars to buy, Zayne silently took out several large strings of bone coins and bought up all the honey at the stall. 

“Wow!” The little sea otter’s mouth fell open in amazement. 

She came from a wealthy family and had never lacked food or clothing. But even though she loved sweets, her father had never bought her this much honey. 

The stall owner was also dumbfounded. He hesitantly asked Zayne, “How much do you want?” 

“All of it.” Zayne didn’t bother with small talk or haggling. He simply checked the quality of the honey, and after making sure it was good, he started packing the jars into a bamboo basket himself. 

The deal was completed so smoothly that the stall owner just stood there, frozen, unable to process what had just happened. He stared at Zayne in disbelief, stammering, “Y–you…. since when do you like sweets?” 

He had been selling honey at the Grand Trade Market for years, but this was the first time Zayne had ever stopped by. And this was by far the most extravagant purchase he had ever seen. 

Honey was expensive. Even if someone loved sweets and had spare money, they’d usually just buy one or two jars to try occasionally. 

Zayne, with his cold and indifferent demeanor, didn’t seem like the type to have such a sweet tooth. 

“Nyx likes it.” Zayne weighed the honey in his hand and felt satisfied. 

Wild honey was rare, and it wasn’t often they’d come across a beehive. Nyx would always stop him, saying it wasn’t worth the risk just for a snack. This time, he could buy more and store it for Nyx. 

Seeing him acting like a man deeply in love, the vendor couldn’t help but click his tongue and shake his head. He hadn’t even eaten any honey, yet he already felt like his teeth ached from the sweetness. 

He had no idea where this little female had come from, but she had completely tamed the Wolf Tribe’s great Shaman–who was famously oblivious to romance. 

Either way, thanks to this little rabbit named Nyx, all his honey had sold out in one go. Now he could take a break for the next few days, wander around, and use his newly earned bone coins to buy some things from others. 

Imagining his easy days ahead, he stroked the long string of heavy bone coins, feeling overjoyed as he prepared to pack 

“Wait a minute,” Nyx suddenly called out to him. 

The vendor froze mid–motion, his excitement vanishing. He thought she was about to change her mind and hesitated, lowering his head nervously, avoiding her gaze. 

He knew it. Selling things was never that easy. 

“How much are these?” Nyx pointed at another pile of goods beside the honey. It was a large heap of raw cotton, still in its 

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freshly picked form. 

The honey had been an unplanned purchase–this cotton was what she had originally come to buy. 

“Huh?” The vendor was surprised. “You want cotton?” 

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cotton weren’t brightly colored, nor did they have a fragrance. They were big, fluffy, and clumsy–looking–unappealing as hair accessories. No females in the tribe liked them, and they never sold at the market. 

He had only brought them along to fill up his stall so it wouldn’t look empty, not expecting anyone to actually take an interest in them. At least they wouldn’t wilt, so they were easy to transport to the market. 

He never imagined this little female would have such a unique eye for things–actually picking the unwanted cotton. 

“If you want them, take them all!” The vendor waved his hand. “I’ll throw them in as a bonus for buying the honey.” 

As he spoke, he secretly let out a sigh of relief. He thought, “Thank goodness… She wasn’t backing out of the deal.’ 

“You’re giving them to me?” Nyx’s eyes widened. “All of them?” 

There was enough cotton here to make an entire quilt, and if she used it sparingly, she could sew four or five pieces of clothing–or even more. 

But that wasn’t the important part. 

What mattered most was that these cotton bolls were fresh. The seeds inside could be planted. If she brought them back to the tribe and cultivated them, future cold seasons wouldn’t be as harsh. 

Rolling up all the cotton in a large piece of beast hide, Nyx felt pleased. 

She wouldn’t be staying in this world forever–she might even leave soon–but since she had lived in the Wolf Tribe for so long, it felt good to leave something useful behind. 

“Does your tribe have a lot of cotton?” Seeing the vendor nod, Nyx added, “They’re great for keeping warm. You can use them to make winter clothes and blankets.” 

Whether he believed her or not wasn’t up to her. 

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With both sides thinking they had gotten the better end of the deal, the little sea otter happily licked the honey Nyx had fed her, feeling blissful. 

The Wolf Tribe’s Shaman had bought honey because he liked Nyx, and now Nyx was feeding her honey–so that had to mean Nyx liked her too, 

As she enjoyed her treat, a sudden loud commotion nearby startled her. She trembled all over and almost tumbled out of Nyx’s arms. 

“Dad! My dad’s over there!” The little sea otter sounded frantic. 

“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” Nyx reassured her, stroking her fur. “Let’s go check it out.” 

She had only met Sea Race the chieftain yesterday, but he had seemed like a kind person. She didn’t think he was the type to get into public arguments. 

By the time they got there, a crowd had already gathered, forming several layers of onlookers. 

“Your salt is poisoned! My son ate it, and now he’s in terrible pain!” A middle–aged male clenched his fist so hard it cracked his knuckles, and then slammed it onto a stone slab. “Tell me! How are you going to take responsibility?” 

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White salt was scattered all over the stall. 

Normally, people wouldn’t have hesitated to pick it up. But the moment they heard it might be poisoned, they hesitated, wary of getting too close. 

Sea Race the chieftain’s face turned red with anger, his whole body trembling. “That’s impossible!” 

They ate this same salt, harvested from seawater, every day. Everyone was fine–there was no way it could be poisonous. 

But the little monkey writhing on the ground, clutching his stomach and crying out in pain, looked genuinely miserable. 

The crowd wasn’t just worried–Sea Race’s own people started exchanging uneasy glances, doubt creeping into their minds. 

They thought, ‘Could there really be something wrong with this batch of salt?‘ 

They looked at the chieftain, completely at a loss. 

Seeing this, the troublemaking monkey’s father became even more aggressive. He kept smashing things at the stall, shoving the Sea Race guards protecting it, and even raised his fist as if he was about to punch one of the males in the face. 

“Nyx and Zayne are here!” someone suddenly shouted. 

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