Reborn As A Beastman With A System

Chapter 160: A Legendary Mentor!

Logan hurried back to the tribe, his pace quickening as he neared the grand tribal hall. The sprawling structure, a symbol of the Silvermane Tribe's newfound prosperity, loomed before him. Upon entering, he was surprised to find that the lady the Beastman warrior had mentioned was none other than Jane. But what brought her to the Beastmen Hall today?

The answer was soon clear: her brother-in-law, Fisher, was here.

Inside the hall, Logan took his seat across from his companions. Around the table sat Begon, Fisher, and Jane, who had traveled far for this meeting.

Fisher, unable to contain his curiosity, leaned forward. "Kevin, your Silvermane Tribe... it's growing so fast! How many Beastmen are part of the tribe now?" His eyes gleamed with both admiration and bewilderment.

Logan chuckled, his pride evident. "Nearly 70,000 Beastmen," he replied, his voice carrying a mix of disbelief and satisfaction.

Fisher's jaw dropped. He blinked, as if trying to process the number. "Seventy thousand? But just two months ago, you had only 15,000 Beastmen! How on earth did it grow this quickly?"

Logan leaned back, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Annexation," he explained. "We've taken in many refugees from disasters, and there were some... small-scale wars recently. It helped swell our numbers."

Fisher, still trying to wrap his head around it, stared at Logan. "Small-scale wars?" he repeated, shaking his head in disbelief. "This kind of growth; it's almost unreal."

Jane, watching her brother's shock, couldn't help but laugh softly. Seeing Fisher so dumbfounded was rare, and she knew exactly how he felt. Had she not witnessed the Silvermane Tribe's transformation herself, she might have found it hard to believe too. Logan, the man she had grown to admire deeply, was indeed remarkable; powerful, visionary, and seemingly unstoppable.

Fisher eventually collected himself, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I see it now," he said, nodding. "You've got money, and with money, you can buy food. And with food, Beastmen will come. That's the secret, isn't it?"

Logan grinned, appreciating how quickly Fisher had connected the dots. "Exactly," he agreed. "The wealth we've accumulated has made all the difference. With food and resources, we've attracted many Beastmen to join us. It's been fast, I admit, but it makes sense when you think about it."

Fisher leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. He recalled the first time he met Logan; back then, the Silvermane Tribe had barely a few thousand members. And now, just seven or eight months later, it had transformed into a mighty force of nearly 70,000. It was almost unbelievable.

"That's incredible," Fisher murmured. "But you know, when I first entered the tribe, I could tell right away something was different here."

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He gestured around the room, his eyes alight with admiration. "Other Beastmen tribes; well, they're chaotic, dirty, and disorganized. Honestly, most of them are like slums. But the Silvermane Tribe... it's nothing like that. If it weren't for the Beastmen walking around, I could have sworn I'd wandered into a human town."

Fisher had visited countless Beastmen tribes over the years. Most were filthy, with waste from both Beastmen and wild beasts strewn across the streets. The air was thick with the stench of neglect, and the disarray was palpable; houses poorly built, Beastmen poorly dressed, the entire environment reflecting a deep sense of decay.

But here, in the Silvermane Tribe, things were different. The streets were clean, devoid of filth. Houses were neatly aligned, built with care and attention to detail. The Beastmen themselves seemed better dressed, their behavior more refined. And, most importantly, the foul stench that usually clung to Beastmen tribes was nowhere to be found.

Logan, listening to Fisher's praise, couldn't help but smile. "We've worked hard to bring order and cleanliness to the tribe," he said. "It wasn't easy, but it's something we take pride in."

Jane, sitting beside him, glanced at Logan with admiration. It was true: what he had accomplished was nothing short of extraordinary. The Silvermane Tribe had become a beacon of hope and strength in a world where chaos often reigned. And she knew, without a doubt, that with Logan at the helm, its future would be even brighter.

Fisher didn't mean to brag, but his satisfaction with the Silvermane Tribe was unmistakable. He appreciated the tribe's advancements, simple rules like promoting public toilets, discouraging people from wandering around naked, and requiring a monthly bath, all contributed to a more civilized environment.

It wasn't perfect, certainly not on par with human settlements, but it was a giant leap forward compared to other Beastmen tribes.

Logan, who once lived as a human, could see the difference clearly. Although the Beastmen were far behind humans in terms of facilities, culture, and infrastructure, they were improving. He understood that pushing them too hard with human-like expectations would be both unfair and impractical.

"By the way," Logan asked with a smile, "what brings you here today?"

Fisher leaned back and chuckled. "I've heard so much about the Silvermane Tribe that I thought it was time to see it for myself."

Logan raised an eyebrow, knowing Fisher well enough to sense the truth wasn't entirely in that statement. His smile hinted at knowing more.

Sure enough, Fisher sighed, his playful tone fading. "Alright, I didn't just come to sightsee. It's been over a month since we finalized the deal with the Wind Walker Chamber of Commerce, and yet I've heard nothing from you. Aren't you concerned?"

Logan grinned, his calm demeanor unshaken. "Why should I be in a rush? Has the Windrunner Mercenary Group fully integrated yet?" His question carried a playful edge.

Fisher huffed, a little frustrated by his brother-in-law's composure. "Yes, the integration's done. In fact, it was completed half a month ago, but we've been busy securing supply bases along the route."

Logan leaned in, interested. "And did you find suitable locations?"

The idea of building supply bases had been Logan's proposal. The journey between Canyon City and the human world spanned thousands of miles, and ensuring a safe, efficient trade route required careful planning. Supply bases would not only offer places for caravans to rest and replenish but also act as defense hubs. Should any danger arise near a base, help could be dispatched quickly.

Fisher nodded. "Yes, we've almost finalized everything."

Logan, satisfied with the progress, shifted gears. "What about the leader of the mercenary group recruited by Pleti? Has he arrived yet?"

Fisher's face lit up. "The mentor has arrived!"

Logan blinked, surprised. "Mentor? When did a legendary figure become your mentor?" He shook his head, half-amused at Fisher's audacity. "I swear, you're shameless."

Jane, who had been quietly listening, couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "Did the legendary elf really take you on as a student?" Her eyes sparkled with excitement. She had heard from Logan that the leader of the Windrunner Mercenary Group was none other than a legend; an elite among elites.

Logan's uncle, Begon, had remained silent throughout the conversation, but the mention of a legendary mentor stunned him. He had always been in awe of Fisher, a tenth-level warrior; an almost unreachable rank for most. But now, to hear that his nephew's brother-in-law had a legendary mentor? It was beyond anything Begon could have imagined.

He suddenly felt that Logan had chosen well, both in his allies and in his wife.

Fisher, puffing out his chest with pride, looked directly at Logan, his smile widening. "Why can't he be my mentor?" he teased. "The moment the legend arrived half a month ago, I managed to convince him to take me under his wing."

Logan shook his head, half-impressed by Fisher's determination and half-amused by his boasting.

Jane beamed with pride at her brother's success. She knew how rare it was to find a legendary mentor, let alone secure one as a teacher. Fisher was clearly on a path to greatness, and it brought her joy to see him thriving.

Begon, on the other hand, sat quietly, marveling at how far his nephew's connections had taken him. The rise of the Silvermane Tribe no longer seemed like a distant dream, it was becoming a reality. With a legendary figure backing Fisher, the tribe's future looked brighter than ever.

Fisher, still basking in the glow of his accomplishment, couldn't help but boast a little more. "You see, Logan, having a legendary mentor changes everything. It's the difference between staying at level ten forever and breaking through to the legendary ranks myself. Few ever get the chance, but now... I will."

Logan couldn't deny it, having a legendary mentor was a game-changer. He nodded, acknowledging his brother-in-law's newfound advantage. The Silvermane Tribe was indeed on a rapid rise, and with allies like Fisher and his mentor, the possibilities seemed limitless.