In Hua Lin's nervous thoughts, time passed unconsciously, and the stars reflecting the terrifying celestial phenomena disappeared from the sky silently, replaced by a blue sky, and a snow-white waning moon hung high on it, which looked a little poetic and fresh, and after a while, the eastern sky appeared as brilliant as red gold, heralding the arrival of a new day.

Paeon Toast writhed his stiff body uncomfortably, and his captors did not strip him of his clothes and jewelry, they simply took the weapon he was wearing, and even did not do this step with any predatory meaning—they did not touch the precious gems on the scabbard, nor admired the beautiful carvings on it, nor did they draw the knife to see how sharp it was—and tied him up firmly.

So, despite being in prison, Paigang Toast did not panic, on the contrary, after a night that was not comfortable for him by any means, he had regained his composure and pride as a toast nobleman.

His enemies will not kill him.

Pai Gang Tusi has killed many people, and he has seen many people killed, he knows what kind of preparation will be before killing, they will not leave anything for the killed, the one who is killed is undoubtedly the weak, in Yishan, the weak do not deserve anything, including themselves.

And since the enemy left Paikon Toast with clothes and jewelry, it proves that he is not weak, at least not now, he still has a considerable value, he may never be able to become the master of Gala Cave again, but after he proves his worth, he may have a pretty good position with the new powerful master.

Before the morning light illuminates the Gala Cave, Paigang Toast has been counting in his mind what he can use to prove his worth.

The first is his family tree as a Tusi, the lower-level Yiren memorized the family tree in order to prove that he was a Yiren warrior and not a slave after being caught unfortunately, and the family tree of the Tusi hides more secrets, the long family tree lists the location and sphere of influence of each Tusi family that has married their family for hundreds of years, as well as the mountains, waters, and rivers in each Tusi family's territory. The production of the land and the number of slaves, if a wise man can listen to the genealogy he recites, can draw a rough map of Yishan according to this, which is a secret that those Yiren warriors and ordinary Yiren scattered in the mountains who may not have left their Tusi territory in their lifetimes will never know, this is an invisible treasure book.

Secondly, it is his control over his subordinates, as the leader who has controlled Gala Cave for many years, Paigang Toast knows how useful a competent butler can be in daily life. A man who has never hunted may think that a hare is a creature that can be caught at the first step of his hand, a man who has never raised a family may think that feeding eight children is easy, and an unemployed maiden may think that a child will walk without long, exhausting feedings as soon as it hits the ground, Paigang Toast is not the creature full of unrealistic fantasies: "They will not work until the whip falls on the head of the slave." And he was the one who knew how to make the whip move, and he dared to say that no one in the vicinity knew better than him how to get more out of the same people.

Finally, and one of his less remarkable points, he was himself a battle-experienced samurai, and he dared to say that he had no hands for bows and arrows or swords, and that if he were pardoned, he could immediately serve his new master without complaint, which he considered a fitting quid pro quo. Of all kinds of slaves, a faithful, battle-ready slave was more valuable than the others—an artisan slave might spend a year making a good knife for his master, and a good warrior slave could get three equally good knives for his master in a single day.

When he was brought before his enemies again, Paikon Toast was mentally prepared, and he even prepared a long compliment that seemed appropriate to him, a patchwork of a hymn to the Great God Gruul and a praise to the High Priest, and he replaced some of the words to fit the identity of the subject, and practiced it repeatedly in his mind to face the other person with the right attitude. It didn't take him much time, and he didn't even do anything to adjust mentally.

After all, he was defeated in broad daylight.

Not only did the enemy use tricks, but he also used powerful illusions that none of his priests could dispel, which was enough to make the time-savvy Paigang Toast have a respectful attitude towards the other party.

Still, when he saw his enemy again, he was greatly surprised.

The young girl was sitting in front of the fire, holding a roasting fork with a snake on the fork that had been half gnawed, and the girl was munching on the other half with relish—all of which certainly did not surprise Paigang Toast, although the Yi people never added snakes and spiders, which they thought were "strong" creatures, to the menu, but they did not treat these creatures as ancestral taboos, and whoever dared to eat them would not share the same attitude.

What surprised him was what the people who surrounded the girl's sad faces were doing.

They were weaving straw mats quietly with uniform movements, as if they were ghosts from another world.