Zakalightened his posture, put his hands on his hips arrogantly, and said, "What else do you want? With your large builds, you still want to fight our entire tribe?"

Seeing the enthusiastic atmosphere in the village, the timid men also became a bit afraid. They discussed with those around them and decided to take the food and leave first. Having something is better than having nothing. Thus, the group left without looking back.

Zakali happily turned back and asked, "Father? Where's Father?"

But where was the chieftain? The steward pointed out that although his eyes could see again, the chieftain's group was still far away. Realizing something was wrong, the Sazas turned halfway and eventually left.

"Father isn't here yet, then who was shouting just now?" Even Zakali was confused.

"It was me!" Turns out it was Sagyi. No one knew when he had snuck back. This idea of bluffing definitely came from the sly ugly dwarf.

Galande couldn't help but sigh, "You really are sly to the bone."

"Thank you, young master, you flatter me," Gwenk laughed.

After a while, the Flagyeldan chieftain returned to the village with many young and middle-aged men. The steward welcomed them enthusiastically, "Chieftain, you've finally returned!"

They saw that their chieftain was tall and fat with a big belly drooping in front. He had a bushy mustache covering half his face. Like the rest of his tribe, he had thick curly black hair tied in a long braid. Members of their tribe liked to wear colorful headscarves, some decorated with feathers and gems. Clearly they enjoyed decorating themselves. The chieftain also wore a gem-studded belt around his waist and rings on his hands.

It was strange they would wear such finery on a business trip!

The chieftain dismounted and anxiously asked, "Did those scoundrels escape?"

"They fled, thanks to the young prince's mediation that delayed them until now. Seeing your return, they were frightened away!" The steward enthusiastically answered.

"Hahaha!" The chieftain stroked his mustache and called Zakali over, "Good job, my son!"

The tribespeople warmly welcomed their returning comrades. In front of everyone, the steward carefully recounted how Zakali had outsmarted the rogues. When he mentioned the boulder, the chieftain laughed heartily, patting his belly, "That clever rascal! That's not a boulder, it's a mountain!"

"A mountain?" Galande was shocked to hear this. How could a boulder be a mountain? What did he mean?

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The chieftain explained, "Fifteen years ago when we settled here, the tribespeople thought this 'boulder' was an eyesore. We decided to dig it up. After ten days of digging two yards deep, we still couldn't find the bottom. Only then did we realize it was the tip of a mountain! So we refilled the hole and chose this treasured location to settle the Flagyeldan tribe."

Only now did the young people understand the boulder's origins. Having grown up seeing it, they didn't know a mountain lay beneath.

"No wonder that ugly dwarf couldn't budge it even if he died trying!" Gwenk exclaimed.

"My son, you've brought these friends along, who are they?" The chieftain asked his son.

"Yes!" Zakali secretly nudged Sagyi to go before his father and whispered, "Matchmaking."

Sagyi twisted shyly for a bit before mustering his courage to say to the chieftain, "Greetings, I've come to propose to you!"

"Propose?" The chieftain looked confused.

"Yes, your daughter Azan is the most beautiful lady I've seen. I want to marry her! I've even brought her favorite tiger skin as betrothal gift!"

Just then, his men presented the huge intact tiger skin before the crowd, who gasped in awe at it.

But the chieftain frowned, "My daughter is already engaged to someone... How can you still come proposing?"

"Engaged to who? I'll go find him!" Sagyi asked without thinking. His childish tone amused both his brothers.

"She's engaged to Prince Sazad of the Kozt tribe..." The chieftain said very cautiously.

"Oh, that's easy then." Sagyi grinned and wiped his mouth, "I am Prince Sazad of the Kozt tribe. Sagyi is my nickname."

The chieftain stared wide-eyed at Sagyi, wondering, "Are you trying to fool me?"

Zakali added, "Father, they are indeed from the Kozt tribe."

Still suspicious, the chieftain asked Sagyi about his family's tents, members, and people in the tribe. After verifying the details, and seeing his fine clothes and jewels befitting a noble's son, he finally believed it.

He then sighed, "Oh dear, child, you've come all this way, not only bringing the tiger skin but also helping save our tribe. Did your father teach you to do this?"

"Hehehe, I actually came without Father knowing. I just told him I was going out to play without saying where to." Sagyi's voice contained innocent charm as he continued, "I originally wanted to sneak a peek at the princess' looks, but accidentally did all these things."

"Oh, what a good child, a good child!" Hearing this, the chieftain immediately took a great liking to the little prince, patting his shoulder and head. He also ordered his men to immediately inform his in-laws about the prince's feats and that he would host a bonfire celebration for the events.

"Wait, chieftain!" Sagyi pushed the chieftain's belly, shouting.

"What else, child?"

"Chieftain, I must tell you one thing. Although I brought the tiger skin, I didn't actually kill the tiger. My two brothers, Zakali and Galande, worked together to slay it. My brother Galande is especially brave and formidable. You must reward him!"

"Oh?" The chieftain looked over Galande again, sizing him up. Galande was dressed very simply, nothing like a chieftain's relative. He was also on the lean side, not the type to easily win over elders. But the chieftain patiently asked, "Brave lad, you've helped us so much. What would you like? Feel free to ask."

Galande didn't expect Sagyi to recommend him so eagerly. He hadn't thought about wanting anything either.

"Father, Galande and I killed the tiger together and fought the rogues together. I dare say he will become one of the greatest heroes on the plains!" Zakali eagerly recommended as well. Hearing this, the chieftain's interest in Galande grew. He looked kindly at the boy. Unsure what to do, Galande blurted out the first thing in his mind, "Can I go pay respects to your shamans?"

"Of course, of course! What's so difficult about that!" Zakali answered before the chieftain could.