Chief don't slap in the face

In this kind of contract, if the owner is a cruel guy, he can even consume the life potential of the psychic beast without the consent of the psychic beast to increase its combat effectiveness.

Of course, if you do this, the lifespan of the psychic beast will decrease sharply, but because of the existence of the contract power, the psychic beast can't even kill its master if it wants to kill it.

As the Great Prophet drew the tribal totem, on the Bible, with a swoosh, a golden arrow with a chain was shot, pierced into its eyebrows, and then pulled out a small piece of red soul fragments, dragged into the Bible .

"Very good, you are now a member of my Chaoge tribe."

Xia Ye stretched out his hand: "Welcome!"

"..."

The Great Prophet looked at Xia Ye's hand in a daze, not knowing what it meant.

"Shaking hands is a kind of etiquette!"

Xia Ye smiled: "What's your name?"

"Jobs!"

The Great Prophet finally had the chance to declare his name.

"Do you know apples?"

Xia Ye was speechless for a while.

"I know!"

Jobs didn't know why Natsuno asked. Is there anyone who doesn't know this fruit?

"Why did you choose that name?"

Xia Ye frowned, if he hadn't known that Mr. Qiao had died long ago, he would have suspected that this guy was also the lucky one who survived the catastrophe.

"I was sitting under an apple tree thinking one day, and an overripe apple hit me, and the name just popped into my head."

Jobs explained that he was actually sleeping that day, but he had to lie in order to look like a cowboy!

"Why didn't 'Newton' flash by? Do you despise Newton?"

Xia Ye pouted, at this moment, Newton's three laws were crying.

"what?"

Jobs looked confused, what the hell is Newton?

"By the way, do you know the law of universal gravitation?"

This time, not only Jobs was dumbfounded, but Elena and her party also looked confused. Why did everyone know every word Xia Ye said, but they couldn't understand it when they read it together?

"seems very amazing!"

Xiao Siguo muttered.

"Uh-huh!"

Rem nodded hastily.

"Master, don't worry, I made those poisonous gas pills. If you inhale too much, you won't die. At most, you will be blind, and there will be pain in these places, and then you will be dizzy and nauseated!"

Otherwise, to become a great prophet, IQ must not be bad. Jobs became a slave, and he quickly explained the matter of the poison gas pill without waiting for Xia Ye to ask.

Several mountain ghosts accidentally fell to the ground due to convulsions from the thick smoke from a bonfire. Jobs rushed over, studied it, and finally analyzed the main materials from the bonfire to make this poisonous gas pill.

Inhalation of a small amount will cause tears, eye pain, soreness, sneezing, coughing, inhalation of a moderate amount, will burn the respiratory tract, nasal mucous membrane, a lot of saliva and nasal mucus, sore limbs, fatigue, excessive inhalation, blindness, muscle spasm!

"There is a kind of leaves in my bag. Crush them, squeeze them into juice, drink it with water, and spit it out for a while!"

Jobs' combat effectiveness is average, but he is good at voodoo and knows a lot of plants and minerals.

"Great chief, even if it is a prophet, it is still a mountain ghost. It doesn't even have the qualifications to be a slave!"

There are female warriors to remind.

These days, not all captives can be slaves. As a great chief, he has to capture a tribal princess or prince as a slave. Mountain ghosts and land ghosts are recognized as low-level species, which is not enough to look at. No one wants a dog to guard the door.

Taking this red-haired mountain ghost out, Xia Ye will definitely be laughed to death.

"you……"

Jobs was angry, but looking at these imposing women, the courage in his heart dissipated again, and his small body could not resist being beaten.

"Hehe, I firmly believe that everyone has his value!"

Xia Ye can't tell women that he wants to find out how to make gas bombs. After watching so many war movies and knowing about the two world wars, Xia Ye certainly understands how terrible biological and chemical weapons are.

Not to mention that Chaoge is just starting out, and the conventional armed forces are too weak. Even if it becomes a large tribe with 10 people in the future, biochemical weapons are also necessary.

Diversified weapon reserves can increase war potential.

When he was in college, this Jobs was a high-end elite talent. When encountering a war, he was protected and prioritized for evacuation.

"Owner!"

Hearing Natsuno calling himself a "person" and acknowledging his wisdom, Jobs was overwhelmed with gratitude.

"Okay, I signed the contract to worry about your rebellion. I didn't mean to treat you as a slave,"

Xia Ye comforted: "If you want, you can call me Great Chief!"

"Great Chief!"

Jobs was excited, but he didn't know that Xia Ye was gaining favorability.

"Here, ghost, biscuit!"

Song Guo took out a few butter biscuits from the animal skin bag and handed them over.

"Thank you little master!"

Jobs quickly took it with both hands. He could see that the little girl had the best relationship with her master, so even if it was shit, he would pretend to be delicious, but after biting off a piece, he His expression froze, with a look of surprise.

"what is this?"

Jobs asked in surprise, this is too delicious, with an intoxicating sweetness.

"Cream biscuits, only we Chaoge can make snacks!"

Xiao Song Guo proudly showed off.