Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH132

Chapter 132

What exactly are they here for…

Of course, they were here to attend a wedding in the Rouge World. For this, Jiang Jitang had even offered a bag of high-quality wild natural sea pearls, which would be worth tens of thousands in the modern world.

Modern pearls from aquaculture were cheap, but high-quality wild sea pearls were far from inexpensive.

So by evening, the Ox Tribe’s territory echoed with the deep, far-reaching sounds of horns. When the little guide told them that the wedding was about to begin, Jiang Jitang and Parsons split the last two fish they had caught, cleaned their hands, and went toward the stone-walled plaza.

They arrived late, and many people were already there, chatting among themselves, mostly acquaintances.

At that moment, several waist-high bonfires on the plaza were lit. Thick white smoke billowed up, almost connecting with the sky.

The child who had been following them led them to a reserved corner. This area was mostly for smaller tribes who didn’t have priority seating. Further forward were envoys from major tribes or those closely allied with the Ox Tribe.

The rabbit tribe should have been here too, but now that they were allied by marriage with the Ox Tribe, their spot was at the very front, opposite the frowning lion tribe envoy.

Jiang Jitang overheard smaller tribes nearby gossiping about the rabbit tribe’s good fortune, their tone sour as old vinegar.

But no amount of envy could stop the wedding from starting.

With the blast of a long, sweeping horn, surrounding drums vibrated. The Ox Tribe warriors, showing off their strong physiques, beat the drums rhythmically. At the center, a fire pit was ignited, and a strange energy spread across the plaza.

“Hu ha!” The bull totems on the warriors’ shoulders and chests shone with dazzling light, flowing across their brown skin like molten lava. Their presence became far more imposing.

Visitors from non-Ox Tribes were engulfed by this force, some instinctively bristling and adopting defensive stances.

The lion tribe envoys who had just arrived lit their own totems instantly, gripping weapons at their waists, eyes glowing red. Invisible energy formed a wall around them, resisting the influence of the bull totems.

“Huh? This feeling… so strange.” Jiang Jitang rubbed his chin. He didn’t feel repelled at all.

A small, secretive leaf sprouted from his head, lazily unfurling and then carefully retracting into his hair. Jiang Jitang himself didn’t notice; only Parsons, standing close, saw it.

“…This leaf looks familiar… let me see again.”

The plaza was fully enveloped by the Ox Tribe’s heavy, powerful aura when the bride and groom appeared, guided by the shaman and the tribe leader.

Feng wore new clothes, along with the lapis lazuli necklace Jiang Jitang had chosen for him. He looked somewhat nervous. Beside him stood the Ox Tribe’s bride, Mao, elegant and confident, raising a cup of wine to invite everyone to drink. Though young, her posture already reflected the demeanor of a major tribe’s descendant.

“They look well-matched.” Jiang Jitang aimed his DSLR at the couple. The young men and women of the Rouge World exchanged glances that struck like lightning.

In the Rouge World, romantic glances weren’t common; passion and intensity were the norm.

A shaman wearing a bone mask performed a divination for their marriage, and, of course, the result was harmonious.

Jiang Jitang saw the Ox Tribe’s totems flicker within the rising flames. The Ox Tribe members smiled with satisfaction. Then the elderly shaman placed a finger on Feng’s forehead, chanting an incantation.

Something strange happened. The totem, which had initially resisted Feng as an outsider, accepted the newcomer under the shaman’s guidance. Feng’s expression visibly softened—he had been embraced by the Ox Tribe’s totem.

“Hu ha!” The bull warriors raised their bone hammers, drums thundered from all directions, encircling everyone in the plaza.

The lion tribe envoys’ expressions changed slightly; they huddled together around the young lion envoy, who wore a serious expression.

Other tribes also felt uneasy; the weaker tribes couldn’t even stand and collapsed trembling on the ground.

If the Ox Tribe’s goal for this wedding was to display their strength, they had succeeded. Everyone had felt the power of the Ox Tribe’s totems.

Today was a wedding, not a war, so the bull warriors lowered their hammers. The pervasive totemic energy became hidden, and envoys from other tribes felt relieved.

The Ox Tribe leader stood above all and announced that his daughter had married, was now an adult, and could possess her own land and slaves. He pointed to a location that would be managed by the bride and groom.

The tribe cheered loudly, shouting Mao’s name.

Jiang Jitang instinctively glanced at the young bull envoy, Sen, and noticed that he was cheering the loudest.

“…Alright, I was overthinking.”

Jiang Jitang raised his DSLR to capture the moment. But the people in front stood up to cheer, and given their height, he had to stand on tiptoe to get the shot.

Suddenly, Jiang Jitang felt himself lifted. Looking down, he saw Parsons holding him steadily without the slightest tremor.

Jiang Jitang smiled and gave a thumbs-up, lifting his camera again to shoot the people on stage.

Everyone was watching the stage, listening to the Ox Tribe leader declare the marriage before the gods. Only Parsons’ emerald eyes focused on the excited expression of the one he was holding.

After the declaration, the couple became officially married. The long-awaited feast began, and attendants brought out jars of freshly brewed wine.

They brewed wine from fresh fruits, likely unfiltered, so Jiang Jitang’s cup contained a cloudy liquid with floating sediment and foam, carrying both fruit aroma and a hint of alcohol.

Good news: these people didn’t yet know that grain could also be brewed into wine. Once they did, food would be even scarcer.

Jiang Jitang took a shallow sip—it tasted like fermented fruit juice, slightly tart.

Yet even such fruit wine was rare, so attendants poured carefully, and guests drank it with great care.

Jiang Jitang pinched his nose and drank it in one gulp, like taking medicine. Only one culinary delight remained to anticipate: the beast meat.

“It tastes as bad as the first wine I brewed.”

“You brewed wine?” Parsons asked. Jiang Jitang, a spirited friend who never gave up, must have tried it. If he succeeded the first time, he might have lost interest; failure made him try even harder.

“I made some rice wine. Want to try?”

Parsons nodded obediently.

Jiang Jitang smuggled out a small-bellied, narrow-mouthed wine jar and two small porcelain cups. Amid the wedding, they clinked cups secretly, drinking sweet rice wine and carving out a private world in the noisy celebration.

Half a bottle later, it was time for the main event: beast meat. This delicacy, remembered fondly by the little guide after just one taste, had been simply prepared and sliced for the table.

Jiang Jitang had wondered why his many spices weren’t used. After tasting the first bite, he understood: the finest ingredients needed the simplest cooking.

Even better, he could feel a subtle power entering his body through the food. It was too faint to be obvious, but definitely improving him.

“Parsi.” He held his friend’s hand tightly, expressing without words: delicious, savor it, take more back.

Beast meat was precious; unlike ordinary meat, it couldn’t be replenished casually. Two large portions in the dish were already VIP treatment, while later guests got only half.

After the feast, the party was halfway done. Guests, full and satisfied, danced around the bonfires. In this era, dance was a prayer for good fortune. The more dancers, the happier the hosts.

Jiang Jitang photographed the crowd leaping around the fires, then put away the camera, ready to leave.

The sun had already set; soon it would be completely dark, making the bonfires even brighter and the party louder. But once dark, leaving the city would be difficult.

Night was when nocturnal animals hunted and when beasts were most active—they didn’t want to miss it.

They quietly bid farewell to the little guide who had followed them all day.

“The Ox Tribe’s wedding was magnificent, leaving me unforgettable memories, but we must set out to greet a new day.” The guide worried about the dangers outside: wild animals and beasts.

“We know, don’t worry.”

The warriors informed the young bull envoy of their departure. Slightly tipsy, he advised them to leave tomorrow, as night travel was too dangerous—even for the strongest warriors against nocturnal monsters.

“That’s exactly why we’re leaving now.” Parsons’ warrior aura spoke louder than words. The young envoy looked at them as if they were insane: “You’re going to hunt beasts? Just the two of you?”

Sen didn’t understand but respected it. What else could he do? They couldn’t stop strangers nor send bull warriors to die alongside them.

The young envoy left after failing to dissuade them. Jiang Jitang and Parsons headed toward the city gate but were intercepted by the lion tribe’s young envoy.

He asked if they were leaving because of offense from the Ox Tribe and invited them to visit the lion tribe, which was supposedly better.

“Was my soup that good?” Jiang Jitang suddenly questioned his own skill—it was the only explanation for the lion’s enthusiasm.

Parsons remained calm. Leaving to hunt beasts was Jiang Jitang’s decision, and he never changed his mind for anyone.

Seeing they couldn’t be stopped, the lion envoy tore off a turquoise lion-head jade pendant from his bronze sword:

“This is a lion tribe token. Whoever carries it is our honored guest; no one else may harm you.”

The soldiers behind him were stunned, staring at the pendant.

Wow—a soup had earned him a “plains pass.” Jiang Jitang dared not take it but couldn’t openly refuse either.

He looked into the young envoy’s eyes, who froze, thinking something was wrong with Jiang Jitang’s face.

“This gem matches your eye color,” Jiang Jitang said, giving a tiger’s eye stone to the envoy. The envoy’s face flushed red.

“Imi, the city gate will close soon,” Parsons reminded softly.

Jiang Jitang put down the gem and left, holding his friend’s hand. By the time the lion envoy realized, they had already passed the gate. He wanted to pursue but was blocked by his soldiers; leaving the city at night with just two people was suicidal.

Jiang Jitang and Parsons walked far until the Ox Tribe’s walls were out of sight. He brought out the task vehicle, switching to off-road mode.

Seated and buckled in, Jiang Jitang was ready to begin the Rouge World journey. Parsons, already prepared, asked: “Do you carry gemstones with you?”

“I bought them while preparing the task items. In a basket of semi-precious beads, this one was the most beautiful, with golden threads that seemed to say, ‘Buy me, buy me.’ So I did. And of course, the best and most beautiful gem goes to the most important—Mrs. Jiang and you. Not one of many, but the only one.” Jiang Jitang smiled mischievously.

“I didn’t mean that,” Parsons said, gazing out the window.

“Oh, I get it. Friendship doesn’t like a third party.” Jiang Jitang pressed the accelerator, the roar masking his words.

“Parsi, music?” he asked. “Do you have a favorite?”

“No,” Parsons replied, leaning against the window, the wind brushing his relaxed face. They seemed like they were on vacation.

“Then mine it is.” Jiang Jitang pressed something, and the off-road vehicle played a hypnotic, chaotic tune called “Don’t Be Human in the Next Life”.

“By the way, I have a small gift for you.”

A ring box appeared in Parsons’ hand. Surprised, he opened it to find a strange egg.

“It’s a magical egg. It hatches into a powerful illusion beast, which you can even take into dungeons.”

“The one from the Dream-Fulfillment Food House?”

“Better than that. I reserved it for you—I don’t even have one myself. Impressed?”

“I am.” Parsons held the box carefully, mindful of the egg inside.

Jiang Jitang sensed his fondness. Rarely did a knight show emotion so openly. Unexpectedly, Jiang Jitang felt even happier than if it were his own—he truly loved small animals.

The mechanical vehicle roared across the plains, tires crushing anything in their path. They crossed open land and entered the tree-covered central area under the night sky.

For the first time in the Rouge World at night, they heard the vehicle’s modern roar. Animals froze, instinctively hiding, while only powerful beasts looked toward the sound.

Who had entered their territory?

“They’re here.”

Jiang Jitang and Parsons weren’t ordinary people. Forest creatures immediately sensed them. Only a top-tier predator could make all surrounding animals tremble. They were heading to the location the young bull envoy had mentioned, rumored to be held by a powerful beast.

Parsons wanted to get out, but Jiang Jitang stopped him.

“Now is the time for high-tech.” He pulled out a night vision scope.

Civilian scopes lacked night vision, but this system-bought device could detect infrared radiation emitted by objects.

“They should be coming,” Jiang Jitang whispered. He already smelled something different from plants, yet neither his evolved vision nor the high-tech device initially revealed the monster.

Until he met a pair of eyes.

The beast was hidden behind a tree, camouflaged to the point that even its body temperature blended into the background.

“It can change color and even hide its heat… Lizard-like traits?” Jiang Jitang put down the useless device, staring at the orange-red eyes hundreds of meters away, glowing like ghostly fire in the night.

Undoubtedly, the beast had noticed them but wasn’t sure about the vehicle. Its size and noise made it impossible to assess where it stood in the food chain, so it hesitated to act.

“It’s cautious. I’ll lure it out.” The beast hid behind trees; they needed it to appear before acting.

Parsons quietly opened the vehicle door. Jiang Jitang slapped something onto him. He felt a cool sensation, but when he touched it, there was nothing there.

“Shh, this is my blessing, my knight. Don’t react so strongly.” Jiang Jitang lowered his voice, revealing a broken-armor tranquilizer gun filled with sedatives. “Be careful. I’ll cover you.”