After waking up, he discovered that not only did he have milk to drink, but he could also have some high-protein roasted meat as supplementary food.

Everyone stayed inside the cave, while outside, the rain poured down in torrents.

Even the greediest chieftain did not give any orders to search for food.

Since there was nothing to do, people could only continue searching the cave for any leftovers from last night, but no matter how hard they tried, the remaining bugs in the cave were simply not enough for so many people to eat—not even enough to get stuck between their teeth.

Henry Carter waited for a long time, but no food came. The people in the cave seemed very calm; each one was either lying down or quietly resting against the rock wall.

It looked like there was nothing left to eat.

Henry Carter made “ao ao” sounds in the alien language to the mother in front of him, hoping to get some useful information, or perhaps to learn their language this way.

Unexpectedly, this mother also tried to communicate with Henry Carter using the same “ao ao” alien language...

Mother is too silly...

Henry Carter had no choice but to pay attention to the communication between the adults. As a result, he heard many single-syllable words, with strange intonations that were hard to imitate.

From the cookware, Henry Carter already knew that this tribe had entered the era of earthenware, had learned to raise livestock, to use fire, and to make clothes from plant fibers. So—the light of civilization should have already appeared.

However, their language was extremely limited, with only some simple monosyllables to express meaning. When it came to more complex things, they preferred to express themselves in a sing-song manner.

Whenever they sang, they would dance. The dance was not dancing in the literal sense, but more of a form of body language.

This was good.

The clever Henry Carter quickly understood one thing from the dance of a guy who was trying to curry favor with the mother—he had once killed a bear.

The mother lifted the hungry Henry Carter and held him up to the guy who claimed to have killed a bear.

That guy awkwardly tried to push Henry Carter aside, since his target was the fertile mother, not the chubby, plump child in front of him.

The mother stubbornly placed Henry Carter between the two of them, making it clear that unless the child in front of her was fed, he could not approach her.

So, the man gritted his teeth and took out a very small cooked centipede from a little basket hanging outside his animal-skin skirt.

Henry Carter immediately handed it to the mother, who smiled, turned her head, and ate the meat in one go. Then, Henry Carter reached out his chubby hand to the man again.

The man took out another one. Henry Carter didn’t eat centipedes, so the mother got another treat. Henry Carter stretched out his chubby hand once more...

It wasn’t until the man took out two roasted bugs as thick as fingers that Henry Carter finally ate them.

The bugs were really delicious. Henry Carter reached out his hand again, but the man’s little basket was already empty.

Seeing that the man could no longer take out any food from his basket, the mother carried Henry Carter deeper into the crowd.

The man, frustrated, squatted on the ground and banged his little basket hard, apparently hoping to shake out more food.

The place where the mother sat was actually quite particular; it was full of women holding children. When the other women saw the mother return, one of them immediately took her own child to occupy the spot where the mother had just gotten food.

Their learning ability was strong. When a man came over, they would put their child between them... As a result, the food the man gave was quickly eaten by those children.

The children didn’t keep asking for more food!

This meant the transaction was complete.

Watching as the hungry woman was carried away by the man, the mother laughed loudly and held Henry Carter tightly, afraid someone would snatch him away.

Henry Carter walked very steadily—this was a huge improvement!

He could even feel that his hands and feet were a size bigger than two days ago!

This wasn’t normal, but Henry Carter was full of anticipation.

Outside the cave, thunder and lightning raged.

Every clap of thunder made the people in the cave cover their ears in fright, especially when lightning struck a pine tree at the cave entrance and split it in two. They all knelt on the ground and worshipped the pine tree burning in the rain.

Perhaps the worship worked, because the burning pine torch was extinguished by the heavy rain, but the people only worshipped more fervently.

Soon, Henry Carter noticed something strange. These people, including the mother, were extremely devout during worship, even falling into a peculiar spiritual state, seemingly losing awareness of the outside world.

To the point that they didn’t even notice Henry Carter stealing their food.

The food Henry Carter stole filled the mother’s little basket, and Henry Carter himself ate seven or eight of those roasted bugs in one go.

He didn’t target any one person’s basket, but took a little from each, eventually accumulating a lot.

After the worship ended, the people seemed very tired and began to eat, but they didn’t seem to notice that there was less food.

Not only did these people not notice the amount of food, but the mother also didn’t seem to find it odd that her little basket was suddenly full of food—she was just very happy, extremely happy.

At this point, Henry Carter suddenly realized that he was probably the first thief in this tribe.