I Can Bring In-game Items Out-Chapter 43: My bond with the tribe is very deep.

Chapter 43: My Deep Affection for the Tribe.

For example, the personal aircraft—Small Knife learned that purchasing one privately isn’t very expensive for someone like himself right now. Not a big deal.

Some are even privately constructed online.

After considering it for a long time, each has certain risks, and he would have to try it alone, unable to bring his slave along.

Hmm, not just Xiu’Er, Big Soldier also considered it. Small Knife has always treated everyone equally. Believe it or not, I do.

He didn’t rush to decide, waiting until he went online.

It seemed that Xiu’Er could see Small Knife’s impatience, and she pitifully asked him to go out for a walk with her.

"Wow, it really is like hiding a beauty in a golden house!" Small Knife thought, realizing that Big Soldier and the other slaves had been cooped up inside for too long, feeling embarrassed, he decided to take everyone out.

Including Xiu’Er, Big Soldier, three chickens, and eight dogs.

They marched out grandly.

Now, many players have broken through the Level 10 bottleneck, living within this hillside range, and owning their own thatched houses. Seeing such a scene right now is quite attractive.

Especially when emerging from that mysterious courtyard.

Soon, many friends came over, and Small Knife and the others became like animals being observed.

Some even rudely pointed fingers, whispering as if they were appraising a kingdom.

Others came up to ask how to tame animals and whether the pets were for sale, and such.

The problem was the same questions kept being asked by each new arrival.

This made Small Knife even more displeased, though he couldn’t easily lash out.

He looked ahead, and his eyes lit up, moving upward.

Above was still a slope, but those living there were the Top Level hunters, who had hopes of a breakthrough, and the warriors who didn’t like living in caves. There were even rumors of Witches living there.

Now that Small Knife is Level 30, considered a top-level hunter, he has the qualification to go forward. His entourage followed, but the curious players behind were blocked by NPCs.

Many felt annoyed, yet there was nothing they could do.

It got much quieter.

This was also the first time Small Knife came up here; below were all thatched houses, with only his wooden house.

Here, although most are thatched houses, there are seven or eight wooden houses with fences.

Now, Small Knife has a good rapport with many veteran hunters, chatting and checking tasks, occasionally gaining intelligence wasn’t unusual.

But he knew that besides himself, ordinary hunters couldn’t afford wooden houses, nor would most top-level hunters spend so much to build one.

It was clear that this was where warriors lived.

As the group walked on, they passed by without seeing any warriors.

Those strong individuals who wielded the power of Qi and Blood.

As they reached the depths, wow, there was actually a stone wall, over two meters high, obscuring the view inside. This was a stone house. The next upgrade target was right before Small Knife, something he had to check out.

Moreover, they were lucky, as the gate was open, revealing many busy people inside.

This piqued Small Knife’s interest; maybe they could get a task here.

The group quickly approached, and there were clearly runes on the huge, heavy stone gate. The runes seemed to be made of a bone coin-like material, with significant quantities used.

Because bone coins are translucent and weightless, the materials used here are evidently precious.

Most likely, a Witch, not a warrior, lived here.

With the gate open, they saw many busy NPCs inside, notably some warriors, and indeed, there were Witches.

Draped in robes, they all looked like Witches.

This was the pinnacle of the tribe.

Without hesitation, Small Knife walked in; at worst, he’d be stopped. A player’s face could afford to be thick-skinned.

Surprisingly, he wasn’t stopped. The Witch was engraving strange runes on the stone wall.

What shocked Small Knife was that the Witch held a dagger.

A dagger wasn’t strange, but what was strange was that it was a metal dagger. It was the first time Small Knife saw a metal weapon in this tribe, knowing only that metal was extracted from bones, extremely rare.

The dagger had complex and mysterious patterns, glowing faintly as they cut through the stone wall like slicing through tofu.

No, it wasn’t cutting the stone wall; it had the same translucent bone texture as bone coins.

"Extraordinary Power! This is a different power from cultivators, the power of a Witch." Small Knife was a bit excited.

He wanted to get a dagger like that to show off in reality.

"Is this drawing Witch Patterns?" Xiu’Er next to him exclaimed in a low voice, eyes wide with longing.

"You know?" Small Knife asked.

Xiu’Er nodded: "Master Brother, the strongest one in the tribe is the Witch. It’s rumored that some Witches, not good at fighting, can draw Witch Patterns, which have mysterious powers. It seems this is an upgrade to turn the stone house into a Witch Residence."

Upon asking, Small Knife realized.

Upgrading from a thatched house to a small wooden house, then to a stone house, and further upgrading a stone house requires a Witch Residence. He heard from NPCs that there’s a Witch who doesn’t like living in caves, must be him. Only a Witch could afford to upgrade a stone house to a Witch Residence.

Though the Witch Pattern was large, over a meter high, taking up the whole wall.

By the time Small Knife arrived, they were nearly finished. It seemed to have taken over half an hour.

"Haha!" Finally done, the Witch stopped and exhaled a long breath.

"Everyone, lend a hand today. My Witch Residence is being born today," the Witch said excitedly.

He moved out of the cave like other Witches just for today.

At this point, as others congratulated him, they came forward, pressing their hands against the large Witch Pattern on the wall, and their bodies began to smoke.

No, they emitted blood-red mists, blood energy?

Small Knife immediately felt a familiar aura.

Beep: You observed the operation of Blood Qi at close range, comprehension +1.

With the notification, Small Knife watched even more intently.

The warriors’ blood-red Blood Qi surged out like bright red blood, flowing along their arms into the Witch Pattern on the wall, lighting up the entire wall’s Witch Pattern.

Small Knife noticed others inputting Blood Qi into other walls, lighting up those Witch Patterns as well.

Soon, the warriors’ arms lost their reddish hue, and they stepped back, panting heavily, their faces extremely pale.

However, the cost was evident as well; shortly, all the Witch Patterns in the stone house lit up.

"Haha!" The Witch laughed loudly, stepping forward to press his hand on the stone house.

As the Witch Pattern flickered, the stone house visibly shrank until, within seconds, it was palm-sized, landing in the Witch’s hand.

"Magical Treasure!" Small Knife almost shouted.

His heart nearly leaped out of his chest; creating something like this in reality would be incredibly impressive.

"Thanks to everyone’s help, my Witch Residence has been born," the Witch nodded to everyone and stepped outside energetically.

Immortals in the Central Plains fly with swords, not falling short here either. Small Knife smacked his forehead. Why rush to leave the tribe?

My affection for the tribe runs deep.