Transmigrated to Raise Panther Cubs novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260 The Shaman’s Finest Poison

Zachary stood there for a moment, genuinely speechless.

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This was no longer just trading; it became a real business. A small idea had expanded into an entire row of stalls, and the tribe had successfully pulled it off.

“You are back.” Yael still had a few half–eaten skewers in his hand. He tipped his chin toward the busy scene behind him and raised an eyebrow. “Well? Looks good, right?”

Zachary glanced at him. “Was this your idea?”

Yael lifted his chin with obvious pride. “Mm–hmm.”

“That is actually impressive.” Zachary meant every word.

He thought, When someone really finds what they are good at and actually enjoys it, their potential is honestly terrifying.

The cubs in the Black Panther Tribe were enjoying themselves the most. They weaved through the crowd, assisting one stall with the fire, then hurried to help another with washing bowls or carrying items.

Since they were on their own tribe’s land, the adults didn’t need to worry too much. The cubs could discreetly sneak bites of food, observe the unfamiliar goods brought by other tribes, and find new playmates all at once.

“Jaden, your Sire and Alpha are back!” Taylor grabbed Jaden’s sleeve and bounced in place, his face bright with excitement.

Zachary smiled at the two cubs. He was just about to climb down when the black panther gave a low bark.

Zachary did not understand it.

Jaden clearly did. He looked up, still happy, yet his voice was very obedient. “Sire, you should go home and rest first.”

Taylor immediately joined in. “Yes. Zachary, go rest. I will come visit you tonight.”

After they returned to the cave, Zachary had barely gotten off Matthew’s back when Matthew shifted back into human form. He dressed quickly and turned as if he was about to leave again.

Zachary caught his arm. “Where are you going?”

Matthew replied, “To the shaman. I am getting medicine.”

Zachary tightened his grip at once. “No need. I am almost fine.”

Matthew looked at him seriously. “Your voice is blocked, and you are coughing.”

“I am not…” Zachary grew anxious, and the next second, he coughed again. “Cough, cough.”

Matthew’s brows pulled together. “I will come back soon.”

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Zachary watched him walk away and released a long, helpless sigh.

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At this point, he could only pray that Bruce’s medicine tasted a little closer to his improved medical skills.

When Matthew brought the herbs back, he sat beside the stove and simmered them over low heat. Zachary leaned closer and sniffed. At first, the smell did not seem too strange, so he relaxed a little.

He had relaxed too early.

The medicine was not harmless. It simply had not reached its full power yet.

By the time the bowl was filled with thick olive–green liquid and a dark, terrifying smell spread through the cave, Zachary felt his soul nearly float out of his body. He covered his mouth, backed away, and shook his head with every bit of resistance he had.

This was worse than getting a shot in the butt.

“Be good.” Matthew walked toward him with the bowl.

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From Zachary’s view, he no longer looked like a caring mate. He looked like a dark sorcerer carrying over a cursed potion.

Zachary tried to retreat, his eyes turning pitiful. “I do not want to drink it.”

“The shaman’s medicine is effective.” Matthew took out the candy Zachary had made specially for him and coaxed him with rare patience. “Three doses, and you will recover.”

“Three?” Zachary stared at him in horror.

He was not afraid of ordinary bitter medicine. The problem was that the people in this world seemed to have no lower limit when it came to flavor. Their tolerance for horrible tastes was almost a talent.

Bruce was even worse.

When it came to picking herbs and turning them into medicine, he was not just talented. He was the strongest among the strong, the champion of all terrible flavors.

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Zachary moved around the cave, trying to circle past Matthew while bargaining for his life. He truly did not want that bowl anywhere near his mouth.

Matthew, however, became strangely firm whenever Zachary needed medicine.

So one of them held the bowl and advanced, while the other kept retreating.

The situation changed the moment Jaden and Taylor came back. On this matter, the two cubs clearly stood with Matthew.

What had started as Matthew chasing Zachary with medicine quickly turned into Matthew and two cubs escorting Zachary to the stone table, sitting him down, and watching him with complete seriousness.

Zachary could act spoiled in front of Matthew.

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Yet in front of Jaden and Taylor, he still needed some dignity.

He was an adult. He had look like one.

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Ultimately, Zachary took a deep breath. His expression turned solemn as he slowly reached for the bowl.

Matthew understood at once and brought it closer to him.

Zachary gave him a resentful look, then accepted the bowl with slightly trembling hands. The evil smell rushed straight into his nose, and his body entered defense mode before he could think. He immediately held his breath.

Jaden and Taylor watched him without blinking.

Taylor comforted him gently. “Zachary, after you finish it, I will give you candy.”

Jaden’s expression was almost identical to Matthew’s. He spoke like a tiny adult, “Sire, once you drink it, you will get better.”

Zachary could not embarrass himself in front of the children.

He frowned, shut his eyes, pinched his nose, and forced the entire bowl down in one breath.

The aftertaste came back even stronger than the smell. Zachary covered his mouth and nearly gagged. For one brief moment, he sincerely wished taste buds had never existed.

Matthew quickly pushed a piece of candy into his mouth. Then he wiped the medicine from the corner of Zachary’s lips with his thumb. “The taste will fade soon.”

Jaden and Taylor were still staring at him.

Zachary pinched his own thigh, swallowed hard, and forced the candy down too.

It nearly stuck in his throat, yet his face remained mostly calm. With stubborn pride, he gave a stiff little nod. “Mm.”

Sure enough, anything made by the shaman deserved to be called premium.

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This new flavor tasted like wet grass that had been soaked, left to ferment, baked under the sun until it almost rotted, and then boiled into a thick soup.

Zachary suddenly felt genuinely curious.

He wondered how Bruce managed to walk through a forest, identify the most bitter plants, skillfully combine them, and create the most sinister medicine imaginable.

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