Chapter 190: Chapter 185: A Little Scheming

Luna Sutton ignored Jago’s shocked expression and noticed that the half-finished kiln still lacked a top cover.

“Why are you just standing there? Put that stone slab over the kiln, and then apply some mud paste in the gaps. I’ll tell you how to mix the paste in a bit.”

She pointed to the stone slab smoothed out by Rhys Blackwood in the nearby grass.

They had rushed to The Salt Lake that day, leaving things half-done here.

“Yes, Master.”

Jago felt that his master was so impressive. No wonder a female capable of awakening the Wood Element ability knew so much.

He happily went to work.

If he didn’t understand something, he’d ask, quickly completing the kiln construction.

However, the kiln needed time to dry.

Luna Sutton didn’t leave, instructing Jago to continue digging clay while she sat on the grass molding.

Bowls, plates, dishes, ceramic cups, ceramic pots, ceramic pans, ceramic jars…

In short, she molded every type of pottery item she could think of.

Most of them were commonly used.

After molding the last small ceramic pot, she stretched with a yawn.

Turning her head, she saw Jago had already dug up a mountain of clay.

Caleb Manning was rolling around on the dirt pile, covered in mud, looking like a muddy tiger.

“That’s enough, stop playing.”

She picked up the little tiger cub by the scruff of its neck, “If you keep rolling, you’ll be sleeping by the river tonight.”

Caleb Manning whimpered sadly, flailing his paws, splattering mud everywhere.

Luna Sutton was about to scold the little fellow when her stomach suddenly growled, reminding her she was hungry.

She looked up at the sky, noticing that the sun was setting and it was already evening.

“Jago, go hunt some fresh game and dig some fresh wild vegetables.”

She casually placed the little guy on the ground, “We’ll have venison stew tonight.”

Jago’s eyes lit up instantly at the thought of delicious food, feeling his own stomach growling.

Having spent some time with the master, he had tasted all sorts of delicacies he’d never had before, opening his eyes to flavors that made his mouth water.

He felt that his previous days were wasted, and even if he became the master’s mount inexplicably, he didn’t feel it was a loss. Instead, he felt a hidden sense of gratitude.

If he hadn’t become the master’s mount, how would he have had the chance to taste such wonderful flavors?

“Don’t worry, Master, I’ll go right away.”

He turned to run, but Luna Sutton stopped him: “Wait! Remember to keep an eye on the kiln and these freshly molded clay items. Don’t let the tribe’s mischievous kids play with them and ruin them.”

“Don’t worry, Master, once I return from hunting, I’ll keep an eye on them here.”

A flash of white light, and Jago turned into a Spotted Leopard, disappearing by the riverside in an instant.

Seeing Jago gone,

Luna Sutton tossed the dirty little fellow toward the riverbank, “Go clean yourself.”

With her big belly, she couldn’t squat down, so she let the little guy wash himself.

…

Elsewhere, at Cragfall, by The Salt Lake Shore.

The setting sun dyed the entire lake a golden crimson, the shimmering waves reflecting off Corbin Crowley’s stern profile.

He was drawing a route map from The Salt Lake to the tribe on the ground with a branch.

They were planning to open a more hidden new route.

This way, the transportation process wouldn’t be noticed by Beastmen from other tribes.

Rhys Blackwood crouched nearby, his eyes glimmering slightly as he suddenly picked up a branch to draw an extra concealed path on the map.

He tapped the branch on that path, his voice low: “If we go around here, we can avoid The Hyena Tribe’s patrol area.”

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes flickered as he stared at the hidden route for a moment, nodding slightly: “It’s feasible, but we need to clear the thorns along the way without making too much noise.”

Zeke Veridian stood by, his green eyes scanning over the map, speaking softly, “I’ll clear the way.”

He paused and added, “But, Luna is about to give birth, someone needs to go back.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood both looked up, their eyes meeting, sparks flying in the air.

“I’ll go back.”

Corbin Crowley’s tone was forceful, leaving no room for doubt.

Rhys Blackwood remained expressionless, coldly mocking: “Your last ginger tea made her have diarrhea all day, I’m afraid you’ll poison Luna.”

Corbin Crowley: “……”

His face darkened, the air pressure around him dropping rapidly: “You have the nerve to say that? It was your Spirit Fruit that was problematic, stop pinning this on me.”

Rhys Blackwood’s dark eyes gleamed coldly, and with a “crack” at his fingertips, he crushed a stone: “How about we have a fight? Whoever wins gets to go back?”

Zeke Veridian, irritated by the noise, swept his emerald gaze coldly over the two: “Shut up.”

He turned to Malachi Arcanus, who was chewing on a blade of grass and watching the show, “You go.”

The grass stem in Malachi Arcanus’s mouth fell to the ground instantly, his body stiffened in shock, and he looked at Zeke Veridian in dismay: “Me? You want me to serve the pregnant female?”

He ruffled his messy hair with frustration, his face full of refusal: “I’m too rough for such delicate work, you’d be better off letting me kill 100 hyenas.”

Zeke Veridian’s emerald eyes narrowed: “Kill one hundred hyenas? Fine.”

He pulled out the bone knife from his waist and stabbed it into the ground at Malachi Arcanus’s feet, “Go now, don’t come back if you can’t finish.”

Malachi Arcanus exploded on the spot: “Why the hell don’t you go yourself?”

Zeke Veridian’s handsome face flushed slightly, turning coldly away, his emerald eyes reflecting the sunset, his voice clear and cold like shattered jade: “If I go, I go!”

He had actually wanted to go, just wasn’t willing to say it himself.

Of course, he would absolutely never admit it.

“Ha?”

Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood both widened their eyes.

Malachi Arcanus wore a ghostly expression, suspiciously staring at Zeke Veridian, why did it feel like falling into a trap?

But no matter if it was a trap, at least he didn’t have to take care of Luna Sutton.

It’s not that he disliked her or didn’t like her, but he truly couldn’t handle such meticulous tasks.

Zeke Veridian unconsciously rubbed his fingertips, suppressing the excitement in his heart, his tone remained indifferent: “You two are responsible for blazing a new trail, and keeping an eye on The Salt Lake side, I’m going back to take care of Luna’s delivery.”

Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood finally realized Zeke Veridian did it on purpose, their faces darkened.

The two were about to open their mouths to stop him.

Only to see Zeke Veridian transform into a streak of green light and vanish into the twilight.

The moment Zeke Veridian’s figure disappeared, Corbin Crowley kicked over the neatly piled salt stacks in the Beast Skin Bag beside him, his silver eyes flashing coldly: “Zeke Veridian, you who are usually so indifferent, have actually started to learn to play tricks? It seems he’s taken interest in Luna.”

Rhys Blackwood’s expression was equally unpleasant, coldly mocking, “He’s also Luna’s Beast Husband, isn’t liking her pretty normal?”

Corbin Crowley was instantly choked, his face turning even uglier, but he said nothing more.

He turned to arrange for the Beastmen to blaze and clear a new route.

……

The dusk was deepening, and Zeke Veridian transformed into a streak of green light, darting among the major mountain ranges.

His emerald eyes glimmered in the night, his agile figure swept through the woods, bringing a breeze and falling leaves, startling the birds and beasts in the forest.

The distance from The Salt Lake to The Wolf Tribe wasn’t short, even with his speed, it would take two to three hours.

“Luna, she should be making dinner right about now…”

He thought of those cunning and lively eyes, the tantalizing delicacies she cooked, and her color turning iron blue when rebuked by him, rendered speechless, the emerald wolf eyes showed a faint, elusive smile.

His pace unconsciously quickened, crossing a mountain range in the blink of an eye.

…

The darkness gathered, and the cave was filled with the rich aroma of meat, making people drool.

“Jago, the fire is too big.”

Luna Sutton admonished Jago at the stove without raising her head.

She sprinkled some wild green onions into the stone pot, the red soup bubbling with green onion blooms.

Caleb Manning was drooling over the aroma, anxiously tugging at her skirt.

“Little guy, don’t make a fuss.”

She ladled a bowl of meat soup, blew it cool, and suddenly noticed the light at the cave entrance darken.

Zeke Veridian stood silhouetted against the light, his emerald eyes glowing faintly in the dark, dew still on his shoulders.

“Ha, it seems I’ve arrived just in time.”

He caught the little guy by the scruff of his neck with his fingers, lifting the protesting furball to the corner, “A pregnant woman eating raw and cold food will lead to premature labor, I’ll handle this bowl of soup.”

Luna Sutton’s mouth twitched, suppressing a laugh as she said: “Zeke Veridian, no, this was meant for the little one…”

Zeke Veridian’s fingertips trembled, nearly overturning the bowl of soup.

His eyes flickered in the firelight, dim and bright, and he finally squeezed out from between his teeth: “…I thought it was leftovers.”

The atmosphere in the cave became suffocatingly awkward.

In his pup form, Caleb Manning took the opportunity to escape Zeke Veridian’s grasp, pouncing fiercely to snatch back the stone bowl, only to slip and dunk his entire face into the soup.

The soup splashed onto Zeke Veridian’s verdant Beast Skin clothing, leaving an oily stain.

“Awoo…”

The little guy, knowing he’d done wrong, proudly wagged his tail, swiftly making his escape before Zeke Veridian erupted in anger.

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