Chapter 503: Chapter 376: Not Even a Dog Would Eat It

In the slanting sunlight of the afternoon, the elders of the various tribes left with satisfaction.

At the same time, they also took away the females who had come to learn the craft.

Luna Sutton finally wove a small piece of silken fabric, light as a cicada’s wing, smooth and soft.

Looking at that small piece of silk cloth that she had woven with her own hands, her heart was full of a sense of accomplishment.

She glanced at the ten baskets of silk by her side and sighed helplessly.

There’s still a long way to go from the silk enterprise she envisioned.

However, with silk in hand and having successfully woven that first piece of fabric, she could take her time with the rest.

There’s no rush.

She carefully put away that small piece of silk cloth and continued weaving.

The technique taught by The Golden Silkworm King was indeed useful, and now the weaving felt much more fluid, her fingers shuttling back and forth on the loom, while her thoughts drifted far away.

For some reason, Kian Sterling’s once red fortune came to mind.

To fall from purple-gold fortune to red fortune, the more she thought about it, the more unfortunate it seemed.

This wasn’t just a simple matter of fortune, but also concerned future personal achievements.

Even though Kian Sterling was already the Beast King of Beast King City, and had no ambition to unify The Beast World Continent, who could predict what may happen in the future?

It’s just like when Corbin Crowley once had a strange dream, dreaming of becoming a War God in the Immortal Realm.

Though it sounded somewhat ridiculous and unrealistic, since Corbin Crowley could dream it, it might be some kind of omen.

Luna Sutton thought about these things, but her hands kept moving, her fingers dancing on the loom, weaving silk into fabric.

By twilight, she had woven two bolts of fabric, white and soft, smooth to the touch.

They were ready to be made into several pieces of clothing, but the color was too plain.

She thought of the blue copper mines that she’d dug up, which could be used to dye these fabrics.

No rush though, she could do it when she had time.

“Luna, it’s time to eat.”

Malachi Arcanus’s voice came from outside the courtyard.

She responded, carefully storing away the two bolts of silk cloth, covering the loom with beast hide to prevent it from getting dusty.

Then she got up and went to the main room.

The dinner was cooked by Soren Phoenix, and the taste was barely edible.

Luna Sutton vaguely remembered that when Soren Phoenix first arrived at The Wolf Tribe, his cooking was as awful as poison, nearly inedible.

It was either that he added too much salt, making it inedibly salty, or that he turned the heat up too high and burned the food beyond recognition.

After getting teased by Zeke Veridian a few times, he put in a lot of effort to practice.

Now his cooking had slightly improved, but not by much.

Another who cooked poorly was Mael Valerius — these two were truly birds of a feather.

Soren Phoenix’s cooking had improved slightly, but Mael Valerius showed no progress at all, being the type who couldn’t learn no matter how you taught him.

Even though he followed the methods and steps, for some reason, the food he made always tasted terrible.

No one knew how much food he’d wasted.

Maybe Mael Valerius was born without the cooking gene, destined to have others cook for him.

In the main room, the family sat around the table for a meal, which was laden with a variety of dishes, but their taste was really not that good.

Malachi Arcanus picked up a piece of braised meat that was burnt to a crisp, frowned at it, and then silently put it back in his bowl, “Oh dear, your skills are just as appalling as ever…”

Soren Phoenix’s eyes widened, and he thwacked his chopsticks on the table with a ’thump’: “The Clan Leader himself cooked, be grateful or leave it.”

Nolan Sterling silently pulled a long hair out of his rice, suddenly feeling a bit queasy, and just full.

Quietly, he pushed the bowl away, his gentle, jade-like face still bearing a slight smile, though an edge of disdain flickered in his eyes: “Clan Leader Phoenix’s skills… are rather unique.”

Soren Phoenix was about to retort when suddenly a “thump” was heard.

Zeke Veridian, expressionless, set down his chopsticks, his emerald eyes casting a chilly glance: “The rice isn’t cooked, it’s raw.”

Mael Valerius shoved aside his chopsticks and tore off a piece of beast leg meat, eating elegantly, completely ignoring the blood traces still on it.

His cooking wasn’t much better, so who was he to criticize?

Finish eating quickly and get back to training, don’t waste time here.

Corbin Crowley silently picked up a chopstick-load of greens, his sharp eyes catching sight of a dead caterpillar in it, the yellow leaves uncleaned, and returned it back into the plate.

Rhys Blackwood hadn’t touched his chopsticks at all — he had no hopes for Soren Phoenix’s cooking.

He stood up with a frosty expression: “Let’s cook it again now.”

Nolan Sterling tagged along with a smile: “I’ll help, we’ll be quicker with two of us.”

Among the Beast Husbands, the best cooks were Rhys Blackwood and Nolan Sterling, followed by Zeke Veridian and Corbin Crowley.

Malachi Arcanus’s cooking tasted alright, but he lacked tidiness — he either wouldn’t wash the pan after cooking, or didn’t clean the vegetables.

It just never looked quite clean.

Luna Sutton didn’t have much of an appetite either, so she put her chopsticks down and went to help in the kitchen.

Soren Phoenix looked at the untouched dishes on the table, a flicker of defeat in his peach blossom eyes.

He clearly followed the recipe, so why did it turn out to taste bad?

He glanced over to see Mael Valerius eating with relish, a beast leg devoured clean in no time, and finally felt a little comforted.

Indeed, it’s still his cousin giving him face.

Until he saw Mael Valerius secretly spit out some bloody meat.

“…”

Soren Phoenix’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

In the kitchen, Rhys Blackwood was expertly chopping ribs, the gleam of the knife dazzling.

Kian Sterling was adding water to the half-raw rice, simmering it over low heat.

Luna Sutton was bent over washing mushrooms when suddenly she heard a nonstop “ding ding ding” in her mind.

“Ding, from Blossom of The Rabbit Tribe, faith value +50, from Veridia of The Deer Tribe, faith value +60, from Vesper of The Raging Lion Tribe, faith value +45…”

Her hands shook, and the mushrooms she held fell into the basin.

After reacting, she quickly asked internally, “System, why did my faith value suddenly increase when I didn’t do anything?”

The system lazily replied, “Female members of various tribes have learned to make braised pork. Although they don’t have large iron pots, they used stone pots instead, and it tastes quite good. They’ve received praise from their beast husbands, their relationships have improved, and naturally, they feel grateful to you in their hearts.”

Luna Sutton: “…”

This increase in faith value is rather casual, but she still felt quite happy about it.

“So how much is my faith value now?”

She silently asked in her heart.

The system silently calculated for a moment, then reported a specific number to her: “It is now 2375 faith value points.”

She nodded slightly, remembering that the last faith value was 1523, an increase of 852 points, which wasn’t bad.

She stopped chatting with the system and focused on washing the vegetables.

The aroma quickly filled the kitchen.

Luna Sutton wiped her hands, looked at their busy backs, and suddenly remembered something: “Oh, Kian, come with me for a moment.”

Kian Sterling paused his actions, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes, but he still followed her out of the kitchen, all the way to the master bedroom.

In the main hall, Corbin Crowley, Zeke Veridian, Soren Phoenix, Mael Valerius, and the others watched this scene, exchanging glances, unclear what the two of them were going to the room for at this time.

But it wasn’t hard to guess; likely, Luna had something to say to Kian Sterling.

The master bedroom door quickly closed.

Luna Sutton looked at Kian Sterling, her expression somewhat serious, and got straight to the point: “Do you know your luck… was originally purple and golden?”

“What do you mean by purple and golden?”

Kian Sterling’s expression was a bit confused, clearly not understanding.

Could luck have colors? And be visible? It was unheard of.

Seeing his confused expression, she knew he probably didn’t understand these things, so she patiently explained: “Luck is the fortune on each person, it has different colors representing different fortunes. For example, black represents extremely poor fortune, gray represents bad luck, white represents average, green represents small fortune, red represents great fortune, purple represents invaluable fortune, and gold represents fortune like a rainbow.”

She paused for a moment, then continued, “I once looked at your luck, originally it was extremely rare purple-golden color, that’s where purple was about to convert to gold, supposed to be a fate soaring through the nine heavens, but now it has fallen to red, do you know why this is?”

Kian Sterling’s gentle and jade-like face uncharacteristically stiffened.

His fingertips unconsciously rubbed his sleeve, suddenly remembering the Old Priest had once told him when he was young: “The Third Prince was born with invaluable fate, his future achievements will be immeasurable.”

At that time, he just took it as a good fortune phrase and didn’t take it to heart.

“Luna means…”

His Adam’s apple moved, his voice a few notches lower than usual, “I shouldn’t have only been the Beast King?”

“Yes.”

Luna Sutton nodded, looking at him seriously, “You were supposed to have a fate to soar through the nine heavens, but because of excessive killing, your luck was diminishment.”

She looked at him with complex emotions, finally asking the question in her heart, “Besides being influenced by the Demon Gu, unable to control yourself in harming Malachi Arcanus and Mael Valerius, how many people have you killed that you shouldn’t have?”

This question was indeed somewhat sensitive, but she couldn’t help asking.

Kian Sterling fell silent, his deep eyes flickering with confusion and recollection.

He seemed to be recalling the past, and also seemed to be reflecting on himself.

“I…”

He suddenly spoke, his voice rather hoarse: “I did indeed, for power, and also for self-preservation, make some decisions that went against my conscience, and directly or indirectly harmed some people.”

Those things, he thought he had already forgotten, but now recalling it, it was as clear as if it happened yesterday.

He slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again, his voice coarse: “Luna, it’s not that I intended to harm people, sometimes I really couldn’t help it. If I didn’t do it that way, I’d be the one to die.”

Luna Sutton looked at his suddenly pale face, suddenly feeling a bit of compassion, “I understand. In a place like Beast King City, it’s either you or I.”

Kian Sterling suddenly chuckled softly, but his eyes were chillingly cold: “Luna, do you know who the first person I killed was?”

Without waiting for her to answer, he spoke to himself: “When I was seven, my fourth brother snatched the relic my mother left for me and often bullied me, later one day, I pushed him down the steps of the Hall of the Beast God. He broke his neck and died just like that.”

Speaking of this, his voice became more and more hoarse, “Later, I told our father, it was my eldest brother, Nolan Sterling, who pushed him.”

The dusky twilight outside the window pressed in, soaking half his body in shadow.

“At that time, I understood…”

He raised his hand to stroke her shocked face, “In that cannibalistic place, you either become the executioner or end up as meat on the board.”

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