The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 505 - 378: Tenderness in the Night

His figure landed beside Malachi, frowning as he looked at Harlan who was already dead on the ground, "Why didn’t you leave him alive?"

Malachi flicked the blood off his paws, with an innocent expression: "This scum tried to run, I didn’t hold back my strength in time."

Rhys shifted back to human form, his face cold as he walked over, "Dead is dead, just a sixth-rank beastman, nothing rare."

Saying this, he lifted his foot to stomp on Harlan’s head, twisting it half a circle with force, a crisp crunch was heard, completely ending his life.

He made sure he was completely dead before lifting his foot.

Corbin: "..."

No need to go out of the way for that.

Kian and Zeke heard the commotion and also came over. Seeing Harlan on the ground, they instantly understood what happened.

"A beastman from the Winged Tiger Tribe?"

Kian didn’t know exactly who, but the tiger tattoo on the arm was very obvious.

Malachi nodded, "This is Levi’s younger brother, Harlan."

Corbin’s silver eyes narrowed slightly: "He was after Luna."

While the opponent was escaping, the words: "Your Wolf Tribe wants to monopolize the Beast God Envoy," he clearly heard them.

Therefore, the opponent’s purpose was obvious.

Thinking of the recent actions of the major tribes, what’s there not to understand?

The Winged Tiger Tribe is trying to get something for nothing.

What Corbin could think of, naturally the men present could also think of.

Zeke’s emerald eyes flashed a hint of coldness, he coldly glanced at the corpse on the ground: "Levi’s calculations are indeed precise, daring to send someone to abduct Luna, he’s simply tired of living. I’ll go to the Winged Tiger Tribe overnight to kill him."

Among them, any can easily wipe out any tribe in The Lower Domain.

However, they’ve always been low-key and not ambitious, so apart from the Wolf Tribe, no one knows their exact strength.

Otherwise, even with a hundred guts, Levi wouldn’t dare to plot against the Wolf Tribe, let alone abduct people.

Kian’s eyes flashed, he remembered the talk about fortune with Luna the previous evening.

They have already cultivated immortality; too much entanglement in karma and slaughter is not beneficial to them.

Especially he, wanting his fortune to rise again, it’s even less suitable to create further violence.

"Levi indeed needs a lesson, but we should not intervene directly in this matter. Cultivators most taboo against entangling karma; affecting our cultivation for these scums is simply unnecessary."

Kian slowly spoke, looking at the others, "How about this, I’ll issue an edict in Beast King City’s name, saying that the Winged Tiger Tribe colluded with the Swine-Dog Tribe with ulterior motives, then send beastmen over to give them a hard time, and by the way, fine them to contribute annually from now on."

Beast King City is like a behemoth in front of the Winged Tiger Tribe and Swine-Dog Tribe, even if wronged, they can only accept it.

The Winged Tiger Tribe deserved it, and the Swine-Dog Tribe isn’t any better either.

This proposal instantly gained everyone’s approval.

Corbin pondered for a moment and then nodded: "Let’s do as Kian says."

Although it benefits Levi, as Kian mentioned, they are all cultivators now, and it is indeed unsuitable to delve too much into karma.

"Benefits them."

Zeke snorted coldly, emerald eyes sweeping over the corpse on the ground: "Brute, remember to burn this corpse to prevent pestilence."

Rhys turned and walked towards the tribe, "I’ll notify the patrol team to strengthen vigilance."

Everyone dispersed.

Malachi flicked lightly at the Red Lotus Karmic Fire on his fingertips, and the body with the exploded head on the ground turned to ashes in an instant.

He suddenly remembered something and called at Rhys’s retreating back: "Hey, Black Serpent, what about the whack you gave me just now?"

Rhys didn’t turn around: "Next time you can whack me back."

"You said it."

...

The next morning, sunlight poured in through the window.

Luna Sutton was suddenly awakened by the sound of the system in her mind.

"Host, if it weren’t for that dumb dog Malachi last night, you would have been abducted."

The voice carried a hint of schadenfreude.

Upon hearing the voice in her mind, her drowsiness vanished instantly, waking her up considerably.

Realizing it was already daylight, and Soren wasn’t in the room, she wondered where he went.

She didn’t care, yawned, and sat up, "What exactly happened?"

The system quickly recounted the events of last night, including the way the beast husbands handled it.

After listening, Luna Sutton didn’t take it to heart.

She was already at the Peak of Qi Cultivation, only half a step away from Foundation Establishment.

Not to mention, Soren slept beside her last night, and Corbin was in the neighboring room.

There were also several other men at home.

If Henry dared to appear in front of her, he wouldn’t know how he died.

So, she wasn’t worried about her safety at all.

Several beast husbands didn’t directly attack the Winged Tiger Tribe, nor did they kill that Levi Corbin.

It was obvious that they listened to what Kian Sterling had said.

She didn’t care about these matters; as long as they didn’t appear in front of her, it was fine.

After breakfast, she dove into the east wing room, sat in front of the loom, and skillfully resumed weaving.

Her mind immersed itself in the shuttle and threads in her hands, as if the whole world had quieted down.

The loom creaked throughout the entire day.

As dusk fell, Mael Valerius pushed open the door to the east wing room, standing at the doorway with the last line of twilight behind him, his silhouette outlined in golden light.

Luna Sutton was sorting threads with her head down. Upon hearing the movement, she looked up and met those dark golden eyes, "Is it time to eat? If you’re cooking dinner, then I’d rather not eat."

Today was supposed to be Mael Valerius’s turn to cook, but Rhys Blackwood found it too difficult to eat, so he cooked himself this morning and noon.

If Rhys Blackwood made dinner, it would be fine; if it was Mael Valerius, she’d rather go hungry.

Mael Valerius chuckled softly, knowing his cooking was so bad even he didn’t want to eat it, so he wasn’t upset by these words.

"Don’t worry, Rhys Blackwood made dinner."

He stepped inside, glanced at the towering pile of silk cloth beside him, and dominantly pulled her up from the loom, "Weaving all day, aren’t your hands sore?"

Luna Sutton looked down at her hands, realizing her fingers had turned red and her arms were too sore to lift.

"I’m fine, just need to rest a bit."

She didn’t mind and tried to pull her hand back, but Mael Valerius held on tightly, his deep voice tinged with reproach, "Your fingertips are almost worn out, yet you say you’re fine."

He magically pulled out a jar of ointment from somewhere and carefully applied it to her fingers.

She looked at him with amused exasperation, "Where’s the broken skin? They’re just a little red, I’m not that delicate."

Though she thought he was making a fuss over nothing, she felt genuinely happy inside.

Mael Valerius chuckled, his voice deep, "It’s appropriate for my female to be a bit delicate."

He glanced at the five or six more baskets of silk beside them and frowned instantly.

If she finished all of this, would she still have any hands left?

Come next spring, the Insect Tribe would certainly trade again using silk.

Having her do all the weaving alone was impossible.

"Don’t weave anymore in the future. Let the other females in the tribe handle it. If they don’t understand, you can teach them first."

He pulled up a chair next to her and forcefully sat Luna Sutton on his lap, "Leave these trivial tasks to them; you don’t need to do everything yourself and tire yourself out. With that time, you could spend it with our little ones, with us, or focus on cultivation."

He loved watching her laugh freely and without worries.

He didn’t want her to be bound by these trivialities.

Luna Sutton suddenly realized Mael Valerius had a point.

When next spring came and the official trade with the Insect Tribe began, there would certainly be more silk.

She couldn’t possibly weave it all by herself; she’d never finish, even if it killed her.

"I understand, don’t worry."

She leaned against the man’s chest, closing her eyes, "I’m a bit tired, let me rest for a while."

Upon hearing this, Mael Valerius tightened his hold around her, allowing her to rest more comfortably in his arms.

He looked down at the person in his arms, his gaze soft and gentle.

The two rested for a moment in the east wing room, and after a short break, they got up and went outside to have dinner.

The night deepened, and the silver moon hung like a plate, casting soft moonlight that added a touch of ethereal mist to the small courtyard.

Tonight it was finally Mael Valerius’s turn.

This was the first intimate encounter between the two after reconciling from a misunderstanding and separation.

After dinner, the courtyard was quiet, the occasional insect call breaking the silence.

Mael Valerius, after washing up, went to the master bedroom in high spirits.

Upon entering, he found Luna Sutton sitting at the table, seriously transcribing something.

Locking the door behind him, he walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

A paper book lay open on the table, with strange writings and some odd gesture diagrams on it.

He couldn’t understand the writing, but the gesture diagrams made some sense to him.

Luna was diligently copying from a piece of beast hide, "What is this? Why can’t I understand the writing on it?"

He pointed at the open book.

Luna Sutton paused her transcription and smiled in explanation, "I stumbled across this ’Comprehensive Guide to Basic Spells’, it contains various spells. I just so happen to recognize the writing, but I thought you all might not, so I translated it into our world’s language. This way, you can better understand and practice."

Seeing his puzzled expression, she continued to explain, "You’ve all basically converted the power of the beast world into cultivation, but you don’t understand spells. Not knowing spells is like a tiger without teeth; you can’t fully utilize your potential, which isn’t a good thing."

Mael Valerius finally understood, a look of realization on his face, "I see, then we really do need to study these spells well. It’s thoughtful of you, Luna."

With that, he lowered his head and kissed her cheek, his voice filled with affection.

He didn’t ask where the spellbook came from; everyone has their secrets, no need to pry.

Luna Sutton blushed, playfully glaring at him, "Stop fooling around, let me finish copying this ’Comprehensive Guide to Basic Spells’ first."