Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 127: Don’t come back

If the other party were already dead, then his long silence would at least make sense.

Vincent glanced at Xarion lying inside the ice crystal coffin and coldly questioned the Snow Domain’s elder.

"What does the Snow Domain mean by this? You brought a dead man to my Female Master?"

"No, no, no!" The Grand Elder finally snapped out of his panic—caught between being unable to wake his own young lord and suddenly realizing who was standing beside Rory.

He hurriedly addressed her. "You must be Lady Roanna. Greetings. I am Larion, the Grand Elder of the Snow Domain."

As he spoke, he quickly pointed at the man lying in the ice crystal coffin.

"Lady Roanna, this is our Snow Domain’s young lord, Xarion—the strongest Rank Eleven male of the Snow Wolf King line."

Rory wasn’t focused on Xarion’s Rank at all. What puzzled her was Xarion himself.

"You said your young lord isn’t dead. Then why is he lying in a coffin?"

Even though Rory had never been to the Snow Domain, she had seen enough on her light-brain to know that ice crystal coffins were used for the burial of Snow Domain beastmen after death.

"Our young lord, he... he..."

Larion looked at Rory, guilt written all over his face. After stumbling for a long while, he finally answered,

"Our young lord likes sleeping in it."

Rory blinked several times, confused. She genuinely couldn’t understand—what kind of living person slept in a coffin for fun?

What kind of hobby was that?

Yuel slowly walked around the ice crystal coffin and smiled as he spoke to Elder Larion.

"Grand Elder, since your young lord isn’t dead, and our Female Master is already here, shouldn’t you wake him up?"

"Making our Female Master stand here waiting while your young lord sleeps—don’t you think that’s rather rude?"

"Or is this how the Snow Domain treats its own Female Master?"

"No, no, absolutely not." Larion waved his hands frantically and forced a smile at Rory. "Lady Roanna, please rest assured—our young lord will wake up shortly. Why don’t I show you the dowry we brought first?"

As he spoke, Larion handed the dowry list to Rory, desperately trying to sell its value so she wouldn’t back out.

"Lady Roanna, although this is called a dowry, it’s actually all prepared for you personally by our Wolf King. There are ten Rank Eleven beast cores here."

In the entire interstellar empire, even one Rank Eleven beast core was nearly impossible to obtain.

Yet the Snow Domain had brought ten—all for Rory.

The scale of it was staggering.

"As for the Rank Ten and Rank Nine beast cores and insect cores, those hardly need mentioning. There are ten full chests in total. You, your matched partners, and your companions may use them however you like. If it’s not enough, just tell us—we’ll send more."

"And these minerals, rare plants, crystal cores—heavenly treasures of all kinds. Plus the purchase contracts for these estates and castles in the Central District. And even ownership contracts for several planets."

"They can all be transferred into your name at any time. All of these are gifts from our Wolf King. Are you satisfied?"

After finishing, Larion looked at Rory nervously. With so much wealth, surely this young female would be pleased... right?

She wouldn’t return the goods, would she?

Rory looked down at the dowry list in her hands—it was so thick it rivaled a dictionary.

But she wasn’t dazzled by the treasures at all. Instead, she looked back at Xarion, who still hadn’t woken up inside the ice crystal coffin.

There was no such thing as a free offering without any strings attached. The Snow Domain offering so much didn’t feel like a dowry—it felt more like hush money.

Was Xarion some kind of massive liability?

Rory handed the dowry list straight back to Larion. "There’s no rush to talk about the dowry. Wake your young lord first."

At this point, Rory was already considering returning the match and dissolving her bond with Xarion.

The Snow Domain was practically paying to send him over—there had to be something seriously wrong with him.

And not just a small problem.

Larion hadn’t expected such a young female to remain unmoved by so many priceless treasures. Those were ten Rank Eleven beast cores. Plus countless other cores, minerals, and properties.

Even the Empire’s upper echelons would drool over such wealth.

"Grand Elder," Yuel prompted with a smile, "our Female Master has asked you to wake your young lord. Why aren’t you doing it?"

"Is he... perhaps impossible to wake?"

"No, no." Larion hurriedly shook his head. "He can wake up. He can. I’ll wake him right now."

No matter what, he had to wake the young lord today.

And keep him here.

He absolutely could not be allowed to return to the Snow Domain.

Bracing himself, Larion reached out and pinched Xarion hard on the arm.

The pain nearly made him cry out.

Their young lord possessed a special ability—any harm inflicted on him would rebound, multiplied, onto the attacker.

Only Snow Domain beastmen knew this. They’d all suffered under it before.

Very few outsiders knew of this ability—though Paros probably did. He’d fought Xarion once and been badly burned by it.

Despite the pain, Larion saw Xarion’s beautifully shaped brows twitch slightly.

Joy lit up his face.

He pinched him again—several times.

Hiss—

That hurt.

Xarion’s long lashes trembled.

Who was pinching him? Why not just strangle him and be done with it?

"Young lord, please wake up," Larion’s voice buzzed anxiously beside his ear.

Xarion slowly opened his eyes, glanced at him—then tried to close them again.

Seeing that, Larion panicked and forcibly held his eyelids open, his wrinkled old face shoved right up close.

"Young lord, you can’t sleep anymore! If you do, your Female Master won’t want you anymore."

With his eyelids held open, Xarion’s brain—unused for over two months—finally started turning again.

His gaze shifted, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. "...Where have you dragged me this time?"

His voice was weak, as though it might cut out at any second. It gave the unsettling impression of someone half-dead.

"And what Female Master are you talking about?"

Could she just finish him off already?

Finally—he was awake.

Larion let out a huge sigh of relief and withdrew his hand.

He quickly explained, "The Female Master the Beast God matched for you, of course. Check your light-brain—the Beast God matched you over a month ago."

By this point, Larion was nearly moved to tears.

"Young lord, congratulations. You’ve been married off."

And from now on—please, for the love of everything, never come back to the Snow Domain.

If there’s something important, send a message.

Just... don’t come back.