The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 131: Treating the Face

Luna Sutton glanced at Rhys Blackwood. Usually, this man was as cold as ice, but now he was being surprisingly attentive.

It’s free labor, why not use it?

"Alright, then you can help me wash the vegetables later."

She tossed this remark over her shoulder and headed towards the cave with a casual tone.

She’d barely taken two steps when Corbin Crowley caught up with her, grabbing her wrist, his voice low and a bit displeased: "You want him to help you wash vegetables?"

Luna Sutton halted in her tracks, feeling the force on her wrist, aware that this man was jealous again.

She chuckled helplessly: "Then what do you propose? Unless you know how to wash vegetables too?"

Corbin Crowley snorted coldly, his silver eyes narrowing slightly: "I’ll help you with the game; I promise to be quicker than you."

Rhys Blackwood watched from the side with cold eyes, speaking lightly: "The game is already taken care of."

Corbin Crowley’s face darkened, and he shot a fierce glance at Rhys Blackwood, the atmosphere between them instantly tense.

Luna Sutton sighed and quickly intervened: "Alright, you both can help. Corbin, you cut the meat, Rhys, you wash the vegetables. Don’t just stand there glaring at each other."

Kian Sterling joined them with a sly fox-like grin: "Cynthia, what about me? Surely you don’t expect me to just stand by and watch?"

She glanced at him; this old fox knew too well how to seize opportunities, smilingly said: "You? Start the fire then."

Kian Sterling’s mouth twitched slightly as he feigned a look of grievance and sighed: "Cynthia, you’re being biased."

One washes vegetables, another cuts meat, why is his task starting the fire?

He’s a fox, after all, and fears fire the most. What if his precious fur gets singed?

Luna Sutton heard the underlying hint in the old fox’s words and lazily asked: "Then what do you think you’re suited for?"

Kian Sterling smiled slightly, his beautiful fox-like eyes flashing with cunning, his tone gentle yet probing: "Cynthia, surely you know I’m always good at strategizing. Why not let me assign the tasks, how’s that?"

She raised an eyebrow and glanced at him: "Oh? And what do you plan to arrange?"

Kian Sterling’s smile deepened, his gaze sweeping over Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood, pretending to ponder: "Corbin is strong, so cutting meat suits him as a physical task. Rhys is meticulous, washing vegetables is perfect for him."

He paused, looking at Zeke Veridian and Malachi Arcanus, his tone lightly dismissive: "Zeke is indifferent but also diligent, he shouldn’t mind such a simple task as starting the fire, right? As for Malachi..."

Malachi Arcanus lazily interrupted, arms crossed: "I only handle the eating."

Kian Sterling smiled slightly, "Then Zeke will have to take on the fire. After all, for such a task, only someone as composed and serene as you could manage it."

Zeke Veridian’s emerald eyes swept coldly over him, his tone thin: "You, fox, are good at shirking responsibility."

Kian Sterling maintained his smile, his tone gentle: "Not at all, I just think you’re the most suitable. Besides, you’re always hard-working, this little task should be easy for you, right?"

Zeke Veridian snorted coldly, too lazy to argue further, quipped acidly: "Starting the fire it is, it’s better than some people who only know how to flap their gums."

Kian Sterling wasn’t bothered by this comment, turning to Luna Sutton with a gentle tone: "Cynthia, how do you find my arrangement?"

Luna Sutton’s mouth twitched slightly, inwardly cursing the old fox as indeed cunning, with just a few words he shoved the task of starting the fire onto Zeke Veridian, while he didn’t have to do anything, just moved his lips.

She didn’t bother to expose him, waving her hand: "Alright, let’s go with that."

Without lingering, she turned and headed towards the cave.

Kian Sterling followed behind, the others did as well.

...

Meanwhile, Mia sped along, only stopping after she had gone far enough.

Her face was clouded, her chest heaving, with anger and humiliation almost consuming her.

She reached up and touched the wound on her face, the stinging sensation fueling her rage even more.

"Luna Sutton, you vile woman!"

She gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath, "Why does everyone protect you? Just because of your leader father? You’re nothing but an ugly, disgusting piece of trash!"

The more Mia thought, the more indignant she became, jealousy and hatred coiling within her like a venomous snake.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

She knew anger wouldn’t solve anything; she needed to come up with a plan to permanently rid herself of that ugly menace and reclaim her rightful status and dignity.

But for now, the most important thing was healing her face.

If her face was ruined, she would truly be finished.

She headed straight for the witch doctor’s stone hut, holding onto a bit of hope.

After all, the witch doctor was the Beastman in the tribe most skilled in healing, perhaps he could heal her face.

But when she finally reached the witch doctor, out of breath, he stared at her wound for a long time, frowning.

"Mia, what’s happened to your wound?"

The witch doctor asked while treating the wound on her face.

Seeing the witch doctor asking, Mia’s tears instantly flowed.

She then embellished the story, recounting how Luna Sutton had used her supernatural power to fling her away, causing her face to hit a rock on the ground.

She deliberately omitted how she had provoked and initiated the confrontation, shifting all the blame onto Luna Sutton.

As if Luna Sutton were jealous of her beauty and purposely ruined her face.

The witch doctor’s actions paused, he looked up at her, frowned: "Cynthia deliberately destroyed your face?"

That girl used to have a bad temperament but had changed a lot recently.

Not only had she become clever and diligent, but she also discovered The Salt Lake for the tribe.

Even became the old priest’s apprentice.

That old man next door couldn’t be more proud of his apprentice, grinning to his ears, occasionally coming over to boast.

How could that girl be so jealous as to deliberately ruin Mia’s face?

Mia saw the witch doctor’s disbelief and, irate, dared not outright claim Luna Sutton intended it, only saying she might have accidentally done it.

The witch doctor was uninterested in the story of her facial injury.

He casually applied some herbal ointment, stopping the bleeding, then waved her off: "Alright, avoid water for a few days, the wound will heal over time."

He didn’t use his supernatural abilities to treat Mia.

In his view, the role of females was to bear offspring for the tribe, their looks weren’t that significant.

He was getting old, his supernatural cultivation wasn’t easy.

Unless a Beastman in the tribe was severely wounded, life-threatening.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t easily use his supernatural powers.

Mia was furious at the witch doctor’s casual attitude.

Yet she dared not act out, only gritting her teeth and suppressing her anger, asking: "Witch doctor, will there be a scar on my face?"

The witch doctor glanced at her, tone indifferent: "A scar? That depends on how well you heal."

Mia’s heart sank; she knew how deep her facial wound was, and if it scarred, she’d become just as ugly as Luna Sutton.

Thinking of this, she could no longer restrain herself, her tone urgent: "Witch doctor, could you use your abilities to help me? I don’t want a scar!"

The witch doctor frowned, his tone cold: "Abilities aren’t for treating minor injuries, there are many Beastmen in need, I don’t have time to waste on you."

Mia’s face went pale, her anger almost erupted.

But she dared not act out, could only swallow her rage, forcing a smile: "Then... Then I’ll try the priest."

With that, she turned and quickly left the witch doctor’s place, fearing if she stayed another second, she’d lose control.

The priest’s stone hut was right next to the witch doctor, just stepping out the door.

Mia held onto her last sliver of hope, but upon reaching the priest’s doorway, she saw the priest sitting with Lyle Sutton, discussing The Salt Lake.

Lyle Sutton noticed the commotion at the door and immediately looked over, his gaze sharp.

Mia flinched under the sharp gaze, unconsciously halting, anger on her face instantly restrained, forcing a smile: "Leader, priest, sorry to interrupt."

Lyle Sutton nodded lightly, his gaze sweeping over her face, frowning slightly: "What happened to your face?"

Mia quickly bowed her head, her tone carrying a bit of grievance: "Leader, it was... an accidental fall."

Lyle Sutton asked casually, hearing it was a fall, he didn’t ask further.

Turning back to continue discussing important matters with the priest.

Mia saw Lyle Sutton’s indifferent attitude and grew angrier, her fists clenched tightly.

If it was Luna Sutton, that ugly woman, who fell today, the leader would surely be heartbroken, then urgently order the witch doctor and priest to treat her, right?

Her heart was dissatisfied, yet she had no choice, for she wasn’t born of the leader.