The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 148: Building the Kiln

Luna Sutton took the clay, squeezed it, and indeed found it fine, soft, and very sticky, the best material for pottery.

She happily touched the Beastling’s face, "What’s your name?"

The Beastling grinned, "Sister Cynthia, I’m Rocco."

She gave a faint smile, "Rocco, you’ve done a great job."

Turning, she looked at Rhys Blackwood, "Go get a piece of beast meat to reward him."

Rhys gave her a faint glance and said nothing, turning to enter the cave.

When he came out, he held a piece of beast meat, which he directly tossed to Rocco.

Rocco was grinning from ear to ear as he hurriedly caught it.

"Thank you, Sister Cynthia, thank you, Brother Rhys."

Corbin Crowley gave Rocco a chilly glance.

Though young, Rocco was very perceptive and quickly added, "Thank you, Brother Corbin."

After speaking, he was about to slip away with the beast meat.

In the next second, Luna Sutton grabbed him by the collar, "Why run, take me to dig clay."

Rocco, caught by the collar, looked innocent, "Sister Cynthia, the clay is right by the riverbank, are we going now?"

"Of course!"

Luna Sutton nodded and turned to look at Corbin and Rhys, "Are you guys going to The Salt Lake or not? If not, grab a basket and tub and come with me to dig clay by the river."

It’s not often you catch two laborers, better to use them while you can.

When Corbin and Rhys heard they had to dig clay by the river, their expressions were a bit complicated.

But they didn’t want to separate and head to The Salt Lake.

Corbin frowned at her, "Dig clay? Are you sure you’re not just going to play with mud by the river?"

He didn’t know pottery was made from mud.

Though pottery had appeared in Beast King City, it was limited to there, and the method of making it was never spread out.

Rhys gave Luna Sutton a faint glance, his mouth twitched slightly, "We can dig clay, but don’t expect me to use my hands."

He had spent several days cleaning the mud in The Salt Lake, finding it filthy and stinky, and felt extremely disgusted by anything muddy.

Luna Sutton noticed their extremely disdainful expressions and felt strangely familiar.

When she first arrived in this world, these two acted this way towards her.

She was utterly speechless inside, "Relax, I won’t make you dig with your hands."

With that, she stealthily took out an iron shovel from her system backpack.

Corbin took the shovel, silver eyes showing a bit of doubt, "Where did this thing come from?"

She remained calm, "Picked it up."

The reason she gave for the knife earlier was also that she picked it up, and no one suspected anything.

Rhys glanced at her, puzzled, "How do you always end up finding these strange yet sharply useful things?"

Luna Sutton raised an eyebrow, "Lucky, envious?"

Rhys snorted lightly, reaching to snatch the shovel.

Corbin, quick-eyed and nimble, blocked him, "I got it first."

"Whoever snatches it gets to use it."

Rhys’s gaze turned cold, tail slightly moving, exuding an intimidating aura.

Seeing the two about to fight again, she helplessly held her head, decisively snatched the shovel back, "Alright, stop arguing, I’ll dig it myself!"

She had no time to watch them squabble, nor the inclination to advise them.

Holding the shovel, she turned and headed toward the riverbank.

Rocco happily followed, "Sister Cynthia, wait for me!"

Corbin and Rhys exchanged glances, snorted coldly, returned to the cave, grabbed the tub, and quickly joined her.

Arriving at the riverbank, they indeed found a patch of damp, soft clay, glistening in the sunlight, located downstream.

Luna Sutton squatted down, grabbed a handful, and nodded with satisfaction, "This is it."

Corbin’s eyebrows furrowed, capable of pinching a fly to death, "What do you want all this mud for?"

She didn’t lift her head, "Pottery."

Rhys raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat surprised, "You know how to make pottery?"

Corbin sneered, seeming somewhat skeptical of her words, "The ceramics from Beast King City aren’t something anyone can just make."

"Whether it can be made, you won’t know until you try."

She couldn’t care less about their doubts, directing Corbin to dig clay by the river.

The shovel was left for him.

Rhys Blackwood was dragged by her to help build the kiln.

"The kiln needs to be built on the hillside by the river, where there’s good ventilation, so the temperature can be even."

As she explained, she drew a simple structure diagram of the kiln on the ground using a twig.

Rhys glanced at it, raising his eyebrows slightly, "You seem to know quite a lot, did The Beast God teach you in your dreams too?"

Her face showed some unnaturalness, she snorted softly, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and dig."

No way The Beast God taught her, this was learned from the system reward "The Complete Guide to Ancient Pottery" received from you by *ahem*.

Of course, she wouldn’t say that out loud.

Rhys didn’t ask further, he just silently worked, building the kiln following Luna Sutton’s instructions.

The Beastling Rocco was also helping on the side and seemed to be having fun.

Luna Sutton was overseeing the work.

"Rhys, the kiln’s ventilation opening needs to be larger; otherwise, the temperature will be uneven!"

"Corbin Crowley, the soil isn’t dug deep enough, go a bit deeper!"

Both of them were being commanded by her, they were so busy that they didn’t even mind the dirt anymore, instead, they worked more vigorously.

If they could successfully make pottery, then The Wolf Tribe would become the second power to possess pottery besides Beast King City. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

With this motivation, even if they were digging mud and building the kiln, getting covered in sweat and dirt, they were still happy.

The work here was bustling, while gossip in the tribe was spreading fiercely.

"Did you hear? Mia and Kaelen Vance tried to kill Luna Sutton, but the leader found out first and sent Wolf One to counter them!"

"Really? No wonder there were sounds of wolves howling from the hill last night, the sound was so mournful, it scared me from going out."

"Tsk tsk, Mia’s face was ruined, she always resented Luna Sutton. Doing something like this isn’t surprising, it’s just a pity."

"Indeed a pity, you guys don’t know, I heard Mia was initially just hung on a tree unconscious, not dead, and Rhys later personally killed her, pointed a finger, and she turned directly to ashes."

...

Maya Miller happened to pass by, hearing these words, a slight smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, and a trace of pleasure flashed in her eyes.

She grew up under Mia’s shadow, being oppressed and humiliated by her sister...

Even breathing seemed to require Mia’s approval.

Now that Mia was dead, she not only felt no sorrow but rather a sense of relief as if a heavy stone had finally been lifted from her heart.

She resisted the urge to laugh out loud and quickened her steps back to the cave.

As soon as she put down the beast skin curtain, the emotions Maya had suppressed for a long time burst forth.

She clenched her fist tightly, her nails almost embedding into her palm, with eyes shining with mad joy and relief.

"Mia, you’re finally dead!"

She growled lowly, her voice carrying a twisted pleasure, "Why from childhood till now, are you always above me? Why does everyone revolve around you? You’re dead, finally it’s my turn!"

She rushed into a corner, grabbed a piece of beast’s leather, and tore at it, as if it was Mia’s face.

"Weren’t you the proudest? Weren’t you the prettiest? Now look at you, not even a corpse left, dying in the hands of your beloved male, hahaha..."

Maya’s laughter carried a bit of madness, sharp and piercing.

Suddenly she stopped, a hint of cruelty flashed in her eyes, "No, it’s not enough! You’re dead, but your Beast Husbands are still here, especially Wolf Fang..."

A cold smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, her eyes full of schemes, "Wolf Fang, haven’t you always been so ambiguous with me? Now that Mia’s dead, let’s see how you continue pretending, if you’ve got the guts don’t come looking for me again."

The Salt Lake, the sunlight scorching.

Kian Sterling lazily lay on the giant rock by Umbraflow, his tail occasionally slapping the water, the heat making his skin burn.

"Tsk, this lousy job, is really killing a fox."

He squinted his fox eyes, looking at the mountains of salt crystals in the distance, scheming how to slack off.

Suddenly, the lake surface rippled, and a silhouette was swept over through Umbraflow.

Kian’s ears twitched, squinting to see.

A female, her skin so white it was dazzling, starkly different from the rough black and yellow or sun-tanned skin typical of beast-world females.

The only comparable one was the whitened and beautified Luna Sutton.

"Tsk, where’s this little pitiful from?"

He flicked his tail, curling up the person from the river, and instantly hauled them ashore, lying on the grass.

Chloe Callahan was soaked, face pale, eyes tightly shut.

Clearly unconscious.

Kian squinted his eyes, leisurely walking over, a playful smile on his lips.

"Tsk, this skin, whiter than salt, is indeed quite special."

He reached out, poked Chloe Callahan’s cheek, soft and tender, pleasant to touch.