The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 283 - 242: Departure

Meanwhile, The Lower Domain, The Wolf Tribe.

Lyle Sutton’s stone house was filled with laughter and chatter, and the stone table was a mess.

Corbin Crowley cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, Rhys Blackwood wiped the table, and Zeke Veridian washed the dishes.

However, he had just washed one and realized he had lit the fire tonight, so he tossed it to Malachi Arcanus: "You do the washing."

Malachi took the pottery bowl tossed to him and raised his eyebrows at Zeke: "Just because you lit a fire, you act so delicate? I’m supposed to stay with Luna tonight."

Zeke’s emerald eyes swept coldly towards him, the Wind Blade spinning at his fingertips, and he threatened coldly: "Will you wash or not?"

Seeing the spinning Wind Blade, Malachi was instantly silenced; he spun the bowl at the bottom of his palm and suddenly tossed it to Rhys Blackwood: "Hey, Black Serpent, catch this!"

Rhys didn’t even turn around, his snake tail snapped through the air and sent the pottery bowl flying—

The bowl landed steadily at Zeke’s feet.

Zeke: "..."

Luna Sutton burst out laughing, suddenly thinking these men were so childish.

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes flashed slightly, he grabbed Malachi by the back of the neck and dragged him outside, "Since you don’t want to wash, come with me to notify the tribe and keep watch tonight."

With such a major tribe migration, they must be notified and preparations should be made or things packed, ideally departing by morning.

No one knows when The Phoenix Clan might attack, so they must leave as soon as possible.

And certainly tonight, someone has to keep watch; sleeping is not an option.

"Hey hey hey? I haven’t finished washing my bowl yet!"

Malachi struggled to reach for the bowl at Zeke’s feet but was directly dragged out of Lyle Sutton’s stone house by Corbin Crowley.

Outside the stone house, Malachi’s voice could be heard cursing: "Corbin Crowley, you bastard! It was supposed to be my turn tonight—"

The voice was abruptly cut off, clearly having been gagged.

Luna Sutton shook her head with a smile, stood up, stretched lazily, preparing to go back to her cave and pack her things.

Even though she hadn’t returned for some time, everything was still there; she hadn’t taken them away initially.

She turned to greet Lyle Sutton before walking away.

Just as she reached the stone house, she suddenly realized the moon tonight was unusually round, hanging in the sky like a silver platter.

Wait... a full moon?

She suddenly recalled something, hurriedly called out to the system in her mind: "System! How’s Celestia Fawkes doing?"

The system lazily responded, "See for yourself, host..."

A translucent screen suddenly appeared before her:

In the image, Celestia Fawkes was swollen like a steamed bun, resembling a hideously ugly toad, with her body ulcerated, oozing pus, itchy and painful, rolling on the ground crying out...

Luna Sutton looked closely and saw little bugs crawling out of the ulcers, her expression instantly resembling constipation, disgusted that she almost threw up her dinner.

Her lip twitched, "This Rebound Talisman is too effective, isn’t it?"

The system snickered in her mind, "It’s not the Rebound Talisman being potent, it’s that old sorcerer’s witchcraft being vicious. It just rebounded back unchanged. Without the Rebound Talisman, the one in this state tonight would be you, host."

She was momentarily stunned, recalling that when she merely got fatter and uglier, she couldn’t accept it and collapsed, hiding away.

If she ended up like the image, her body ulcerated and crawling with bugs, painful and itchy, she would definitely want to die.

This nasty curse was far more malicious than the one cast by The Dragon Clan’s Great Witch.

That one merely made her ugly, not taking one’s life.

This one could definitely be fatal, the kind where you’d itch so much you’d scrape off your skin until you were dead.

She looked at the image of Celestia Fawkes’s miserable state and felt a chill of fear.

The image continued playing.

She saw the old sorcerer say that only Mael Valerius’s Heart Blood could save Celestia Fawkes.

Soren Phoenix and Xylon Phoenix quarreled over this matter; their argument got more intense.

In the midst of arguing, somehow, the matter was dragged onto herself.

Xylon Phoenix accused Soren Phoenix of having known the situation all along, suggesting he wanted to go mad like Mael Valerius?

Then Soren Phoenix was slapped glamorously, his face was hit sideways, and the Fire Jade Pendant shattered on the ground.

Luna Sutton’s eyebrows twitched wildly, thinking: This must be his stepmother who hit him, to be so heavy-handed.

But why did their father-son quarrel involve her?

She had only met Soren Phoenix once, essentially a stranger she had just met, with no connection or relationship whatsoever.

Yet, the fact that he spoke up for her was quite a surprise.

But she didn’t think much of it, assuming Soren Phoenix had the right perspective, given that Celestia Fawkes indeed deserved it; he wasn’t wrong.

In the image, the father-son dispute grew more intense.

Soren Phoenix continued getting slapped a few more times, without holding back at all.

Then he was confined to the ancestral hall for punishment, made to kneel.

Luna Sutton couldn’t help but feel some sympathy for Soren Phoenix, considering Xylon Phoenix’s tension and care for Celestia Fawkes, clearly, Soren Phoenix was either born of a stepmother or adopted.