The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 378 - 294: Selection of the Consort (Part 2)
The face instantly turned a few shades worse.
Deceiving oneself while romancing a cousin, quite the cunning tactic.
"Heh..."
Valerius sneered disdainfully, his face terrifyingly blackened.
Seeing his expression was off, Xylon Phoenix, fearing the brat might go mad again, quickly changed the topic, "All right, hurry up and get ready to go out. Everyone is already gathered, each clan’s leaders, elders, and noble females are waiting."
Suppressing the nameless anger and brutality in his heart, Mael Valerius casually placed the Jade Crown on his head and strode towards the hall exit. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
...
In the banquet hall, the noble females of each clan were eagerly anticipating.
The little princess of The Celestian Clan held a Glazed Cup, sneaking a glance at the empty main seat, "I heard the Young Master is choosing a main wife today?"
"Of course."
The Holy Daughter of The Baize Clan lowered her voice, "That previous Lower Domain female of his..."
The discussion abruptly stopped when Mael Valerius stepped into the grand hall, the Dark Gold Beast Robe outlining a tall, erect form; the dragon patterns seemed to come alive, the cold, sharp aura instantly silencing the boisterous banquet.
The females stole glances at this Young Master of The Dragon Clan.
Rumor has it he was obsessed with a Lower Domain female for decades, yet now he seemed like a different person, his cold demeanor intimidating others from approaching.
Ignoring everyone’s gaze, Mael Valerius walked straight to his place, casually scanning the crowd as he sat down, suddenly feeling everything was dull and tasteless.
No eyes resembled hers.
When that deceiver looked at him, there were tears, anger, sadness, and guilt in her eyes, but never fear.
Even though they only met once after waking, the memory was vivid.
He clenched the wine glass, crushing the Glazed Cup to dust in his palm.
"Mira."
Horace Valerius gave him a warning look, then turned to the attendees, loudly declaring, "Today’s banquet is, firstly, to celebrate that my son has overcome his inner demons, and secondly..."
He glanced over the noble females present, "to select a main wife for our Dragon Clan’s Young Master."
As soon as he finished speaking, an elder of The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan immediately pushed forward a girl in white, "This is our clan’s Holy Female, Liana Whitaker, skilled in the Illusion Technique..."
"My Celestian Clan’s noble female, Willow, excels in taming hundred beasts..."
"The Roc Clan is willing to offer the Pearl of the Sea Domain as a dowry..."
Mael Valerius coldly watched everyone eagerly promoting themselves, finding it utterly absurd.
The way these females looked at him was as if they were gazing at a rare treasure, not a living person.
Instinctively he reached for his chest, emptiness there but suddenly startlingly clear.
He suddenly realized he’d rather be deceived by Luna Sutton than endure these false pretenses.
Suddenly, he stood up, the Dark Gold Beast Robe knocking over the wine cup.
The lively hall fell into stunned silence.
"Everyone."
His dark golden eyes swept over the crowd, his voice cold as if laced with ice, "I will not be choosing a wife today."
Horace Valerius crushed the armrest, leaping to his feet and reprimanding, "Mira!"
"Father."
As Mael Valerius turned, the corner of the Dragon Pattern Beast Robe brushed past the jade steps, "I suddenly remembered something urgent."
His formidable exit left the Celestian noble female, Willow, twisting her Beast Cloth into a braid.
This Celestian noble female, Willow, suddenly stood up and chased after him, "Young Master, please wait!"
Outside the hall, the clouds surged.
When Mael Valerius turned his gaze, the bright, generous face of Willow was reflected in his dark golden pupils, "Is it because the Young Master can’t let go of that Lower Domain female, that he’s unwilling to choose a wife?"
"This is the Young Master’s private affair, none of your concern."
Mael Valerius’s voice was indifferent, dismissing her without a second thought, nor caring about her suddenly awful expression.
He beastly shot into the high sky, tearing the void with dragon claws, faintly hearing Horace Valerius’s enraged roar behind him.
But he didn’t care.
...
The Wolf Tribe of the Lower Domain.
Luna Sutton was lying in a rocking chair in front of the rooftop, sunbathing. The rocking chair was weaved by her following "The Complete Collection of Bamboo Furniture."
To be honest, lying there and sunbathing felt quite comfortable, making her feel lazy all over.
Just when she was basking comfortably, Zeke Veridian suddenly ran over to tell her that three beastmen from The Dragon Clan had come, saying they wanted to exchange for green bricks.
She instantly knew who had come.
Apart from the three Hidden Guards of The Dragon Clan, who had secretly infiltrated The Wolf Tribe last time and were caught red-handed by Soren Phoenix, no one else would suddenly come to buy green bricks.
"Where are the people?"
Luna Sutton got up from the rocking chair and asked casually.
"At the eastern gate of the tribe."
Zeke Veridian handed over a thin beast-skin cloak, "Those three beastmen brought purple beast crystals, saying they want to exchange for five carts of green bricks."
She wrapped herself in the cloak, casually tying it, pausing when she heard, "Purple?"
Beast crystals are usually white; the purer they are, the better their quality.
It’s the first time she’s seen purple beast crystals, which were top-grade beast crystals.
At least, such precious things don’t exist in the Lower Domain at all.
"About the size of a pigeon egg."
Zeke Veridian’s emerald eyes flashed with surprise, "The Dragon Clan is indeed generous."
He had heard of purple beast crystals—a dream-come-true treasure for beastmen.
Who would’ve thought The Dragon Clan would trade them so easily? One could only say they’re extraordinarily lavish.
The two didn’t continue discussing the purple beast crystals; what The Dragon Clan was willing to trade, they had no reason to refuse.
The two headed towards the eastern gate.
Halfway there.
Luna Sutton’s mind suddenly echoed with the system’s voice, "Host, they’re selecting a wife for Mael Valerius in The Dragon Clan!"
She paused slightly, her heart coldly replying, "What the hell does it have to do with me?"
"Heh, is the host angry?"
The system’s voice was cheeky, "Further news for the host, Mael Valerius suddenly left the banquet, disregarding all the guests and Horace Valerius’s fury, directly tearing the void and coming to The Lower Domain; right now, he is on his way to The Wolf Tribe."
Her steps instantaneously halted.
"What’s wrong?"
Zeke Veridian sharply sensed her unusual expression.
"Nothing." She forced a smile, "I just remembered a new batch of bricks from the kiln is of good quality, enough for five carts, perfect for trading to The Dragon Clan."
"Even if it’s not enough, we can continue to mold green bricks; it won’t take but a few days to accomplish."
Zeke Veridian saw no issue with this, "But since The Dragon Clan is so sincere, naturally, we should select the best to give them."
Not understanding business, but trade always meets mutual needs. If what exchanged has flaws, naturally, there won’t be a next time.
Luna Sutton smiled faintly, "That’s right."
The two continued chatting as they walked toward the eastern gate.
