The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 502 - 375: Silk

Quickly, Corbin Crowley and the others began to tally the number of green bricks and tiles needed.

Everything was done according to standards.

Among them, The Leopard Tribe and The Raging Lion Tribe needed the most due to their larger populations.

The Rabbit Tribe, with less than three hundred people, needed the least.

Luna Sutton scanned over it carefully, found no issues, and instructed Rhys Blackwood to bring the charcoal pen and beast skin to draft the contract on the spot: "After Winter ends, we’ll start the firing process, and delivery will be made by the spring equinox at the latest."

No deposit was required, as beastmen were known for their trustworthiness, and would generally not go back on their word unless there were exceptional circumstances.

The elder from The Ox Tribe carefully stowed away the contract.

Thinking about their lack of knowledge in house building, he nervously spoke up, "Miss Sutton, we don’t know a thing about building houses. In due time, could you..."

Before he could finish, the other elders present all turned their eyes to Luna Sutton, chiming in:

"Indeed, Miss Sutton, we don’t know how to build houses. Should we send beastmen over to learn beforehand, or how should we do it?"

Listening to the elders’ concerned chatter, she smiled gently, "Rest assured, everyone. In early spring, our Wolf Tribe will send experienced beastmen to your tribes to provide onsite guidance for building houses. We’ll teach you until every house is complete."

Her words were like a calming pill, instantly dispelling any lingering doubt among the elders.

"Good, good... With Miss Sutton’s assurance, we can rest easy."

"Thank you, Miss Sutton."

"Miss Sutton, you are truly generous, and our tribe is immensely grateful. When the houses are finished next spring, we’ll surely bring substantial gifts to express our thanks."

Faced with their gratitude and compliments, she smiled happily, feeling very pleased. "You’re welcome, elders. It’s just mutual help. Since everything has been agreed upon, why don’t you stay for lunch before heading back? It’ll also give the females from each tribe time to learn some culinary skills."

The elders naturally had no objections and agreed with smiles.

Seeing no objections, she turned to Lyle Sutton, "Father, please arrange for the lunch banquet, using the same standards as the feast we had for the tribal leaders the other day."

"Ha, of course."

Lyle Sutton readily agreed, immediately called over a few beastmen, and gave his orders in a flurry.

The reception hall suddenly bustled with activity, tables being moved, beast skins spread, a lively scene indeed.

The elders from various tribes watched this unfold, their smiles deepening and faces filled with anticipation.

After their leaders returned, they praised the Wolf Tribe’s feast to no end.

Never-seen-before ways of eating, so delicious you could swallow your tongue – today they finally had the chance to taste it themselves.

During the break before the lunch banquet preparation.

Luna Sutton didn’t idle. She, along with Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, and a few others, transcribed the tallied green brick numbers onto fresh beast skin scrolls according to tribe names.

Three copies were made: one for each tribal elder to take back,

one retained by the Wolf Tribe as a proof of transaction for spring, to be kept by Lyle Sutton,

and the last given to the kiln factory, so they could produce green bricks according to each tribe’s reservation.

The tribal elders carefully stored the scrolls with their tribe’s names and required green brick quantities, fearing they might lose them.

With Lyle Sutton left for hosting, Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Zeke Veridian, Kian Sterling, Malachi Arcanus, Soren Phoenix, and Mael Valerius stayed behind for company.

Luna Sutton felt her face stiffen from so much smiling and grew impatient to stay longer.

After greeting everyone, she hurriedly left.

Returning to the small courtyard, she went straight into the Eastern wing room.

In front of the loom, the snowy, resilient silkworm threads were irresistible.

She carefully aligned the threads, loaded the shuttle, and attempted to weave her first genuine piece of silk.

During the apocalypse, she had watched videos of traditional weaving techniques; the last batch of linen was woven based on the video content she remembered.

Although she wasted quite a bit of hemp, she managed to successfully weave linen. Unfortunately, when the plague broke out, it was all made into masks.

Luna Sutton had grown quite adept at weaving, though it was her first time using silkworm threads.

This stuff was much finer and smoother than hemp threads, so light and soft that any slight mishandling easily caused tangling or breakage.

Sitting at the improved loom, she concentrated deeply, sliding her fingers carefully along the threads, fearful of breaking them.

"Ugh, what a bother."

She murmured under her breath, beads of sweat forming on her brow.

Weaving with silkworm threads was even more tiring than manual work.

"Pfft..."

A soft laugh came from the window.

Luna Sutton looked up to find The Golden Silkworm King leaning against the window, his short golden hair shimmering in the sunlight, his expression teasing.

"With your clumsy manner, wasting the threads spit by insect clan juniors, it’s truly a waste of resources."

His tone was lazy, tainted with his usual disdain.

She flushed slightly, glared back irritably, "If you think I’m wasting it, why don’t you come do it yourself? It’s easy to criticize when you’re standing there."

The Golden Silkworm King raised an eyebrow, quickly moved away from the window, and leisurely pushed the door open to enter.

Then he walked to the loom, bent over to look at the unfinished fabric in her hands, and pinched a broken silkworm thread with his slender fingers: "Your strength is off. Silkworm threads are soft and tough; you need finesse, not brute force. When threading, relax your wrist, let your fingertips glide over, like a dance... here, watch."

Though his words were critical, his movements were exceptionally swift.

His fingers darted about like butterflies among flowers, and the tangled threads in his hands instantly became obedient, re-hung on the loom.

The motion was smooth and flowing, carrying a pleasing beauty.

She watched, dumbfounded, unable to refute.

This silkworm really was in a league of its own.

"What are you staring for? Keep weaving! It’s not every day you get personal guidance from this Silkworm King."

The Golden Silkworm King flicked her forehead lightly, unable to resist, his fingertips slightly cool.

"Ouch... you."

She glared at him while holding her forehead.

"Stunned, are you?"

A teasing smile played in the Golden Silkworm King’s golden eyes. He withdrew his hand, brushing it against the tangling threads on the loom; the broken threads slid smoothly back into place at his touch, "I said to use finesse. Here, lower your wrist, guide with your fingers, like this..."

He loosely held her shuttle hand, guiding it through the warp threads.

Luna Sutton only felt her wrist being pressed by his cool, large hand, a peculiar directing force passing through, and the shuttle smoothly gliding by, the weft thread nestling neatly in place.

The motion was smooth and fluid, a hundred times more efficient than her previous clumsy tugging.

"Got it?"

The Golden Silkworm King’s low voice whispered in her ear, warm breath accompanying it.

"You’re too close."

Her face flushed slightly, feeling the atmosphere vaguely ambiguous, subconsciously wanting to draw her hand away.

Yet, the hand that was lightly holding hers suddenly grasped firmly, not budging despite her attempts.

This silkworm was actually taking advantage under the guise of teaching how to weave.

Ha... really getting bolder.

Just as she was about to slap him.

"Ha... seems like you’re not learning your lesson."

A cold, penetrating shout rang out abruptly, instantly shattering the ambiguous atmosphere in the eastern chamber.

Rhys Blackwood somehow stood at the door, his tall figure blocking most of the light, exuding a piercing chill all around.

Those deep, dark eyes were fixed on the Golden Silkworm King’s hand holding Luna Sutton’s wrist, gaze colder than an eternal glacier.

The smile on the Golden Silkworm King’s face froze instantly. Meeting Rhys Blackwood’s eyes devoid of warmth, a chill crawled up his spine.

He instinctively released Luna Sutton’s hand, retreated two steps, a flicker of guilt in his golden eyes: "Ahem... This Silkworm King was merely teaching her to weave..."

"Does teaching weaving require such proximity?"

Rhys Blackwood’s voice was cold as ice shards, advancing step by step, the chill around him almost tangible.

Luna Sutton coughed gently, trying to say something.

A shadow flickered past, and like a specter, Rhys Blackwood was before him without a word spoken, his iron-hard grip aiming for the Golden Silkworm King.

Sensing trouble, the Golden Silkworm King turned to flee, but as he neared the door, a snake tail struck from behind.

Then his entire body flew uncontrollably, landing heavily in the courtyard with a face-first crash.

The image of elegance and nonchalance collapsed instantly; his pose was extremely disheveled.

"Ow... it hurts like hell."

The Golden Silkworm King lay there, dusty and disheveled, grimacing and cursing toward the eastern chamber: "Rhys... you damn serpent, this Silkworm King is divine, you hear? My spit can poison you to death."

Rhys Blackwood instantly retracted his snake tail, leisurely stepping out of the eastern chamber, looking down icily at the Golden Silkworm King, "You could try it."

The Golden Silkworm King immediately shrank back, painfully scrambling up from the ground, not forgetting to dust off his robes, muttering under his breath unhappily: "Crude... barbaric... always using brute force... no, using your tail..."

Rhys Blackwood paid no heed, with a cold face warning: "Touch her again, and next time, I’ll break your legs."

The Golden Silkworm King pouted, patting his robes with resentment, "Ungrateful... this Silkworm King taught you half the day, didn’t even get a cup of tea, and got beaten up for no reason..."

Before he could finish, Rhys Blackwood shot him a sharp look.

The Golden Silkworm King fell silent immediately, slipping away with oiled feet.

Before leaving, he didn’t forget to call back from the courtyard gate: "Luna, remember to save me a piece of silkworm silk, the prettiest one, for making clothes..."

"Pfft."

Luna Sutton walked out from the eastern chamber, unable to hold back a laugh, turning to Rhys Blackwood: "Why are you fussing with a bug?"

Rhys Blackwood, expressionless, walked over and pulled her into his embrace: "He wants to be your eighth beast husband. Just now, he was still holding your hand. Giving him a beating was being lenient."

Luna Sutton: "..."