Lucy sat down beside Adam as the others tio butcher the beasts, while Dunes and his Aswadian friend were set to cooking for the group.

  “Did you have fun?” Adam asked.

  “Yes.”

  Adam nodded his head slowly. “You know, I fot that you looked just like a kid when we first met.”

  “Are you hitting on me?”

  Adam gagged. “Excuse me.” He tio gag, turning to the side, as though he were going to vomit.

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  He rubbed his arm and smiled at her. “I’m just saying. It’s kind of wild. Magic is so… crazy.” She was tall, and though she was quite the bombshell, her body was far more musow than it had been when he had fed her his Mana.

  “Don’t think I won’t beat you.”

  “Don’t think I won’t tell my darling Cousins,” Adam replied.

  Luarrowed her eyes. She was sure he’d mention the ability to bathe, but he had gone much further. “You wouldn’t.”

  Adam raised his brows, as though daring her. “You’re lucky I need you alive to tell my future wife how much of a great guy I am.”

  Lucy almost ched her fist again, but she let Adam’s joke slide. She hoped it was a joke. ‘I’ll never give my Mara to the likes of you.’

  Adam narrowed his eyes at her. “Did you think of something terrible?”

  “No.”

  ‘Should I tell Taygak she was bullying me?’ Adam thought.

  “Did you think of something terrible?” Lucy asked.

  “No.” Adam smiled.

  Jurot tore a kurabara’s shell, and pced it down to the side, between himself and Jonn. Butchering was like meditation for Jurot, and the same with Kitool. Jonn assisted in butchering too, allowing Nobby and Brittany to take watch with a handful of others, while Adam and Lucy rested he fire.

  “I ’t believe we have to split our loot with the likes of them,” the punk grumbled from nearby. “To thiry and cim he cast those Fireballs.”

  Mikay, the Wizard of the harem party, threw a look elsewhere. She had seen Adam cast a Fireball right before her eyes as casually as one would swing a bde. However, could he cast three Fireballs? Plus the ability to cast Tower of Magic?

  ‘Four Third Gate spells?’

  Other than the greatest Priests within the nd, there were so few who could cast so many Third Gate spells. On adventurer was able to cast such spells, they would usually retire, but Adam seemed to be still adventuring.

  ‘Is he trying to gain the knowledge of Fate spells?’ Mikay thought. ‘I will o inform the Wizards.’

  “A damn leaf ear and a bunch of savages,” the punk grumbled, trying his best to butcher the kurabara.

  “Hey,” his female panion called. “Say what you want about the Elf, but be careful of the Iyrmen.”

  “Or what?” the punk s her. “What are they going to do? Kill me? Like how those damn leaf ears massacred my family?”

  “If you want to die, do it by yourself, but don’t involve us!”

  ‘Damn,’ Adam thought. ‘This guys o be more inal in his hatred.’ He sighed.

  “What are you sighing about you bastard?” the punk growled towards Adam, who sat only a few metres away.

  Adam remained silent, ign the punk, staring at the fire nearby. The punk had called for a bastard, and not a det young man like Adam.

  “Hey! Wha-,” the punk snarled, before he was cut off.

  “You should be quiet,” Jonn interrupted. “We are trying to butcher the kurabaras.”

  The punk pulled away from his own kurabara, his hand covered in blood. He wiped his hands on his cloth. “Who gave you the right to talk?”

  “I’m strohan you,” Jonn stated, simply. He wasn’t going to let some petunt child try and talk down to him.

  “So you think you do whatever you like because you’re strohahe punk gred at Jonn.

  “I-,” Jonn began, only to be interrupted himself.

  “Jonn, don’t bully the kid,” Adam called, leaning back casually. “Leave him alone.”

  Jonn turo look at Adam, fused. Why was Adam trying to help the brat who was starting nonseh them due to their race?

  Lucy furrowed her brows. If the punk had dared to bother her because she was a Demon, she would have had so much fun iing him up. ‘What are you up to?’

  The punk’s eyes tossed between Adam and Jonn. There was something wrong with the situation. ‘An Elf? Helpihis was making him stick to the stomach.

  “I don’t care o about you bastards!” the punk brat growled. “If you dare t us down during the quest…”

  Adam ughed, uo take the brat’s warning seriously. “Whatever, kid. I ’t believe you’ve fotten how hard I beat you back then. If you like, we fight again and I bury you in the ground with an arm tied behind my back.” Adam grinned wide, his eyes passing along the punk’s party. “Hell, I’ll take all you little shits on.”

  “Who are you calling a little shit?” the punk snarled, standing upright, only for the young woman near him thten.

  “You, obviously,” Adam said. “What? ’t you speak Aldish?”

  Jonn’s witched. ‘Didn’t you tell me not to bully him?’

  “John,” the young woman called, pg a hand on the punk’s shoulder. “Let him go.”

  “John?” Adam looked to Jonn. “You hear that? You’ve the same name. I ’t believe you have the same name as him!” Adam began to howl with ughter.

  ‘That feels disgusting,’ Jonn thought. Adam ughing at their name was ohing, but to think he shared a h the petunt brat, it drove him to shudder.

  “At least your whore mother did something right,” the brat called John said.

  There was a moment of silence, broken only by the spilling of blood, and the crackle of fire.

  A sword was drawn.

  Azar held his staff in front of Jonn’s bde, putting it between the young punk and the Half Elf Guardian.

  Dunes remai the stew, his eyes falling to Adam. Lucy, too, looked to Adam fuidance. Her nostrils fred, and her eyes stated she was ready to y a beat down.

  Adam’s brows were raised in arm, and even he needed a moment to uand what was going on, and what should happen.

  There was a tension which spilled across the group, and quickly, the various parties all gathered, having hat ons had been drawn.

  “What is the meaning of this?” Oliver asked, swiftly marg onto the se.

  “Just a minor issue,” Azar said. “Nothing whieeds to escate.” He stared into Jonn’s eyes. The pair uood that they were of a rough match to one another, but Azar was certain he’d be able to hold Jonn back from the young punk.

  “It’s a little te for that,” Adam said, chug. “A bde has been drawn, and I know how that ends.”

  “trol your man,” Oliver called.

  “If that little shit ’t trol his mouth, then I don’t o trol my man,” Adam replied, simply.

  “What happened?”

  “Just the usual. He was bad mouthing us for being Elves.”

  “So your man drew his bde?”

  “No,” Adam said. “My man asked the boy to keep his mouth shut.”

  “Who are you calling a boy?” John replied.

  “Hush now, the adults are talking.” Adam smiled. “See? ’t trol that little mouth of his. Your whore mother aught you no manners?”

  John’s brow pulsed, and he drew his own bde, and the rest of his party joined him. “What did you say to me?”

  “You’ve gooo far,” Oliver said, raising a hand towards both sides, trying to keep them away from one another.

  “I’m just treating him the same way he treated us.”

  “You ’t call another man’s mother a whore and expect things to remain calm,” Oliver said.

  “Absolutely,” Adam replied. “You hear that, Jonn? Sihe boy called your mother a whore, we ’t expect things to remain calm.” Adam nodded his head to his Half Elf panion. “Seems like we’re all in agreement.”

  Oliver was still trying to figure out what happened. “So the boy, John, called the Guardian’s mother a whore?”

  “Yes.”

  Oliver inhaled deeply.

  “You’re both no good, starting fights with each other,” Azar said, sighing.

  “When?” Adam asked.

  “What?”

  “When did we start a fight with them?”

  “You keep goading the young Aldishman,” Azar said.

  “I asked whearted the fight, not how we react wheart the fight,” Adam said.

  “I hear that the Aldishmen from the south do not like Elves because of what they did,” Azar said. “You ot take it to heart.”

  “Alright. Are you Aldish, Oliver?”

  “Yes.”

  “Great,” Adam replied.

  Jurot had stopped butchering, and paused to hear what Adam’s mind had cocted.

  “So because other Aldishme me poorly, that means that I ow start trouble with you. If you react poorly, then you must remember, you ot to take it to heart.” Adam smiled slowly.

  Oliver sighed. ‘Gods take me.’

  “Matter of fact, I heard that the Aswadians have an issue with the Awakened Forest which the Iyrmen have cimed. Quite a lot of Aswadian blood illed because of it.”

  “A minor issue,” Azar said. “We cimed it, but the Iyrmen took it by blood.”

  Adam ughed. “Jurot! You hear that? They cimed it and the Iyrmen took it by blood!” Adam spped his krying not to try.

  Jurot nodded.

  “What?”

  “Damn, that’s so funny. Who told you such a load of auroch shit?” Adam smiled wide.

  “It is well known.”

  “You hear that, Jurot? It’s well known that Aswadia cimed it and the Iyrmen took it by blood. Well known, he says.”

  Jonn remaianding opposite Azar awkwardly.

  “What is so funny?”

  “Jurot, you want to tell him?”

  “It ho cimed the forest,” Jurot said.

  “Of course you’d say that, you’re an Iyrman,” Azar said.

  “No,” Adam said. “He means that it was us. Jurot and I. We were there, along with a handful of other Iyrmen, when the forest emerged. We cimed the forest, and the Aldish, and the Aswadians, tried to cim it. Anyway, that’s beside the point.”

  Adam stood, stretg out his back, leaning backwards and he looked down towards Oliver. “So. John called my man’s mother a whore. You said that we shouldn’t expeain calm after that. One of your men is spouting a bunch of auroch shit about an Awakened Forest, aellihat I start random nonseh you and that you shouldn’t take it to heart because you’re Aldish. He’s also tellihat the Iyrmen here start trouble with him freely, and that he shouldn’t take it to heart because Aswadian soldiers tortured our panions when we were trying to find a cure for Jurot’s mother.”

  Azar looked to Jurot, w if what Adam was saying was the truth. As far as he was aware, the Iyr had taken the forest by blood, and had statio least a thousand Iyrmen there.

  “How are we going to resolve it?” Adam asked, politely.

  Oliver looked at the Iyrmen, who had stood, ing their hands on ss, ready and waiting for a fight. Whatever Adam was saying, regardless of how much he was twisting words, as expected of an Elf, there was an obvious i in starting trouble.

  The farmers gnced between the groups, unsure of what they should do. They had watched the entire se silently.

  “We are currently in the middle of a request to deal with an Outbreak,” Oliver said, sighing. “If you attack him, then he may not be able to perform properly during the request. I will ask that all of you should put aside your differences until the end of the request. Then, you may go for each other’s throat as you please.”

  “He does not need a too swing a sword,” Jurot said, finally.

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  Am I still sick? Yes. Has it ruined my sleep again? Yes.

  Adam's tongue is so devilish.