The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 371 - 290: Inferior Goods

As Luna walked into the smelting area, her eyes were met with a scene of bustling activity.

The scorching air rushed towards her, mixed with the scent of metal and charcoal.

The clanging sounds of iron forging rose and fell, as if playing a rugged labor melody.

In the iron forging area, the crimson molten iron surged in the furnace, while the iron blocks already shaped were placed neatly aside, reflecting a sombre sheen in the firelight.

Finn Arcanus, sweaty from the heat, swung a heavy iron hammer, sparks flying with each strike as a kitchen knife gradually took shape under the weight of the hammer.

Today, Caleb Manning followed Malachi Arcanus to catch wild cattle and sheep, leaving the iron forging tasks to Finn Arcanus.

Finn Arcanus had been helping in the iron forging area, naturally adept at crafting farming implements and iron tools.

And if all else fails, Luna Sutton already drew blueprints long ago, engraved on templates that they could follow.

It did not require much skill, just quite a bit of exertion.

Plus, the furnace’s surrounding temperature was high, causing them to sweat profusely.

Finn Arcanus simply took off his upper-body beast skin clothing, forging shirtless, his bronze skin glistening with oil under the firelight.

The iron hammer struck the red-hot iron block, sparks flying.

Luna Sutton smiled and greeted Finn Arcanus before heading over to Corbin Crowley.

Corbin Crowley was busy with some beastmen, building a new furnace, and when he looked up, he saw her approaching.

He clapped the dirt off his hands, stood up, and walked towards her with a doting smile: "Luna, it’s hot and dirty here, why did you come?"

"I came to see if you’ve built the furnace crookedly."

She smiled softly, noticing his sweat-drenched head and the slight mud on his handsome and unparalleled face; despite the mess, it did not detract from his looks.

Without a second thought, she pulled out a damp beast cloth and gently wiped him clean.

Corbin Crowley’s eyes darkened, suddenly grasping her wrist.

His scorching palm touched her cool skin, his voice hoarse: "Are you flirting with me in front of so many people?"

Luna Sutton’s face flushed as she struggled to break free, "Who’s flirting with you? There’s mud on your face..."

Her sentence unfinished, she was pulled into a grass shed piled with ores nearby.

Corbin Crowley pulled down the beast skin curtain, pressing her against the copper ore pile.

"Did Kian Sterling serve you well last night?"

His fingertip gently rubbed the redness on her neck, his gaze dangerous. "You were so loud the whole tribe heard you."

In theory, he should’ve been used to it, but whenever it was another’s turn at night, jealousy inevitably flared in his heart.

Even knowing she didn’t belong solely to him, needing to share with other beastmen.

From afar, the shouts of beastmen carrying ores echoed, while shafts of light seeped through the grass shed’s gaps.

Luna Sutton’s face grew even redder, a sudden tension rising within her, akin to a feeling of illicit romance in broad daylight.

She cursed internally: Shameless man.

Unable to resist, she spat at him before kicking forward, "This is indecent, everyone is working outside, why drag me in here?"

"Hehe... What do you think I want to do?"

Laughter rumbled beside her ear, his chest vibrating, as his long, powerful legs pinned down upon her knees.

Corbin Crowley leaned down, biting her earlobe, voice muffled: "Of course, something... unspeakable."

Luna Sutton’s waist beast skin belt suddenly loosened, and she was swiftly shifted from the ore pile to a haystack, used for kindling.

Panicked, she pinched his waist’s soft flesh: "What’s gotten into you? There’re loads of people outside..."

"So what?"

Corbin Crowley single-handedly pinned her wrists above her head, while his other hand stroked her taut waistline, "I am your male, even if they hear, they’ll pretend as if they haven’t."

Just as he finished, Finn Arcanus’s voice suddenly rang from outside the grass shed: "Corbin, Zeke Veridian said to fetch some pine wood for the beams..."

The interior of the shed abruptly fell silent.

Corbin Crowley’s handsome face turned dark, extremely unsightly.

Cursing Finn Arcanus internally for his lack of tact.

"Go to the east warehouse and get it."

Corbin Crowley’s voice was tinged with suppressed anger.

Outside, Finn Arcanus heard Corbin Crowley’s roar, his expression extremely embarrassed, his footsteps hesitating in place.

He didn’t want to do such tactless things either, but Zeke Veridian forced him to come, he had no choice.

Since his strength was inferior to Zeke Veridian, he couldn’t beat the opponent.

Cursing Zeke Veridian internally a thousand times over: damn bamboo, afraid of angering Luna Sutton, you commanded me to ruin things...

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zeke Veridian standing in the shadows, his fingertip wind blade swirling, threatening to cut him.

Finn Arcanus shivered all over, steeling himself to shout: "Zeke Veridian said the pine wood in that warehouse isn’t as good as here..."

Luna Sutton’s toes dug into the ground in embarrassment, seizing the opportunity to break free, clumsily climbing out of the haystack, accidentally kicking over a nearby wicker basket filled with charcoal.

She glanced at it but didn’t care, fastened her beast skin skirt, and exited directly, her face flushed red.

Raising her head, she collided with Finn Arcanus’s embarrassed gaze, seeing in the shadows not far off the cold exuding Zeke Veridian, his exquisitely handsome face colder than Ten Thousand Years of Profound Ice.

She adjusted her flushed face, although hadn’t done anything, it felt like being caught in the act of an illicit romance.

Zeke Veridian coldly sneered, stepping out of the shadows: "Seems I should hang a sign by the grass shed door, ’[For Illicit Romances Only]’."

Her face grew even redder, as red as if it might bleed, ready to retort.

Corbin Crowley had already thrown the grass curtain open, striding out with an extremely unpleasant expression, "Zeke Veridian, are you doing this on purpose?"

Zeke Veridian’s fingertip wind blade spun swiftly, the emerald eyes swept over Corbin Crowley’s loosened beast skin waist belt with a chilling gaze: "Sneak a bite without wiping your mouth clean."

Luna Sutton’s mouth twitched, internally grumbling: Haven’t the two even had time to do anything, right?

It almost sounded like something was going on between her and Corbin Crowley.

"Zeke, you’ve misunderstood, there’s nothing between us."

She awkwardly explained.

"Misunderstand?"

Zeke sneered, his gaze icy as it swept towards a certain part of Corbin Crowley, "My eyes aren’t blind."

Following Zeke’s gaze, her ears suddenly blushed to a bright red.

A certain part of Corbin Crowley...

"I..."

She opened her mouth, only to be abruptly pulled behind Corbin Crowley.

"What?" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes narrowed dangerously, surrounded by a gleam of ice crystals, "Are we going to fight?"

Finn Arcanus quietly retreated to avoid being caught in the crossfire, yet he kept his eyes fixed in that direction, his eyes flashing with the fire of excited gossip.

Fight, fight, fight...

Corbin Crowley was at eighth rank, so was Zeke, both had evolved, and he really wanted to see who was stronger.

Luna Sutton, with a flushed face, pulled Corbin Crowley’s arm: "Stop it, everyone’s watching..."

Not far away, several young beastmen pretended to be engrossed in their work, but their ears were perked up high.

The atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.

"What are you looking at?"

Soren Phoenix appeared at some point, the fire-red feather fan suddenly unfolded, "Never seen a couple getting intimate?"

Zeke’s emerald eyes swept over Luna Sutton’s disheveled collar, sneering even more: "Getting so intimate they need to hide in the storeroom, really keen."

"You..."

Corbin Crowley’s fist clenched until it crackled.

"Enough."

Luna Sutton interrupted the farce, pulling Corbin Crowley away, "There’s still plenty of work to be done."

Zeke snorted, stepping into the grass shed to fetch pine wood, his back exuding chill.

Fetching pine wood wasn’t entirely an excuse, otherwise he wouldn’t be here at the refinery area.

Soren Phoenix glanced this way, then that, his peach blossom eyes flashed slightly, then he smiled and left.

...

Three days later, in Aetheria within The Dragon Clan, within the mist-shrouded Dragon Abyss Hall.

Umbra knelt on one knee on the shiny obsidian floor, droplets of sweat beading on his forehead: "Clan Leader, the course of events is as follows. Young Lord Fawkes said, the Young Master went mad trying to kill due to recognizing the wrong savior..."

"Absurd!"

Horace Valerius slammed and shattered the dragon-pattern armrest, his eyes full of fury: "How could Mira mistake it? Months ago, he spared no expense using his heart blood to break Luna Sutton’s Lost Face Curse, proving he recognized correctly, and Lyle Sutton only has one daughter."

The anger filled the hall, pressing down on the three hidden guards almost to suffocation.

Strix courageously raised his head: "But Young Lord Fawkes said, Young Master didn’t find the peach blossom mark that night, which is why he recognized the fake..."

"Indeed a fake."

Horace Valerius’s cold laugh grew louder, "But the body is real, The Sorceress warned at her death, Mira didn’t believe."

Umbra’s pupils shook hugely, as if hearing a colossal secret, "Clan Leader means?"

"The real Luna Sutton is long dead, the current Luna Sutton is just a solitary spirit occupying another’s body."

Horace Valerius coldly laughed descending the jade steps, "The Sorceress warned, the third one hinted obscurely. Unfortunately, Mira stubbornly didn’t believe evil, as if we would harm him, rather he kept defending that imposter, causing chaos within The Dragon Clan."

The anger grew more pronounced as the statement extended.

If predicted correctly, Mira must have discovered the truth, hence the sudden madness trying to kill.

If he had listened to him earlier, none of this would have happened, nor would he have lost his memory.

Not entirely memory loss, just forgot everything about Luna Sutton.

The child obsessed too much with feelings, forgetting is relief.

Hidden behind the porch pillar outside the hall, Mael Valerius stood quietly eavesdropping.

He initially came to inquire about something, unexpectedly hearing these words.

"Recognizing the wrong savior," "fake," "heart blood," "solitary spirit," these words slithered into the ears like venomous snakes.

He wanted to rush in to inquire, but then he heard his father’s voice from inside:

"It’s just as well Mira forgot about that female. Send out orders, in three days I’ll personally choose a main wife for the Young Master."

Umbra hesitantly asked: "What about the Lower Domain..."

"Young Lord Fawkes’s brats dared injure Mira..."

Horace Valerius’s golden eyes narrowed, dragon scales emerged on the back of his hand within his sleeve, "Send The Black-armored Guard to teach them a lesson. Remember, no fatalities."

"Yes!"

Umbra, Strix, and Corvus answered in unison.

Umbra recalled something, suddenly took out two green bricks from his travel pack, "Clan Leader, these were brought from The Wolf Tribe, named green bricks, supposedly for building houses."

Horace Valerius took the green bricks, rubbed his fingers along their surface, suddenly coldly laughed: "Inferior quality."

The green bricks crumbled to dust in his hand, scattering on the ground: "The Dragon Clan palace needs jade bricks, beast crystals for proper match."

As he turned, his dragon-pattern beast robe swept over the remnants, "But it’s good for building beast pens."