The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 372 - 291: Unbinding

Umbra thought that since it was necessary to pile up the beast pens, it would be useful, so he repeated the price Luna Sutton reported verbatim.

"Twenty pieces of snow mink fur for one cart?"

Horace Valerius raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with mockery, "Just trade with beast crystals."

He flicked out a pigeon egg-sized purple crystal stone, "With this quality, one stone for five carts."

"Yes, Clan Leader."

Umbra took the pigeon egg-sized purple crystal stone, observing the halo flowing on the surface of the crystal, "Clan Leader, the Wolf Tribe seems to have some novel items."

"No need to say more."

Horace Valerius raised his hand to interrupt, a disdainful curve at the corner of his mouth, "Just a mere Lower Domain Tribe, even if they luckily tinker with some novel gadgets, it’s not worth the Dragon Clan’s attention." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Seeing the Clan Leader’s attitude, Umbra said no more, cradling the pigeon egg-sized purple crystal stone as he withdrew.

Strix and Corvus followed closely as they departed.

When the three hidden guards exited the Dragon Abyss Hall, they unexpectedly found Mael Valerius leaning against a pillar outside the hall.

Umbra and the others were taken aback, seemingly not expecting the Young Master to be eavesdropping.

"Greetings, Young Master."

Umbra, Strix, and Corvus all bowed respectfully.

Mael Valerius gestured them off-mannered exemptions, his dark-golden eyes fixed on the purple crystal stone in Umbra’s hand, "So, Father intends to use beast crystals to exchange for those green bricks?"

After a moment of hesitation, Umbra nodded and said, "Yes, the Clan Leader said one beast crystal for five carts of green bricks."

Mael Valerius sneered, his ink-colored long hair fluttering in the breeze.

He withdrew his gaze from the purple crystal stone, frowning as he asked, "Was everything you said earlier true?"

Corvus instinctively wanted to speak.

Umbra stopped him, placed the crystal stone into his bosom, and said respectfully, "If Young Master is asking about Luna Sutton... the truth we found is indeed so."

Mael Valerius’s sneer deepened, his fingers clasped so tightly they were pale.

No wonder his feelings for that Lower Domain female were so complicated.

Full of love, hate, and resentment.

He suddenly tore open the beast skin clothing on his chest, revealing a small Candle Dragon Mark, which was also his companion mark with Luna Sutton.

Not knowing the truth before, the companion mark remained, but now it was indeed unnecessary.

"Young Master?"

Strix sensed something was amiss and spoke up instinctively.

"Since she’s a fraud..."

Mael Valerius condensed a beam of golden light at his fingertips and fiercely stabbed into the chest mark, "This companion mark doesn’t need to stay."

Umbra, Strix, and Corvus exchanged glances, not expecting the Young Master to be so decisive.

As madly as he had loved before, he now severed just as cleanly and efficiently.

Love and hate all boiled down to a single thought.

But the three also thought Luna Sutton deserved it.

It was bad enough she occupied someone else’s body and still audaciously tried to deceive the Young Master’s feelings, craving love that didn’t belong to her, and it was a lenience that the Young Master didn’t kill her outright.

Even though the Young Master was the one to pursue initially, if Luna Sutton had disclosed the truth when they first met.

Stating that she was not the young female who saved the Young Master as a child, the Young Master probably wouldn’t have pestered her or done anything to her.

The Young Master may be crazy, but he’s not one to kill the innocent or be unreasonable.

Such a female doesn’t deserve the Young Master.

However, the novel gadgets she tampered with were quite impressive.

The backlash from forcefully dissolving the companion mark came swiftly.

Mael Valerius grunted, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, his aura rapidly waning, his strength dropping from the Eighth Rank to the Seventh.

"Mira!"

Hearing this, Horace Valerius rushed out of the hall and his face changed dramatically upon the scene, "Are you insane? Forcefully dissolving the mark will damage your foundation!"

Mael Valerius wiped the blood from his mouth indifferently, "It’s just a fraud, what’s the point of keeping this mark?"

As he said this, a sudden stabbing pain hit his chest, as if something important was forcibly stripped away.

But the sensation disappeared swiftly, so quickly he thought it an illusion.

Horace Valerius looked at his son’s pale face, a flicker of pain in his eyes, "Someone, take the Young Master to the Sacred Pool for healing!"

"No need."

Mael Valerius pushed away the attendant who stepped forward to support him, "I’ll go myself."

As he turned, his dark-golden beast robe flapped in the wind, his silhouette as straight as a pine, showing no signs of the backlash he had just suffered.

Horace Valerius watched his son’s receding silhouette, suddenly breaking into tears, "He finally... finally figured it out..."

Umbra and the others exchanged glances, not daring to make a sound.

"Pass down the order."

Horace Valerius quickly collected his emotions, his voice regaining authority, "In three days, the Dragon Clan will host a grand banquet, inviting esteemed females from all clans. The Phoenix Clan, The Celestian Clan, The Baize Clan, The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, The Aethel Serpent Clan, The White Tiger Clan, The Roc Clan... not one less!"