359. Outbreak VI

359. Outbreak VI

Lucy sat down beside Adam as the others continued to 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 forgot that you looked just like a kid when we first met.”

“Are you hitting on me?”

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

Health: 51 -> 50

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 muscular now 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.

Lucy narrowed 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 clenched 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 placed 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 near the fire.

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

Mikayla, 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 blade. 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 land, there were so few who could cast so many Third Gate spells. Once an 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 Fourth Gate spells?’ Mikayla thought. ‘I will need to 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 companion called. “Say what you want about the Elf, but be careful of the Iyrmen.”

“Or what?” the punk snapped at 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 needs to be more original 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, ignoring the punk, staring at the fire nearby. The punk had called for a bastard, and not a decent 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 stronger than you,” Jonn stated, simply. He wasn’t going to let some petulant child try and talk down to him.

“So you think you can do whatever you like because you’re stronger than me?” The punk glared at Jonn.

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

“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 when we started the fight, not how we react when they start the fight,” Adam said.

“I hear that the Aldishmen from the south do not like Elves because of what they did,” Azar said. “You cannot 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 concocted.

“So because other Aldishmen treat me poorly, that means that I can now start trouble with you. If you react poorly, then you must remember, you cannot 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 claimed. Quite a lot of Aswadian blood was spilled because of it.”

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

Adam laughed. “Jurot! You hear that? They claimed it and the Iyrmen took it by blood!” Adam slapped his knee, trying 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 claimed it and the Iyrmen took it by blood. Well known, he says.”

Jonn remained standing opposite Azar awkwardly.

“What is so funny?”

“Jurot, you want to tell him?”

“It was we who claimed 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 claimed the forest, and the Aldish, and the Aswadians, tried to claim it. Anyway, that’s beside the point.”

Adam stood, stretching 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 expect to remain calm after that. One of your men is spouting a bunch of auroch shit about an Awakened Forest, and he’s telling me that I can start random nonsense with you and that you shouldn’t take it to heart because you’re Aldish. He’s also telling me that the Iyrmen here can start trouble with him freely, and that he shouldn’t take it to heart because Aswadian soldiers tortured our companions when we were trying to find a cure for Jurot’s mother.”

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

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

Oliver looked at the Iyrmen, who had stood, cleaning their hands on some rags, 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 intent in starting trouble.

The farmers glanced between the groups, unsure of what they should do. They had watched the entire scene 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 tongue to 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.