Chapter 8 The Audaciously Large Dragon Egg Feast_1

"I once sang the Spirit Communication war song in your presence, allowing you to learn my language. If I can't decipher these texts, but you can, does that mean this wonderful text composed entirely of lines is the product of your world?" Helen asked.

"I think so."

"So, it seems the God of War not only bestowed upon us Beamon you, a natural Soul Singer, our Lord also granted you a natural Magical Beast companion." Helen regretfully stroked the rough shell of the Giant Tortoise: "What a pity, before establishing any merit, your companion has already fallen in battle."

"Isn't that a misunderstanding?" Liu Zhenhan found it somewhat ludicrous: "Actually, I wanted to summon it to ask how I could return to my original world."

"You want to leave me? Richard?" Helen's eyes reddened.

"I, I was just thinking..." Liu Zhenhan felt a bit guilty.

"I suppose the sacred hall only needs a devout sacrifice, perhaps I was too wishful in my thinking." Helen turned her head away, her shoulders quivering slightly.

"Helen..." Liu Zhenhan tightly clenched his fingers in an uncomfortable manner. His heart ached immensely, but he did not know how to begin comforting her.

"Since the God of War Kampas brought you here, there must be a reason." Helen suddenly lifted her head, giving Liu Zhenhan a sly smile: "Now this Magical Beast has returned to the embrace of Kampas, let's see how you return to your original world!"

Who says the Fawkes tribe is cunning! Liu Zhenhan found Helen's crafty expression really lived up to that reputation!

With no hope of returning home, Liu Zhenhan had no choice but to face reality again.

As if nothing had happened, Helen obediently took the fish spine pinned to her hair, unraveling the thread on her robe, and began to sew the torn wolf-skin package for Liu Zhenhan. He was also lacking a pair of boots. Helen sewed very carefully, the dense stitches exhibiting her tender care.

Liu Zhenhan crouched beside Helen, feeling extremely guilty. After pondering for a while, he couldn't find any words to comfort Helen.

He knew that Helen still had a knot in her heart. It was indeed very selfish of him at the time. He was only thinking of himself, completely disregarding her. If he could go back, would he really just abandon Helen? Liu Zhenhan suddenly realized that even if he could go back, he might not be brave enough to make that final decision.

To ease the slightly awkward atmosphere, Liu Zhenhan and Helen randomly chatted about all sorts of topics, from the time when they had slaughtered those three little magic wolves, to the point where the two of them had brought about the mutual annihilation of their magical beasts.

When Helen learned that this she-wolf was likely the mate of the Magic Wolf that had attacked Liu Zhenhan during the day, she couldn't help but feel a little regretful. She said that they should have spared the little magic wolves that were still breastfeeding. They shouldn't have been that ruthless; the reproduction of magical beasts is quite difficult.

Liu Zhenhan also sighed, stating that both the model and the Wolf were pretty great; two great mothers.

Liu Zhenhan was gradually becoming accustomed to Helen's manner of speaking. Although he thought Helen's way of speaking was a bit intricate, he still managed to learn quite quickly, fluently using words like "Wolf", perhaps due to the influence of the Spirit Communication War song.

Helen gradually got used to Liu Zhenhan's "quirky" way of speaking, occasionally letting out an "Obischillaci" as an emotional exclamation.

Suddenly Helen slapped her head and shrieked.

"What's wrong? My girl?" Liu Zhenhan was taken aback.

"You're such a dummy!" Helen pounded Liu Zhenhan's chest, her little fists knocking like a drum: "You didn't tell me that, so I forgot! That model was pregnant! Why did you just burn her with fire? The hatchling from her egg would have been a powerful Subspecies of Dragon Magical Beast!"

"Huh?" Liu Zhenhan suddenly remembered.

"The stronger the Magical Beast, the greater the pride. The God of War must have felt that your strength was not enough to make a Subspecies of Dragon Magical Beast submit to you, so he gifted you a pregnant version, which had clearly lost a significant amount of blood and was struggling to lay its eggs, with the expectation that you would incubate the magical beast egg!" Helen's beautiful face was filled with regret.

"Kampas! Bloody hell! Dare to trick me!" Liu Zhenhan was so angry his mouth was crooked, in his heart he was spewing curses.

"How can a subspecies of Dragon Magical Beast be defeated by a Wind System Magic Wolf? It was because the dragon was pregnant and lost too much blood during labor!" The more Helen thought about it, the more upset she was, and she gave Liu Zhenhan two more heavy punches.

Liu Zhenhan pretended to be near vomiting blood due to the punches, trying to gain sympathy.

"Do you know how rare a Subspecies of Dragon Magical Beasts are?" Helen pouted, poking Liu Zhenhan's forehead with her finger.

"Miss Helen Lina! I swear to the almighty God Kampas! I definitely will catch another Subspecies of Dragon Magical Beast as a magical pet!" Liu Zhenhan swore with utmost sincerity.

"The dragon is the most powerful creature on the continent! They have wisdom no lesser than humans. A subspecies of Dragon Magical Beast is their offspring produced by breeding with other powerful magical beasts. Do you think their subspecies are easy to find?" Helen began counting on her fingers: "In the whole of the Donau Wasteland, in all our provinces' temples, among over four hundred priests, only one Great Shaman Wei An, four main priests, and a few high-ranking priests have a Subspecies of Dragon Magical Beast! Even in the wealthiest human nations across the Aegean Continent, there are only slightly over fifty Sub-dragon Knights and two Dragon Knights!"

"So it turns out that the dragons here and the ones we know are alike, being quite lustful." Liu Zhenhan said in his heart.

Seeing Liu Zhenhan in silence, Helen thought Liu Zhenhan was blaming himself, so she quickly comforted him, "My dear Richard, don't be upset. You've never experienced the aura of a Subspecies of Dragon Magical Beast, so you can't be fully blamed for this oversight."

Liu Zhenhan twisted his mouth, his face showed both disappointment and nonchalance. He didn't feel any loss at all.

"But I still feel regretful!" Helen took the fish bone needle in her hand, and said to Richard's arm, "Let me give you a poke to vent my frustration!"

"Go ahead!"

Helen clenched her silver teeth twice but still didn't dare to do it.

"Haha, I knew you would feel bad for me! Hey, your scare made me a little hungry." Richard stood up and started looking around for food.

The coconuts and roast meat they had brought were all on the cliff, and Helen spread her hands to show she had nothing on her.

"Ah..." Richard's eyes flickered, and he had another idea.

"Richard, what are you planning to do?" Helen looked surprised as Richard, with a mischievous face, took his sickle and headed towards the turtle's carcass.

"I'm finding something to eat." Richard crouched down.

"Haha!" Richard discarded his sickle and pulled out a turtle egg the size of a melon with a cloud of black smoke on the front of the shell from being burnt, while the back was adorably white. The hot eggshell caused Richard to keep changing hands.

"You want to eat this?" Helen asked with her eyebrows furrowed.

"There's a saying, 'turtle eggs are so precious that even immortals wouldn't trade them'!" Richard put the huge turtle egg on the grass, picked up his versatile sickle, and chopped it into four quarters as if cutting a watermelon.

"Dear Miss Helen, would I have the honor to invite you to lunch with me?" Holding a quarter of the egg, Richard bowed to Helen.

"Honorable gentleman, please enjoy it yourself." Helen shook her half-formed boot and said, "I need to prepare essential equipment for my lover's journey."

Richard took a single bite and devoured the sugar heart in the turtle egg. The roasting time wasn't enough, and the yolk was still solid, emitting an enticing gloss.

Guoguo also jumped off Richard's head and unceremoniously began to nibble on an egg quarter roughly his size.

"Guoguo, eat more!" Like a competition, Richard gestured with one hand while biting into his portion.

"Richard!" Helen stopped her needlework and couldn't help but say, "I won't blame you for eating the eggs of your Magical Beast, but you must never eat your own Magical Beast! Do you hear me?"

"While I don't have emotional attachment, I wouldn't eat my own Magical Beast, would I?" Richard felt that Helen was thinking too ill of him.

"That would be best. I feel like you'll eat anything. By the way," Helen laughed again, "your cooking skills are quite good, your food is delicious, even more delicious than what the Hobbit Halflings cook."

"What are Hobbit Halflings?" Richard finished one quarter and picked up another.

"Hobbit Halflings are our Beamon neighbors, and inhabitants of the Donau Wasteland. They are only as tall as normal human children, born gourmands. Their only hope is to be surrounded by beautiful dishes, they have no other pursuits." Helen frowned and said, "Richard, could you... when you're eating... not make such sounds? Although I know Piegel people usually eat like this, but can you stop, please?"

Richard blushed as a result of such comments. He noticed even Guoguo, the little guy, had perfectly mimicked him, chewing while chomping noise.

"Piegel? Have I fully transformed into a pig-man now?" Richard touched his nose, feeling a little regretful.

There were countless times he wanted to talk about his previous world with Helen, but every time he was about to talk about it, he swallowed the words back. He knew that Helen, the innocent girl, wouldn't be able to accept a world where humans could slaughter any creature at will.

Just have to blend in like this, be a pig-man then! Richard took another big bite of the egg white.

He chewed with his mouth closed this time.

Helen couldn't help but giggle, covering her mouth.

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Considering some brothers complained that my text is not long enough and are unhappy, I will increase the word count to 3500 tonight. Actually, I don't really want to do this. Isn't it all for ranking? Isn't it all for publishing? I rejected another publishing house today. They wanted the VIP copyright, but I couldn't give it, because then I wouldn't be able to post it online. (Will someone think I am bragging? Hehe... This is the second one I've rejected... Believe it or not, it's up to you...)

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