Free Web NovelChapter 526: Chapter 527: Shouldn’t Call Her Auntie_1
The campfire was lit beneath the treehouse, and everyone gathered under the tree to partake in the overdue lunch.
"I asked you to get some ingredients, not necessarily to hunt a whole deer..." Aiden said, gazing at the prey in front of him, somewhat dumbfounded.
"I brought you guys this rare delicacy since you civilized folk lack the ability to survive independently in the wild; what’s there to be dissatisfied about?" Lamia put her hands on her hips, proudly sticking out her chest.
"Without tools, how are we supposed to cook it?" Aiden surveyed the deer, its neck broken, not knowing where to begin.
"I’ll tear it into small pieces for you to eat directly. Some of the organs are quite tasty raw. I recommend the liver."
"You eat the large intestine raw too?" Aiden couldn’t help but think of the "big intestine sashimi" joke.
"Can you even eat that?"
"Actually, if it’s cleaned properly and cooked well, it can be quite delicious," Aiden said.
"Your taste in food is too exotic," Lamia shook her head.
"I should still be within the range of normal, but as for you..." Aiden shrugged, "you’ve completely transcended humanity."
"Although I’m no longer human, I still retain some human parts." Lamia’s hands grew claw-like blades, "I’ll handle the skinning and slicing; you guys just take care of roasting it."
Aiden turned his head to see Qiqimora already sitting next to Tony, eagerly persuading, "Don’t worry, the top witch herself is a man-made demon offspring; she definitely has a way to maintain your normal human state. What’s the use of having such a Divine Artifact if you don’t have a body that can function normally?"
"I’ve heard of the great top witch Abigail," Tony replied timidly, "Are you friends with her, Auntie?"
"Aun—Auntie?" Qiqimora’s expression froze.
Aiden felt as if the air around them had solidified with it.
"Eh? Uh..." Tony hadn’t realized the reason yet and was a bit at a loss for what to do next.
"You shouldn’t call them auntie," Aiden pointed out the reason from the sideline.
"Exactly!" Qiqimora muttered.
"The generational hierarchy is wrong; considering their ages, you should at least call the two of them ’grandma’ to show respect," Aiden continued.
In an instant, Lamia’s blade-like claws moved beside Aiden.
"Make your last words short," Lamia said coldly.
Qiqimora’s face visibly darkened.
"Just kidding." Aiden raised his hands, "But I’m surprised you’re so concerned about age."
Just in terms of age, Abigail was undoubtedly of the grandma generation; Lamia was from the last century, and as for Qiqimora, she seemed to be one of the earliest members of the current witches’ gathering.
Calling them ’grandma’ might even be considered flattering their youthfulness...
"Why else do you think we maintain our youthful appearance? For fun?" Lamia said matter-of-factly, "If that kid called you ’uncle,’ would you accept it peacefully?"
"I understand," Aiden said with a bitter smile.
The difference was only seven or eight years; indeed, it was somewhat unbearable for someone in their late teens to address him as a senior.
"Why do you consider him a peer but think we are older?" Qiqimora began to complain to Tony.
"This..." Tony blinked, "might be a difference in temperament."
"Speaking of facts, you’re quite accurate," Aiden commented.
"Shut up!" Qiqimora glared at him discontentedly.
"Alright, you’re so eager to make a deal with him now, have you already contacted Abigail?" Aiden asked.
"I contacted Abigail while you guys were chatting," Qiqimora said. "She agreed, but she had one condition."
"What condition?"
"The Hand of Oblivion needs to be temporarily placed with her," Qiqimora’s face darkened again, "I still need to discuss this matter with her properly."
"What does she plan to do with it?"
"She’s probably planning to use it as leverage to have Qiqimora help her at the right moment, her time is approaching too," Lamia interjected. "Now that Qiqimora is also a saint on par with her, it’s truly enviable."
"She has her own plan then?" Aiden realized they were speaking of Abigail’s preparation in searching for the sole authority of "life."
"Probably, she only mentions it occasionally and never reveals any specific details to anyone," Lamia shrugged her shoulders; unlike Qiqimora, she didn’t have much enthusiasm for joint actions among witches.
Aiden was quite aware that the witches’ gathering wasn’t united as one, and when it came to the sole authority, Abigail wouldn’t be likely to help Qiqimora out for no reason. It would be better for them to handle their internal affairs themselves. freewebnovёl.ƈom
However, just as Abigail had said before, in the matter of searching for the authority of "life," she had no intention of proactively asking for Aiden’s help, nor had she considered taking Aiden’s side against "Love Goddess" Melissa.
Finding an ally really isn’t easy, Aiden thought.
Thinking this, he turned his gaze to Tony: "Tony, have you made up your mind?"
"If the trade is guaranteed..." Tony replied softly.
"If I act as a witness, there should be no problem," Aiden said. "I have a way to make both parties keep their promises."
The rules of the Wordless Code can be used to create unbreakable contracts.
"Besides that, I have another condition," Tony said seriously. "I want revenge, I hope..."
"That we lend you a hand?" Lamia flicked her forked tongue. "Don’t worry about that, little devil. We also have a personal grudge against that guy; he is our common enemy." freeωebnovēl.c૦m
Qiqimora didn’t speak, which was taken as a silent agreement.
Aiden looked around at the others in the room; all four present had been wronged by Mr. Bloodcoat.
At least in dealing with Mr. Bloodcoat, this could be considered as having found an ally.
"So rest up, and we’ll head to the nearby city this afternoon. We need to arrange our departure from this country as soon as possible," Aiden said indifferently. After causing such a big incident in this country, the place was truly not suitable for them to stay. It had been many days and he was also concerned about the current state of the prison, "Tony, you will come with me to the autonomous province."
"The autonomous province?" Tony blinked.
"I’m from there," Aiden explained. "For now, you can’t be too far from the range of the Divine Artifact I hold, and in the end, if you want to make the trade, you’ll need me to act as a witness."
"Mr. Gald, you aren’t really related to the trade itself anymore, so why do you care so much about me?" Tony asked cautiously.
"Sympathy," Aiden answered plainly.
Tony was stunned for a moment, then smiled somewhat helplessly: "Well, it’s at least better than lying."
