Capítulo 21: Stab

The moon elf lord can only scratch his head. Though he is alone with a gorgeously naked stranger in the middle of the night, this one is injured and needs immediate medical help. Don't ask him to take advantage of this male, who in their right mind will sexualize a bloodied patient?

Luis is in a very helpless situation. He needs to take this man back to the camp.

The moon elf lord dispelled his low-heal skill and maintain the revitalize skill to at least conserve his mental strength.

"Whatever, handsome. Don't blame me if we travel while you are naked. I don't have time to stress myself about your clothes." He piggybacked and flew with the unconscious male with his enhanced strength.

'This hottie is full of meat that he's heavy!' Luis thought with a grunt.

However, Luis admits that he is indeed a pervert. A shallow and fickle-minded pervert.

Feeling the hard chest and washboard abs offsets the hardship that he is sufferinf. Plus the occasional stabbing of that dangling thing on the back of his legs.

Dear moon goddess. Glory to thee Tree of Life. It was all worth it!

The moon elf lord flew back when he heard a milky calling of a baby beast. "Chirp!"

The chick is poking its head out of a gap in the tree's roots. Its expression is the same as when Luis first sees it. Judgmental stare and protruding beak that gives an illusion of a distasteful pout.

Luis cannot help the corner of his lips but rise. 'Right, as if you didn't cowardly run earlier,' he thought, mockingly.

"I am leaving this place. If you need me to fly you back to your nest just signal it, express it however you can or else I will just leave you here." Luis warned while hovering a few inches above the ground.

The tiny critter blinked twice. Then a small air funnel rotated around its bird feet. This served as little birdie's ejector, propelling it towards Luis.

It gracefully landed on the roof of Luis's foot.

"And what do you mean by that, little guy?"

"Chirp." It looked at the peak of the tree.

"All right you are in for a ride." The moon elf lord said, somehow understanding what the bird is telling.

Luis flattened his foot stably so the hitcher chick will not fall as he ascend higher.

"There are no nests here! Just where did you come from?" Luis said after reaching the top of a five hundred feet tree. It only has wide blankets of leaves with a few parasitic vines attached to its thick branches.

Clearly, this isn't the home of this fluffy yet cocky chick.

"Where should I leave you?" Luis inquired once again. But the chick only blinked at him bored then turned his stare at the distance. Cannot be bothered to answer.

Luis feels like his head veins palpitating.

"Alright, I'll take you with me for now! I'll ask Nicol if they know anything about your kind then ship you back to your parents. I still have a patient on my back so you better hold tight!" He said, admitting defeat.

It's as good as taking care of a cranky old cat.

"Ouch! Do not cling too hard! Your talons are sharp!"

"Chirp!"

And the moon elf lord started his energy-draining journey back to the camp.

Xagrien woke up when he felt something warm touch his eyelids.

The hot sun made a dotted display of light with the cloth that serves as the tent.

Xagrien urged his body to sit on the wooden bed he is laying down. He is expecting to feel the pain piercing through his back but it never came.

'Am I healed?' he tried to touch his wound only to feel a scabbed line.

'Where am I?' Xagrien is alerted when he senses someone approaching. He didn't say this to anyone but as a four-star warrior and his weird body, his sense is sharper than most moon elves and even orcs that he now.

He can feel the presence of a few moon elves heading towards this tent.

Xagrien stood up but he became distracted when he feel the peculiar set clothes that is cling to his body.

These clothes are divided into two, one covers his upper body and the other is encasing both his legs like a tube, it has a string that is clinging to his hips, preventing it from slipping.

"What kind of dress is this?" Rogues like him only have the chance to wear animal skin armour and dresses. Of course, he had seen moon elves belonging to a clan wearing the same kind of cloth during his travels.

However, he had never seen such a style.

It fits his body but it isn't that tight. It was almost perfect.

Aside from the weird feeling of having his manhood pressing on his left leg, he can feel that such a wardrobe is easy to move around.

"Oh, you are awake now. Good morning!" Xagrien almost forgot the arrival of this group of strangers because of the clothes he is wearing.

"Did you sleep comfortably? You must be, considering that you are out for two days. The speed of your recovery is quite commendable. It is finally scabbing after I spent a lot of time treating that with my low-heal skill."

'Two days?' Xagrien thought that he heard it wrongly. In the past, the longest time that he spent unconscious after his rampage is only a day. How can it become double?

He watched the moon elf who told him this.

The first one that entered the tent and talked is an immature bearer who is probably fifteen to sixteen years old, his hands are cupping an arrogant-looking fluffy chick.

"Chirp!" the chick sound after seeing him.

The youth was accompanied by two powerful warriors that could be in the realm of four stars while the other is a bearer who is dressed like a servant, this bearer shot him with a sharp glare.

Xagrien's benefactor might be of high status in the clan. He thoughtfully watched the smiling bearer that saved him.

This one must be the most beautiful bearer that he had ever seen.

The beautiful dark green eyes of this bearer are full of mirth and youthfulness. His face is visually pleasing to the eyes with its soft yet refined features, the soft hair that is swaying until the slender white neck is as black as a starless night sky. All these make the youth look appealing.

The atmosphere that this young bearer is both light and full of smiles.

Xagrien thought that it is natural that this one will become popular with others once he matures.

But that is none of his concerns. He needs to go back home. Xagrien is not sure how long he was out. He is afraid that his comrades will do something desperate to find him.

They may be rogues with a terrible reputation outside but they are family to one another. Not even the clans can offer this degree of security.

Their group is protective towards its members so he knows that his absence must made his comrades worry.

"I am thankful for treating my wound but I need to go back to my clan." Xagrien stared directly at the others' tantalizing dark-green eyes, he doesn't understand why but he can feel that it is oddly familiar.

As if he had seen it closely in the past. He cannot take the intensity of the stare so he focused on the young man's lips. It is pink and looks so soft.

Xagrien felt bothered.

"I am willing to exchange your kindness and your hospitality with some meat of three-star beasts. Just specify the amount. I will send it to you." Xagrien continued with a straight face, clearing his mind from any thoughts.

"Oh ho? So you will just pay me after we spent our time inside the woods?" The youthful bearer ambiguously said.

Xagrien almost choked on his saliva. 'Did he just r*ped an immature bearer?'

All of a sudden the atmosphere inside the tent almost dropped to the freezing point.

He can feel the glares of these three followers. The energy around feels like boiling and the body of this group became shrouded in red and brown energy.

This is a blatant provocation of the other side.

Xagrien boldly emitted his thunder power in the face of the pressure of the three. He didn't restrain his energy, exposing his true strength.

The bearer who has the power of the earth gasped, "Four stars?!"

The other two strong warriors are also taken aback. This moon elf looks young, at best it should be at the early stage of the three-star warrior.

"Now, now. Put away your powers guys. There is no need to be agitated." Xagrien's benefactor tried to pacify the tension. He is quite surprised that he is not bothered by the strong suppression from multiple powers around him.

Xagrien found this suspicious. What strong clan did these people belong to?

"I will let you go after our little talk, Mr Handsome." The little white-faced bearer stroked the little chick with a bulbous body affectionately while looking at him.

Xagrien's heart felt as if it was tickled by furs. The feeling was both comfortable yet exciting.

It was like he is the one being stroked by that slender fingers.

However, Xagrien's eyes turned daggers upon hearing the next words.

"Besides you might want to settle scores with the one who knows your secret, right?" the young bearer smugly rolled his tongue, teasing the tension in Xagrien's heart.