Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 205 - 3_1

Chapter 205: Chapter 3_1

Since we have mentioned Elves and Night Elves, it must be observed how they differ in appearance and personality.

Elves are very fair, with long ears, emanating detachedness and preferring to avoid contact with people. They long for nature and tend to go with the flow.

On the other hand, Night Elves are very dark, with shorter ears, known for their craftiness and worship of destruction. All their habits are formed around this principle.

Thus, it is not difficult to see that the hatred between Night Elves and Elves cannot even be extinguished by the melting of Mount Tamerlarya.

Being one of the prince’s heirs, Delsa is no exception. Compared to ordinary Night Elves, he knows many more secrets, which deepen his hatred towards Elves.

If initially he felt helpless upon arriving on the Aegean Continent, he now has a goal, to find the Elves, to take revenge on the Elves. As for the revenge methods, Delsa dislikes bloodshed and doesn’t mind sacrificing himself.

With these feelings in mind, Delsa’s keen hearing picks up the sound of something falling, not too far off, only a few dozen blades away.

Leaping over the trees obstructing his view, he sees a Beamon that appears to be the height of a human child convulsing on the ground. Its tall white hat reveals two twisted braids, and it is entirely enveloped in a yellow floral dress. It has no shoes on, and its bare feet are covered in mud. Beside it, there is a water container.

Without any hesitation, Delsa leaps back to retrieve the unconscious Nightingale and drags it to the shore. He takes out an object from his pocket that’s about the size and shape of a large sea creature, snaps his fingers, and a wisp of green flame emerges. Amidst the flames, the large sea creature-shaped object emits a cloud of white smoke. The Nightingale’s nostrils expand as it opens its small bird eyes.

The Nightingale does not question why it was rendered unconscious but absorbs the white smoke like an addict, not even flapping its wings, for fear the white smoke would disperse.

"I didn’t think there would be a Beamon here when I threw you into the creek for a clean-up. I’m borrowing some bird droppings to counteract the poison," Delsa says with an indifferent attitude, pinching his nose.

Upon hearing this, the Nightingale sweeps its wings, prompting the round object emitting white smoke on the ground to roll far away. Ripples resembling water appear in the sky. Seeing this, Delsa leaps into the air, shouting, "Kampas above, I’ve offered you food and drink, and now even smoke. I merely asked for some bird feces to save a life. You’re giving me attitude. Fine, go! Just don’t come back."

The Nightingale swishes gorgeously towards the ripples, managing to dodge Delsa with great agility.

"I originally planned to ask the Beamon where the Phoenix is. It seems I can save my breath now."

Upon landing, Delsa murmurs audibly enough for the Nightingale to hear. Delsa feels a leaf being swept by the Nightingale’s flight speed, lightly cutting an opening on his face. He then loses sight of the Nightingale.

When he leaps over the forest and sees the scene beyond, he can’t help but vomit.....

Perform all kindness to the very end, carry the Buddha all the way to the west.

Delsa throws the small hobbit, who lay twitching beside the Nightingale, into the creek. After some agitation, the pitch-black water gradually regains its past clarity.

The hobbit coughs and regains consciousness after choking on water.

"Thank you." Once he realises it was Delsa who saved him, the hobbit gratefully acknowledges him, subconsciously pulling the neckline of his yellow floral dress closed, revealing his fair skin.

"Don’t be afraid. I’m just a wandering bard on a journey, and this is my companion." Delsa says in a gentlemanly manner, while ruthlessly stepping on the claw of the bird beneath his foot, causing it to rotate a full 108 degrees. The bird can only silently gaze at Delsa with resentment, praying for a day when the roles would be reversed.

"So you are going to..." The hobbit, being oblivious, seems unfazed by the bird’s resentment and inquired while putting on a vigilant face.

"Mount Tamerlarya." Delsa’s gaze is full of longing, as though Mount Tamerlarya is within close reach from there.

"But this is Bai Ling Mountain Range." Finally able to talk about a topic he was familiar with, the Hobbit showed great enthusiasm, "You’re heading the wrong way. If you continue through this forest, you will end up in Ink Crystal Valley."

"Oh?" Delsa began considering how to obtain a map of the Aegean Continent. Aegean’s eyes softened at the Hobbit’s use of the term "we".

"It’s said that Elves reside there." The hobbit’s hushed revelation immediately narrowed Delsa’s mental map to Ink Crystal Valley.

"And phoenixes too." These words brought tears to Aegean’s eyes, and droplets fell, corroding tiny holes in the ground.

"Sorry, I used to beg for meals in the kingdom of humans." Delsa subtractly revealed his ignorance.

"You must be hybrid Elf." The Hobbit, finally sure that this large guy bore no weapons, loosened his collar showing Delsa his fair skin, and extended both his hands, "I am a Hobbit Halfling."

"The one that knows how to cook?" Repeated fleeing had taken a toll on Delsa. The sight of the Hobbit’s fair skin caused his mind to swirl. He finally recalled information about the race, but he couldn’t help swallowing hard.

This expression strengthened her belief that Delsa had tasted the food prepared by her people. She patted herself generously, "As thanks for saving my life, lunch will be on me."

And so, Delsa followed the Hobbit, bird leg in hand, back to her tribe.

In the Aegean Continent, there are several well-known facts.

The first is the hospitality of the Halflings, the second is the indifference of Elves, the third is the treachery of humans, and the fourth is the strength of the Orcs.

So, aside from the elder whose facial muscles twitched at the sight of the bird leg Delsa was carrying, the other Halflings were quite friendly.

After Delsa explained why he had followed the Hobbit here, all the Halflings gasped in surprise, immediately wanting to invite him to their homes for a meal. Only then did Delsa realize that he had rescued the elder’s cherished child.

Obviously, having a meal at their homes was impossible.

Under the glare of the Hobbit, all the Halflings quickly disappeared. However, as she served bowl after bowl of her homemade delicacies, other Hobbits came knocking on the elder’s door, bringing their own lunches, desserts, and snacks. As a result, Delsa graciously licked clean all the dishes in the small-sized house. The Phoenix too, savored fried grasshoppers and silkworm dishes prepared by the considerate Halflings.

After the feast, the elder appeared.

The old man tapped his wooden cane on the granite floor in a bid to hasten the Halflings, "Our honored guest needs rest after his meal. Disturbing him incessantly is not proper etiquette."

Delsa remained unusually quiet, a trace of a smile outlining his lips. This made the Hobbit blush, though under her father’s stern gaze, she had no choice but to leave.

Soon, the room was empty.

Delsa, who initially planned to flee after feasting, awaited the elder to bid him farewell. He didn’t expect the old man to toss aside his cane and kneel before him on the floor of the tiny house, his tears and snot flowing freely. In his attempt to help the elder up, Delsa accidentally put a hole through the roof. Despite his efforts, the stubborn old man refused to rise, pleading, "Please save our village, I am willing to offer my daughter’s hand in marriage."

The elder’s statement left Delsa taken aback. The statement also caused the door to creak and a little Hobbit’s face to blush like a deer in headlights.

"Leave it to me to solve it, I don’t want your daughter." Delsa honorably wiped the memory of the fair skin from his mind and rejected the elder’s proposal.

Meanwhile, unaware of all this, the little Hobbit had run off to a distanced place, finding a large flower, plucking its petals one by one and murmuring to herself, "I will marry him, I won’t, I will, I won’t...."