novelraw Chapter 25: The Fat Meat Delivered to My Mouth
Chapter 25: The Fat Meat Delivered to My Mouth
Today was a joyous day for the villagers of Ammonite Village. Get full chapters from novel✶fire.net
The two wyverns that had plagued them for over a year were finally going to be slain.
The warriors going to eliminate them consisted of a renowned dwarf dragon-hunting team famous throughout the northern kingdoms—a professional squad that had slain many vicious dragons—and the other was a nearly two-meter tall Witcher master who looked incredibly formidable.
Since receiving this news, the villagers had been eagerly anticipating, even while working, their eyes constantly drifting toward the path leading to Tea Mountain, hoping for the warriors' triumphant return.
The events didn't disappoint their expectations. When they saw the dragon-hunting team carrying two massive, ferocious dragon heads down from Tea Mountain, the joy of victory quickly spread throughout the entire village.
Young and old alike, all the villagers gathered around. Some marveled at the wyverns' might, some wept for relatives lost to them, others reached out to touch the ferocious dragon heads, while some looked at the returning heroes with deep admiration.
It wasn't until Chief Valessa appeared, announcing the victory of this hunt and deciding to hold a village celebration to commemorate the success and thank the heroes who eliminated the wyverns, that everyone erupted in cheers.
It was a joyous celebration with fine wine, delicious food, singing, and dancing—everyone enjoyed themselves thoroughly.
Both Alpan's dwarf team and Kiriman the Witcher were probably experiencing such warm welcome from villagers for the first time, being treated as village saviors rather than mere mercenaries or expendable pawns.
This naturally made them develop fondness for this village and remember this beautiful place.Unlike most northern villages that relied solely on farming for survival,
Ammonite Village not only cultivated highly valuable tea for livelihood but also enjoyed secret support from Elf Queen Francesca, with elite elves from the Dol Blathanna kingdom serving as backbone members, allowing villagers to live quite prosperously and peacefully.
As fellow non-human races, these villagers didn't view them with prejudice either.
The villagers themselves thoroughly enjoyed the celebration.
What they lacked wasn't daily necessities but rather reasons to celebrate in this precarious era where they faced exclusion from human mainstream society.
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The celebration continued late into the night. The naturally alcohol-loving dwarves had long since drunk themselves unconscious, sleeping soundly somewhere unknown.
Kiriman, who had also consumed considerable alcohol, remained alert and showed no signs of intoxication.
His perfect Witcher constitution allowed him to largely immunity alcohol's negative effects—simply put, he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
During this celebration, he had already enjoyed elf maidens' singing, beautiful elves' dancing, bards' poetry, along with dwarves' mining songs and tap dancing, truly broadening his horizons.
He was savoring this atmosphere, leaning against a large tree while sipping red wine and gazing blankly at the moonlight.
At some point, Valessa approached him, carrying the fragrance of roses.
Tonight the female elf seemed to have dressed up carefully. Though she wore no jewelry, she had changed into a beautiful pale white gown that revealed her slender neck and stunning collarbones.
Her pale golden hair was braided into several long plaits intertwined down her back, and her handsome yet delicately featured face looked exceptionally beautiful.
The wrap around her chest seemed to have been removed too, with her full breasts and straight legs accentuating her tall yet curvaceous figure, radiating feminine charm.
Wealthy and generous!
Kiriman felt a stirring in his heart but didn't speak first, quietly appreciating this beautiful sight.
After nearly a minute of silence between them, the female elf finally spoke first:
"Thank you, Kiriman."
"I heard from the dwarves that you personally killed both wyverns. You've done our village a great service."
Kiriman shook his head, neither modest nor exaggerating his achievements, speaking in a calm voice:
"No need for thanks, Valessa. I'm just a Witcher doing paid work."
"The female wyvern in the cave was indeed killed by me alone, but the male had already been defeated by the dwarves. I just took advantage of the situation."
Valessa nodded, showing a slight smile.
She knew perfectly well about the wyverns' situation—her previous words were just conversation starters.
"Regardless, I still want to thank you."
"By the way, I've already had the village hunters dismantle the two wyvern materials."
"Dragon hide, dragon meat, and dragon bones have all been sorted by category."
"However, wyvern meat contains toxicity and doesn't taste good. Besides being used as fertilizer, it has no other value."
"The dragon bones and some organs—you can take them with you, or sell them to our village herbalist for orens."
"As for the most valuable dragon hearts and sinews, plus those three dragon eggs, I've prepared them for you too. You can take them or sell them to us."
Valessa's arrangements were thorough, almost excessively so.
During the daytime they had been busy enjoying the celebration, with no time to handle the corpses.
Two wyverns over eight meters long would require significant time to process—those elf hunters must have put considerable effort into it, not an easy task.
Kiriman expressed gratitude for Valessa's arrangements but decided to wait until the dwarves woke tomorrow before deciding how to handle the materials.
For him, aside from the dragon hide that could be used for crafting leather armor, the other materials were better converted into money.
Valessa nodded, then reached up to smooth her pale golden hair, speaking softly with a gentle expression:
"Tomorrow I'll settle your payment."
"However, that high-grade leather armor you want crafted—from tanning the dragon hide, sun-drying, cutting to final product—will take about three weeks."
"The village is currently expanding, with much work needing handling. If you stay in the village during this time, I can arrange some Witcher contracts for you."
Here, the female elf bit her lower lip, looking up to meet Kiriman's gaze with slightly hazy, captivating eyes, saying:
"Your words last night gave me much inspiration."
"If possible, I'd like to hear more from you."
Hearing these rather suggestive words, Kiriman instinctively raised an eyebrow.
He was no fool, nor some clueless virgin.
This beautiful female elf was tempting him with money, coaxing him with words, seducing him with beauty, and now wanting to keep him here to help.
Such obvious courtship definitely wasn't because she was struck by his handsomeness and charm, falling in love with him.
Considering the village's peculiarities, the elves' situation, and those well-trained elves during the celebration who clearly didn't resemble ordinary villagers,
He was almost certain this village hid elven forces behind it, wanting to recruit him, the Witcher.
What surprised him was:
Directly offering Valessa—this beautiful, excellent, management-skilled pure-blooded female elf—as bait delivered right to his mouth... wasn't the price too great?
However, when fat meat is delivered to your mouth, why wouldn't you eat it!
Especially when it looks so delicious!
If things go wrong later, worst case he just gets free benefits!
Kiriman pondered for dozen seconds, then showed a somewhat unrestrained smile on his face, directly reaching out to grab the beautiful elf's wrist, pulling her fragrant body into his embrace, asking in a somewhat suggestive voice:
"How about tonight then?"
"I'll keep talking until you're satisfied!"