mtlumby2d Chapter 205 It smells so good, can I drink your blood?
Chapter 205 It smells so good, can I drink your blood?
"Father, you promised to take me hunting today! When do we leave?"
Young Tronos rushed in excitedly, interrupting the couple's intimate moment inside the room.
The woman playfully punched the man, then said to Tronos, "You can eat now. I've prepared some dry rations for you. Remember to heat them up before you eat at noon."
"Understood, Mother." Tronos nodded to the woman, then looked at the man with anticipation.
"Eleanor, are you really not coming with us?" The man ignored her, still holding the woman tightly, reluctant to part.
"No, you know I don't like hunting." Eleanor blushed and pulled away from her husband's embrace, handing him the dry food and water that had been prepared beforehand.
Castile caught it, casually tossed it into Tronos's arms, and then hugged Eleanor from behind again, saying:
"Okay, then we won't be able to see each other for almost a day. Aren't you going to give me a goodbye kiss?"
Eleanor felt a little uncomfortable being intimate with her husband in front of her son. She nudged Castile and said, "Stop it, Tronos is still here!"
"I'll wait for you outside, Father, hurry up." Tronos rolled his eyes and ran out the door quickly, gesturing repeatedly to his father.
“Look, he’s gone.” Castile looked at Eleanor triumphantly and pointed expectantly at his left cheek.
Eleanor then shyly tiptoed closer to Castile's left cheek.
Just as they were about to kiss, Castile turned his head and captured her lips...
long wait.
While Tronos, who was squatting outside the gate, was bored and had counted the 268th ant that passed by, Castile, who was in high spirits, finally picked up his hunting gear and stepped out of the house.
Castile, carrying his tools in one hand, strode past Tronos, tapping him on the back of the head before continuing on his way without stopping: "Don't dawdle, maybe we can still get home before your mother makes dinner."
"Who's dawdling here?!"
Tronos got up, habitually touched the back of his head where he had been hit, picked up his bow, and ran towards his father, who had already walked ten meters away.
Tronos, who only reached Castile's waist in height but whose stamina had been honed through rigorous training, easily caught up with his father and asked:
"Don't you get tired of spending every day with your mother?"
"What's so tiring about it? If it weren't for you, this debt collector, I'd want to be glued to her all the time."
Castile glanced at Tronos with disdain and muttered, "If I had known that having a son would reduce my time with Eleanor, I shouldn't have agreed to let her have a child so early."
“Hey! Father, I can hear you!” Tronos shouted angrily.
“I know you can hear me, you don’t have to shout like that.” Castile rubbed his ears, which were bothered by the noise, and raised his foot as if to kick Tronos.
Tronos, already prepared, jumped to the side, put his hands on his hips, and laughed loudly: "I knew you were going to use this trick again. It won't work, hahaha!"
Castile seized the opportunity, took a long stride, and with one hand restrained the unresponsive Tronos, giving him a good ruffled hair: "Kid, you're still too green to mess with me!"
Tronos, sporting a messy, unkempt hairstyle, struggled to break free from Castil's grasp: "You wait, I'll surpass you someday!"
Castile raised an eyebrow, completely ignoring his son's harsh words, and lazily replied, "Yeah, I'll wait."
"Humph."
Tronos pouted in frustration and said indignantly, "I really don't know how such a beautiful and mysterious witch like Mother could have fallen for you."
“Of course, it’s because of my unique personal charm!” Castil said smugly.
"cut."
Tronos looked at his father speechlessly and complained, "Isn't it just because Mother saved me and I kept pestering her until she got annoyed that she let me stay?"
"If I weren't thick-skinned, how could a human like me have any dealings with wizards?"
Castile even boasted, "Anyway, no matter what the method was, I still managed to win over your mother and have you, you little rascal."
Tronos rolled his eyes again: "If you ask me, you should thank that vampire who almost drained you of your blood. If it weren't for it, you and your mother would never have crossed paths."
"Even without it, your mother and I were destined to be together."
Castile finished speaking confidently, then glanced at Tronos and added:
"For the sake of you being my son, I'll reluctantly give you a few words of advice. When you meet a girl you like, you have to make your move in time, be persistent and persistent, and you also have to be willing to humble yourself, coax her when necessary, and admit your mistakes when necessary."
"Don't let yourself be a bachelor when you're all old and still single, making your father lose face."
“Of course, if you take a fancy to a girl right now, that’s fine too. I’ll wholeheartedly agree to you traveling the world for love.” Castile looked like an enlightened patriarch.
"Please, I'm only ten years old. You want to spend some time alone with your mother, but you don't have to make me run away from home now!" Tronos said wearily, having seen through his father's little scheme at a glance.
Castile touched his chin regretfully: "That's a real shame. Anyway, you'll move out on your own after you turn eighteen. I can only put up with you for another eight years at most."
"Hmph, no way! My mother's the one who calls the shots at home. She doesn't want me to move out so soon!" Tronos made a face and dashed off to the front.
"Hey kid, you're asking for it, aren't you?"
Castile caught up with Tronos in a few strides, picked him up, and carried him easily as he walked, saying, "I'll tell your mother when we get back, and she'll agree sooner or later."
"Hmph! I don't believe it."
"All you do all day is hum, hum, hum. Are you some kind of humming monster?"
"Humph!"
……
That's it for now.
He didn't want to recall what happened next.
When it was almost time, Tronos placed the collected flowers into the newly woven wreath, cleared away the branches on the ground, and went upstairs.
Now it's time to go and appease that angry little vampire.
Otherwise, this might be the first and last time he collects interest.
"Dong dong dong."
Lin Shuwan, assuming it was a puppet from the rhythm of the knocking, opened the door without warning. Upon seeing Tronos, her face darkened, and she slammed the door shut again.
Tronos, having been rebuffed, knocked on the door again:
"Aurora, I've come to apologize."
"Get out!" Lin Shuwan's irritable voice came from inside the room.
Tronos remained standing outside the door: "I was too abrupt just now. I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
"This is the dress you left behind the day you lost control; I've already washed it for you."
Lin Shuwan sat angrily on the bed, and several familiar dresses appeared out of nowhere on the sheets.
"I've already left the strawberry candy you wanted to bring for Lunette at her doorstep."
"As for whether it was received or not, I have no idea."
Lin Shuwan's eyes flickered, and she got up and walked to the door again.
Tronos paused for a moment, then continued, "Oh, by the way, some unusual flowers have recently bloomed in the Misty Forest. I made you a wreath, but I almost cut my hand. Do you want to come out and take a look?"
"Serves you right." Lin Shuwan still had a sour face, but she still softened and opened the door. "Where is it? I don't want anyone too ugly."
The slender branches are adorned with delicate pink flowers, exuding a casual yet refined charm, wild yet vibrant, as if the colors of spring have been woven into this small wreath.
Lin Shuwan accepted it with delight in her eyes, but stubbornly said, "It's alright, barely passable."
"In addition, these..."
Tronos handed over a cloth bag with his other hand, "Use it to decorate your dress."