Chapter 565 Extra, Mountain Travelogue

Chapter 565 Extra: Mountain Travelogue

Chili peppers and Qing water grains were stir-fried in oil to fully release their aromas, then diced toxic-horned lamb was added and stir-fried over high heat for half a minute before being coated with a signature sauce to caramelize the meat into an enticing golden-brown color.

After another round of high-heat stir-frying, a delicious plate of spicy diced toxic-horned lamb was ready.

Not only were Lorant, Lancelot, and the little ones on the boat drooling over the dish, but even the pack of blackwind wolves below seemed lured by the scent. They abandoned their path into the valley and turned to follow Lorant’s boat instead.

The wolves couldn’t see the boat, protected as it was by Fa Meng’s magic, and as mere third-tier pack beasts, they weren’t capable of sensing Fa Meng’s presence. The only explanation for their behavior was that they had been completely entranced by the scent of the food.

Lorant proudly presented his rare home-cooked dish. He had always been passionate about food, striving to make every dish he handled as delicious as possible since he first gained the ability to cook. His culinary skills were undeniably excellent—it was just that he had fewer opportunities to cook these days.

Ever since the two of them set out alone, Lorant felt as if all the weight on his shoulders had vanished. His mind cleared, and he became utterly carefree.

Whether it was the Lopulo Mountains, the breeding of beast pets, or the Merfolk migration, Lorant actually had plenty to worry about. But now that he had truly set aside all his burdens, he felt as free as a bird soaring through the sky.

From the moment they boarded the boat to the discovery that a twelfth-level high-grade beast—the toxic-horned sheep—had somehow infiltrated the beast tide below (and was promptly dispatched by Xiao Lan), Lorant had thrown himself wholeheartedly into preparing this feast.

A heaping bowl of toxic-horned lamb, exuding an irresistible aroma, sat before them.

High-grade beast meat had almost no unpleasant odor and possessed exceptional tenderness. Even the simplest method—grilling it and sprinkling salt—could make someone devour over half a kilogram, let alone when it was cooked with such care.

Lancelot struggled to maintain his noble demeanor, using the most proper posture to swiftly skewer pieces of meat with his fork.

But Xiao Lan, Bao Bao, Fa Meng, Jiaojiao, and the Little Nightmare—along with the other beast pets that had come with them—had no such restraint. The little ones practically competed, lunging at the plate and clearing it in just ten minutes.

Lorant had already set aside a bowl for himself. Watching Lancelot’s stunned expression, he grinned and nudged some of his own meat over to the knight’s plate.

After eating their fill, Lancelot went to the stern to clean the toxic-horned sheep’s hide and its most valuable part—the horn.

The horn spiraled, its interior seemingly filled with a flowing substance.

That was the toxic-horned sheep’s poison—just a single drop could wipe out all life in an entire lake. Moreover, the toxin was notoriously difficult to neutralize, and any contaminated area might remain barren for centuries.

Once the toxic-horned sheep died, its poison would soon spoil, turning into a still-deadly but utterly useless "fool’s gold" for any professional—equivalent to transforming a pile of gold into a pile of worthless imitations...

Being frugal by nature, Lancelot couldn’t bear to let such wealth go to waste, so he took it upon himself to handle the task.

Lorant, meanwhile, used the kitchen’s built-in spells to clean up effortlessly before sauntering over like a little rogue to where Lancelot sat diligently working on a small stool. He wrapped his arms around the knight’s neck from behind.

"My knight is such househusband material!" The youth rested his chin on Lancelot’s shoulder and giggled. "Did Diana ever say that whoever married you would be getting the deal of a lifetime?"

Lancelot had long since developed a strong immunity to the youth’s occasional teasing.

"Of course she did. See how lucky you are? Everyone else just covets your wealth—I’m the only one who truly cares about you!" Lancelot continued working without pause. "So you’d better treat me well, got it?"

"Hah!" Lorant shamelessly draped himself further over Lancelot, clinging like a koala to a tree. "Trying to manipulate me? No way! Let me tell you—the line of suitors for Blue Star could circle the Holy Shield River twice! You’d better behave, or I might just change my mind and pick someone else!"

Lancelot raised an eyebrow silently. He didn’t even need to turn his head to picture the cutely smug look on that pretty face.

"Oh? In that case... let me show you just how well I can behave."

The white-haired knight tossed aside the freshly processed horn, instantly cleansing himself of the inevitable bloodstains with a spell, then smoothly pounced like a predator, catching the young shopkeeper before he could escape.

Over the years, the youth had grown taller and more defined. Lancelot tightened his arms, relishing the warmth in his embrace, swelling with pride.

When he first held this coveted treasure in his arms, Lorant's body still resembled that of a child. The hardships of his early family life and constant frugality seemed to have slowed his development compared to the knights Lancelot was familiar with.

Even now, Lancelot still doesn’t know how he summoned the willpower to restrain himself from touching Lorant, afraid of hurting him.

But fortunately, he found this treasure and provided him with the proper environment to grow.

In just a few short years, his treasure had flourished beautifully. Lancelot’s hands wandered mischievously from Lorant’s slender waist downward, squeezing the yielding flesh with satisfaction before lifting the startled Store Manager like a child.

Lorant knew things were about to go awry the moment he was caught. No matter how much he had grown, the difference in their builds still allowed Lancelot to effortlessly tuck him into his embrace, completely obscuring him from view.

Instinctively, Lorant wrapped his long legs around the knight’s waist, only to have his vision suddenly filled by Lancelot’s approaching breath. Before he could resist, the cunning knight had already claimed his lips, stealing even his breath away.

Thankfully, Lancelot had the decency to carry them both into the cabin before tossing Lorant onto the soft bed.

It wasn’t until he had been turned over and reduced to sobbing repeatedly, his mind nearly blank, that Lorant hazily realized—aside from its incredibly valuable venom, the meat of the venom-horned sheep seemed to possess some special quality that made people willing to pay a fortune for it...

Really...

Fa Meng, seething, isolated the cabin within her own domain before flopping onto the deck and flinging tiny stars into the water. Every beast that touched them promptly turned to ash.

Xiao Lan, also banished, was in much better spirits. The little one’s keen eyes scanned the area until they suddenly caught sight of something. He poked Fa Meng’s tail and pointed toward the conspicuous cave below.

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