abnormal mutation

Chapter 81 Charm
After a Bristleback dies, its extraordinary qualities gradually accumulate in its heart. Other parts are also valuable, such as its fur, tusks, back armor, pig brain, eggs, and penis.

The extraordinary qualities of the alpha wolf are concentrated in its trachea; I wonder what the explanation is.

Roland kept swallowing his saliva throughout, because he was "hungry." Seeing these extraordinary ingredients made him feel intensely hungry, and he had a desire to eat them raw.

This is [A Strong Appetite] telling him that this thing is very nutritious, but the way it's being consumed is a headache.

In the end, all four extraordinary creatures, except for their blood, were butchered and processed. The meat of ordinary snow wolves was not palatable, so most of it was thrown away, leaving only the valuable parts such as their fur.

After everything was settled, it was getting late, and the sleds returned one after another. As the hunting team returned with the setting sun, the entire camp was filled with excitement.

Many laborers, hunters, and merchants crowded the guard post, eager to see what the legendary Bristleback looked like.

Alex was an excellent orator, and he enthusiastically recounted the thrills and excitement of the battle to the onlookers, displaying youthful spirit that made him much more likable than the quiet boy who stayed indoors.

Roland's eyes flickered. He keenly noticed something unusual: the middle and upper echelons of the Chamber of Commerce were not there, there were some unfamiliar faces in the camp, and the atmosphere was off.

He left the sled with the guards, put away the two wolves, and strode towards Julia's small house.

"Squeak-"

He casually pushed open the door, but the scene before him made his eyes widen involuntarily.

The room was covered with a bright red carpet, warm and inviting, with a faint fragrance wafting through the air. Yulia sat reclining on the carpet, holding a glass of red wine in her hand. She was completely naked, wearing only a sheer red veil, and was smiling as she beckoned to him, her movements full of provocation.

"Come in, what are you standing there for?" she complained, her voice very magnetic.

Roland took a deep breath, his heart pounding faster and faster, his body burning hot, his blood surging. As a man, he was completely out of control, and waves of intense impulses assaulted his nerves.

He suddenly realized that his mind was a little muddled, his reason was overwhelmed by impulse, and one foot had already stepped into the room without him noticing.

'Retreat, retreat, retreat...'

He realized something was wrong, and used his unfamiliar Mind Lake meditation method to concentrate his mind. His will was like a sharp sword that instantly tore through desire and confusion. Reason returned, and his body retreated rapidly until he was dozens of meters away from the small building before stopping.

Looking around again, the doors of the small building were clearly closed; everything just now was an illusion.

"Squeak-"

The door opened, and a beautiful woman I'd never seen before appeared in the doorway. She wore a magnificent red dress that accentuated her stunning figure. Her eyes sparkled with laughter, and her red lips were alluring, like a delicate flower blooming in winter.

Roland's gaze fell on her headdress, small and exquisite, with sparkling gemstones, like a smaller crown, matching the style of her necklace and bracelet, making her look incredibly noble.

“Roland.” Julia appeared behind the woman in a flash, giving him a subtle wink. “The princess is just joking with you. Why don’t you come and greet her?”

Roland's eyes flickered slightly. He hadn't expected that the noble lady from the capital was actually a princess, but this greeting gift made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He walked to the door and bowed slightly: "Greetings, Your Highness."

"Hello Roland, I've heard about your situation from Julia and Theodore. I was worried you might be tempted by an evil god, so I'm here to examine you. I hope you don't mind." Her voice was gentle, and she looked Roland in the eye as she spoke, displaying a graceful demeanor.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Roland smiled slightly, not quite believing it.

"Don't mention it, just call me Veldella." Her gaze swept over Roland, full of inquiry.

“Come in.” Julia glanced at Veldora, and seeing her turn to go inside, she quietly pulled Roland aside and deliberately complained, “Look how dirty you are, go upstairs and wash up, it’s so rude.” “Okay.” Roland understood, closed the door, and turned to go upstairs.

The scene he had just witnessed was too vivid in his mind. He felt somewhat awkward in front of Julia, his expression unchanged, but he never made eye contact with her.

The living room remained unchanged, without a red carpet or scented red gauze. Only Tana sat by the fireplace, watching him with a half-smile.

He acted as if he hadn't seen her, and ran upstairs with a thud, only relaxing when he got into his room.

'Didn't they say someone from headquarters was coming? What's with this princess? Why isn't she at the Chamber of Commerce headquarters? What's she doing here?' He took off his clothes, his mind a bit of a mess.

He lit a fire, boiled water, washed up, changed clothes, and spent more than half an hour before slowly going downstairs.

His mood had already calmed down. He had little to do with the nobles in the capital, and he might not even be able to participate in the winter hunt. This hunt had yielded a good harvest, which should be enough for him to explore this new and exciting world.

In the living room on the first floor, Alex had returned and was telling the three women about the hunting process and his catch. He looked reserved, but he was quite eloquent, giving off a heroic epic vibe.

Three women sat around a table, the aroma of tea wafting through the air. One was dressed in purple, one in white, and one in red, adding a touch of liveliness to the otherwise monotonous living room.

As soon as Roland came down, he immediately attracted the attention of several people.

“Roland,” Alex jumped up as if he had seen a savior, “His Highness Prince Theodore has taken a fancy to that snow wolf pelt and wants to buy it for his collection. My father sent me to ask for your opinion.”

Roland paused, surprised to find a prince among them. It seemed they had come with the Chamber of Commerce headquarters staff.

"Of course I have no objection." He was going to sell anyway, so it didn't matter who he sold to, especially since it was a prince.

"Then I'll go over and tell them." Alex ran to the door, then, as if remembering something, turned to Roland. "You... do you want to come along?"

He still had some conscience; he probably knew that Roland wouldn't feel comfortable here either.

“Let’s go together, I’d like to see too.” Veldora stood up and said with a smile, “The banquet is about to start, we can go together.”

“Okay…” the others stood up and echoed.

The sky was dark, and two crimson moons hung high in the sky.

Alex led the way, while Julia, pulling Roland along, followed at the back, whispering to him about the current situation.

The headquarters staff of the Chamber of Commerce and the nobles from the capital who were participating in the winter hunt arrived, traveling in the airships and convoys of the Northern United Chamber of Commerce.

Two vice presidents arrived at the Chamber of Commerce headquarters; both were committee members. One was Alex's father, Suleiman Sirinsorun Safawi, and the other was Benedict Tnorway Soren Mosley.

Mosley belongs to Chairman Hussein's faction, while Julia's family, the Katu family, belongs to the Safavid faction. The two families often disagree, and she instructed Roland to be careful.

Two members of the Imperial family arrived: the sixth princess, Veldora, and the eighth prince, Theodore. The sixth princess's full name was Veldora Castile Olmeda de Ethel, with Olmeda being the family name and Ethel being an additional title meaning "eternal nobility" or "born a noble."

Accompanying them were three members of long-established noble families from the capital, whom Julia was not familiar with.

Most notably, the Thistle Flower Merchant Guild also arrived, and it is said that its leader, Lasselva, has a close relationship with the Eighth Prince.

(End of this chapter)