There's Something Wrong With You, My Lord!
Chapter 120: Half-Blood Bastard

Chapter 120: Half-Blood Bastard

Not that far from them, lone yet a small figure is confidently making his way to them. Every stride was wide and strong, despite the short legs that this man has.

’Oh, if I am still on the peaceful earth, then I will think of this old man as a thug, a small yet deadly gangster,’ Luis pressed the smile lurking on his lips.

"How were the two days of rest?" The moon elf lord casually asked Feren.

He nodded in his head since the bearded old man appeared to be 10 percent cleaner compared to their first meeting.

Baths have miraculous effects indeed.

"It was great but let me be frank with you; it was nerve-wracking to be held in suspense, my lord," answered the old man without any breaks as if the one he was talking to was the moon elf lord.

Luis beamed, liking the straightforwardness of the old man. He met elders who are simply hilarious like Feren in his past life and he must admit, he is fond of them.

They are genuine and easier to get along with compared to people of his age who are hell-bent on attaining luxury.

"If you want to compensate for the nerves that you caused us, then I will be happy by just simply touching your-" A quick strand of purple lightning whizzed past the old man.

"Eh?" Feren looked as if someone suddenly pulled his pants.

He was stone-stiff for a minute, probably wondering what happened. That was when he saw the blank-faced youth behind the moon elf lord. As quick as lightning, a realization struck him.

"This freak of a kid dares!" Feren roared, his nose flared.

Luis did his best to not laugh at the raw facial expressions shown by Feren. It was comically exaggerated from the twitching nostrils and bulging veins in the forehead. For him, this five feet and three inches old man was a living anime character.

Luis unwittingly let out a giggle.

Feren heard it and once he saw Luis, his head became clear once again. "Pardon my rudeness, my lord. I’m approaching the age of getting senile so I tend to get lost in the situation especially when triggered."

"Anyway, since we are in the middle of nowhere, let me make you a simple chair to sit on." Feren instantly conjured a slick and black metal chair.

"Oh, it’s cold," Luis gracefully sat and ran his fingertips on the smooth armrest of the 100-per cent adamantium seat.

Strong and superbly controlled. Feren must have trained for a very long time to reach this state.

The old man conjured a seat for himself and he even asked Nero if he needed a chair. The golden-furred husky politely turned it down and he sat beside Luis with his ears perked up and his tail wagging side to side.

"Hmmp! I will not make one for a brat like you," the old man crossed his arms with smugness painted on his face.

On the other hand, Xagrien remained unresponsive. The young man’s eyes are as still as a lake while he is looking at the supposedly a big-shot from the Metal Clan. His thick brows and small lips are in a natural position, looking guilt-free despite what he did.

’This brat doesn’t even treat me as a living being!’ Feren looked as if he was about to blow up.

’Make sure to behave in front of the lord!’ his memory went back to the begging faces of his people and his anger ebbed like a wave.

He took a deep breath and said, "My lord, I am not sure how personal your questions are for me but let me confess this one first."

Feren disposed of the childish mischief in his golden eyes. It was replaced by the profoundness that comes with his age. "I am not a pure moon elf."

"I have a mixed ancestry of moon elves and dwarves, my lord," Feren added. "A half-blood, as what others’ called it"

The silent Xagrien, on the other hand, discreetly flinched when the term "half-blood" escaped from the old man’s lips.

Nero lowered his eyes to the ground.

As far as he knows, the half-bloods are frowned upon in any race. They are oppressed for various reasons based on the culture and values of the race that they belong to. But if there’s anything in common, they all considered the half-blood as an impurity that got mixed in their superiority.

Some are sold as slaves, they are considered the lucky ones.

The unlucky ones are either hunted like an animal or killed before they could even learn how to speak.

That is the dark culture of this world towards half-bloods. The world outside this forest is embroiled in strong hate against the half-bloods.

Nero wonders how it goes for the moon elves. He raised his head and looked at his new lord. The reaction that Luis makes in this situation will decide the fate of the half-bloods that will be born in the moon elf race- no, this will affect everyone.

Nero got sensitive all of a sudden and he watched and analyzed the expression of the moon elf lord closer this time. His orc friends’ happiness in the future relies on the lord’s attitude today.

However, the moon elf lord was just looking at the Feren. He wears a small smile on his face like usual.

"Declaring yourself as a half-blood." The moon elf lord trailed off. "You know how impossible that sounds, right?"

Nero looked at his lord with confusion.

"Nero," the moon elf lord called the adorable husky. "You have a lot of experiences outside, so you must have met elves, right?"

"Eh?" Nero sounded confused at first, "Yes my lord."

"Great, what sets the moon elves apart from the elves?"

The poor soul living in the form of a dog was caught in a sudden quiz bee. He racked his head hard to come up with answers. "Aside from the fact that moon elves have longer ears and distinguishing eye colors while the elves do not, I think it’s the elves’ reliance on elemental spirits to use their elemental powers."

"Correct, moon elves could freely manipulate the elements present in nature and we could improve its quality through training and it’s all thanks to our body."

Luis looked the old man dead in the eyes. "Out of all the races in this world, the moon elves have the most complex body structure. Our bodies are a mix of spiritual and physical components that all the other races do not have, meaning, reproducing them was next to impossible."

"Wait, my lord. I’m just telling the truth! The reality behind my identity! Even my deceased mother lived in Redhill Peaks during the later years of her! Why does it seem like you are alluding that I’m a liar?" The old man didn’t realize that he raised his voice in confusion.

What went wrong?

At this point, Feren is in the gray that the moon elf lord is just playing around. No, he is trying to justify this confession, if he were to put it on a much more serious note.

Truthfully speaking, Luis has a vague feeling that this should be the case but the Inheritance says otherwise. No one from the past did a half-blood moon elf appear. Even if some moon elf lords have known non-moon elf sexual partners.

Luis was stuck and torn between the conflict of the facts proven by the past and his hunch.

This is the very reason why he told Feren the condition of answering his questions.

For the sake of clearing his doubts and proving his assumptions.

"So this is the reason why you failed to feel my aura and didn’t recognize me as the moon elf lord?"

Maybe if Feren is not a four-star warrior then he will at best react in the same way as the orcs in their first meeting.

The old man acted nonchalantly, "My lord, even if I know, I’m afraid I can’t keep my hands to myself."

"Right." Luis laughed a little. Pervert through and through. Just like him.

"Looking at your height, that explanation made sense."

"I’m not sure why but that came out as offensive to me, my lord," the old man said in a monotone.

"Oh, I’m sorry." Luis’ apology was spoken through his nostrils.

Probably because the moon elf lord is speaking lightly now, Feren let his tongue loose.

"But on the other hand, that is indeed the reason why I am this small. Buuuut!" Feren waved his index finger to prove a point. "My lord, I am the best in smithing among the entire metal clans. You must know that the metal power users vary in the metals that they can manipulate. Totally unlike the other moon elves."

"We care greatly about the durability of the metals that we conjure. And by the stroke of luck, the type of metal that I awakened was the toughest in the world! The Adamantium! That is the reason why even though I’m a half-blood, the clan values me greatly when I am still young!"

And Feren’s one-man show featuring his long life of adventure and perversion started.

Luis enjoyed listening to Feren. The short old man is surprisingly good at telling a story. Even Nero was immersed in the twist and turns.

"I think it is great to be a half-blood because a part of my abilities from the dwarf’s side manifested in me. I am especially sensitive to heat, making it easier to figure out the best intensity of fire to smelt the metals into weapons. Bwahahaha!" Feren said full of pride.

"Oh? Then do you mind if I ask you forge some of my personal weapons then?"

"Sure! As long as you let me sit on your lap my lord!"

"Bwahahaha!"

The two immediately clicked.

Unbeknownst to them, Xagrien was hit with Feren’s statement about his condition, deeply. His thoughts went haywire due to doubts towards himself.

He’s got a lot of traits that are not found in other moon elves.

He clenched his fist.

What if his whom he never saw father was actually...