There's Something Wrong With You, My Lord!
Chapter 228: Lovers’ Talk

Chapter 228: Lovers’ Talk

The potty plant in the Redhill territory is not that much, considering it wasn’t originally in the region. That’s why it is expected that Luis would take less time to modify them. However, there is something that poses a challenge for him in achieving it swiftly, and it is his capacity to handle the sensations caused by his property manipulation skill.

"Ha..." Luis’ sigh filled the backyard of the huge house that the Metal Clans provided for him. "This is a skill that I cannot thoughtlessly exploit. If I overuse this, I fear I will desensitize myself and will no longer feel the gift of pleasure of flesh."

Damn system. They simply cannot let him be overpowered unimpeded! Is it one of the laws of the universe that the system administrator is so worried about? Maybe. And Luis doesn’t want to stress himself over that thing when he has a lot of stuff waiting to complete.

"I thought it was an excellent way for you to train the flow of life energy from the sigil. That is what you said. You were too enthusiastic when you were starting to modify those potty grass. You are only halfway done, My Lord. I did not expect you to give up that easily."

Luis looked up at his loyal guard dog named Xagrien.

"So, innocent-looking..." he inwardly mocked his mate. " If only I didn’t know you were sticking around just to see my turned-on face, then I would be convinced to go plus ultra and see how much skill-induced pleasure can my sensitive body take."

Following his declaration that he would evolve the potty grass— which was now called Redhill Smoke Weed (Luis swears in his royal ass that he did not influence the name in any way. It was his honest Metal Clans’s terrible sense that committed such atrocity)— Xagrien has also declared Luis is not available for "public viewing" since according to him, it will distract him.

No one questioned this because they knew how unpredictable and sensitive a pregnant bearer is.

However, Xagrien did not announce that with pure intention. Luis is a hundred percent sure of that and is more than willing to attest to that, even if they did a quickie in the wide expanse of their front yard.

"Well, I can work hard if you want, but don’t blame me if, in the future, I act like a log in one of our bedroom activities. That is the possible consequence that awaits me."

Xagrien’s response to Luis’ teasing was abrupt, "Then please do it sparingly if you want."

"You’re too easy, Xagrien. Too easy," his playful smirk once again showed because of his handsome lover.

"Have you talked to Old Master Feren about the weapon that you wanted?" Luis asked.

Their trip to Redhill Territory is not just about his official responsibilities as the Moon Elf Lord. They are also here for personal reasons. For example, Xagrien’s weapon. His lover’s power is destructive and extremely powerful in itself, but it would be great if he got a weapon that would also serve as his offensive and defensive equipment. It’s not like he could rely only on his magic and lightning power for every opponent he encounters.

Xagrien needs to have some advancements, too, materialistically speaking that is.

"That old man is still playing hard-to-get with me."

"Serves you right. I told you to be nice to him for a long time. He is just someone who shares the same wavelength with me when it comes to perversion, totally not someone who would covet me," Luis takes this opportunity to give some word to his lover.

Xagrien is young and overly driven by emotion sometimes, totally unlike him, who lived for two lifetimes and became an adult who made adult decisions. Despite his apparent perversion, there is still a sliver of maturity in Luis.

As bad as it sounds, it wouldn’t be that bad if Xagrien would be groomed to be a level-headed adult as early as now.

"I love your possessiveness, but you also need to work on how you express it, okay?"

Xagrien was obviously caught off guard by Luis’ words, but he calmly listened to it.

"Xerxes warned about the natural tendencies of dragons to be possessive of the things they deemed theirs. I didn’t realize that I am projecting it to my very own bearer," he said to himself.

Luis is the Moon Elf Lord. While he is his mate, an entire moon elf race and other races also depend on him. That is something that he should accept as his mate.

Xagrien crept toward his mate and hugged Luis from the back, "I will listen to my pregnant mate. I will work harder to manage my emotions well in the future."

Shit! The bulges! Luis almost choked on his saliva. He is painfully aware that they are talking seriously, but he simply cannot stop himself from being distracted. From his shoulder blades, lower back, and firm yet pillowy ass, there is an electrifying bulge poking at him— er, his conscience.

"Ahem, yes. You’re not the only one who needs to work hard. I mean, let’s change for the better!"

"Back to your weapon; you are the only one who could ask for Master Feren. I will not help you on that one, okay? You still have a few days to convince him to forge a weapon for you. Meanwhile, I will work on the potty grass. At the same time, I will use my revitalize skill on the Metal Clans’ crops and will try to create a few varieties that have better yield."

The other day, Luis sent Sibal to study the state of food production in the Metal Clan’s territory, and they are facing some serious issues.

For one, their local produce is not that plentiful. They are mainly relying on trading for food supply. It was a bad sign for a community living in a remote region like theirs. Because once the apocalypse happens and the world is not stable enough to farm and hunt, the Metal Clan will be the one who will fall first from the inside.

"I don’t want them to suffer the fate of other bases that fell back in his previous world," Luis thought—introducing new varieties and transferring some crops present in Amber Forest. Those are the two things he thought were effective solutions to the Metal Clan’s food issues.

Xagrien knew the importance of food, so he didn’t disagree with Luis’ plan. Instead, he gave two thumbs up— something he learned from Luis— and reminded him not to overexert himself to the point that he gets numb.

Little by little, the ways of the perverted Moon Elf Lord are rubbing off on Xagrien.

Meanwhile, a few miles north of the Redhill territory, a massive number of moon elves is heading south—towards the direction of the Moon Elf Lord.