readytorunbook Chapter 210 It smells so good, can I drink your blood?
Chapter 210 It smells so good, can I drink your blood?
"Tronos, take your things. That's all for today."
Castile slung his tools over his shoulder, carrying the game he had hunted that day in one hand and the bamboo cage he had just woven in the other, which contained a pair of rabbits he had caught to give to Eleanor.
"Huh? Going back now?" Little Tronos, who had just shot a pheasant, was still not satisfied and lowered his bow.
"It's getting late, if we don't go back soon we'll miss your mother's dinner," Castile urged.
"But I only managed to shoot one today!" Little Tronos said somewhat unwillingly, looking at the large bunch of game his father was carrying.
"Although you are not quite as good as I was back then, today is your first attempt. Being able to hit one is a testament to your talent."
Castile, who had a fruitless first hunt and even stepped into a trap set by someone else, broke his leg and was carried home by his father, lay in bed for a month without batting an eye.
"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of opportunities to hunt in the future."
Once Tronos is trained properly, he can go on his own in the future.
This way, he not only got rid of an annoying third wheel but also saved him time from going out hunting, allowing him to spend more time with his Eleanor.
Killing two birds with one stone! ≡w≡
"When is 'later'?" Little Tronos asked impatiently, picking up the pheasant he had shot.
“Hmm, how about ten days from now?” Castile said without hesitation.
"Ten days? That's a long time," little Tronos said, catching up with Castile with some disappointment. "Can't we do it tomorrow?"
"Let's see if you can lift your hand tomorrow before you say that to me," Castile said, raising an eyebrow with schadenfreude.
When the bow and arrows were custom-made for young Tronos, his young age was taken into consideration, so a lighter material was specially chosen.
However, even so, it must still be somewhat heavy for little Tronos.
In addition, he used it for a whole day, so his arms will inevitably be sore tomorrow.
"It shouldn't be that serious, right?"
Little Tronos stretched his arms up and down, alternating between the two. "Then the day after tomorrow, or the day after that, why does it have to take ten days?"
“What’s the rush? You have to eat one bite at a time. Even a master archer isn’t made in a day or two,” Castile said calmly.
"Hmph, I bet you just can't bear to be separated from your mother for even a moment!"
Little Tronos directly saw through his little scheme, whispering:
“Every time you go out, you stay at home for at least ten days until you’ve burned off most of the meat before you can go out. Even Benny (the family cat) isn’t as clingy as you.”
“So what? I’m happy to do it,” Castile said.
"Tsk." Little Tronos rolled his eyes at him disdainfully.
As they continued walking, little Tronos suddenly asked, "But Father, have you ever thought about how a human's lifespan is only one-tenth that of a wizard? You and Mother are so close now, but what will happen in the future?"
"Wow, I never expected our little Tronos to think so far ahead."
Castile still had a grinning face. If his hands weren't full, he would have definitely given little Tronos a good spanking for his tense, adult-like face.
“Father! I’m serious,” little Tronos stamped his foot angrily, emphasizing.
"Ah, okay, okay, I'll be serious."
Castile's smile faded, and he looked ahead: "Actually, I didn't know about this when I was pursuing your mother."
"By the time I found out, I had already fallen in love with your mother."
"I also struggled with whether or not to choose to leave."
"But since we love each other, why worry about what might happen in the future? Let's create more beautiful memories in the limited time we have."
"Besides, I've asked myself, if I had known about this before your mother fell in love with me, would I still have continued to pursue her?"
Little Tronos looked up at him curiously.
Castile paused for a moment, then said with a firm voice, "I think it will!"
He chuckled softly: "I'm probably a very selfish person. Even though I know I can't stay with her for long, I still hope that she can stay for me a little longer."
"As for the future..."
Castile looked down at little Tronos: "Then we'll have to rely on you."
"Me?" Little Tronos exclaimed in surprise. "Could it be that I possess the ability to extend your lifespan?! I'm actually this powerful!"
“That’s wishful thinking.” Castile was amused by him. “I remember Eleanor gave you a book that contained the recipe for a potion of forgetfulness.”
He reverted to his usual nonchalant attitude towards Tronos and said, "You'd better study hard, or you'll end up studying for decades and still not be able to make a simple potion of forgetfulness."
"Hmph, old man, you should worry about whether you'll live to see me come of age."
Little Tronos was a little upset, but he still stubbornly said, "If you die too early, even if I memorize it all, I won't have the magic to make medicine."
"Don't worry, I'm strong and healthy, I can wait a mere forty years," Castile said loudly.
“But are you really willing to let your mother forget you?” Tronos asked.
"There's no such thing as being willing or unwilling. In the end, I've had your mother for decades, and that's enough."
Castile said it was enough, but the resentment and reluctance in his eyes were hard to quell.
"You want to do this, and does your mother agree?"
“I don’t know, but since I kept her here out of selfishness, I should take responsibility for it.” Castile slowed his pace.
Although little Tronos didn't quite understand, he instinctively disagreed, saying, "I think you should discuss it with your mother first. I think she might have a different opinion."
"Good lad, lecturing your father now." Castile laughed and scolded before becoming serious again. "But what you said makes sense. I'll talk to your mother about it."
"Hmph, that's more like it." Little Tronos's smugness ended with him tripping over a pebble and falling to the ground, scraping his hand.
"Such a big man, and he can't even walk properly." Castil mocked mercilessly, but he quickly put down what he was holding and knelt down to bandage little Tronos's wound.
"It's all because of you, my troublesome father!" Little Tronos pouted, looked up, and his expression suddenly froze.
A deep, cold voice sounded sinisterly from behind Castile:
"Look what I've run into, an underage witch and his human father. Interesting, very interesting."