RPAGF Chapter 522 Extra 1 Yan Cang
Chapter 522 Extra 1 Yan Cang
The weather on the Orc Continent is unpredictable; after just a few rain showers, it has already started to get cooler.
As autumn arrives and the grains ripen, the beastmen are busy harvesting crops to store food for the snow season.
Within the City of Beasts, the beastmen bustled about, chatting and laughing, creating a vibrant and lively scene of human life.
In a charming two-story courtyard, wisps of smoke rose early from the kitchen, the aroma carrying for hundreds of meters. Passing beastmen craned their necks, straining to sniff the air, but none dared to approach.
There's no other reason than that it's the residence of the High Priest and the City Lord. In the past, it wouldn't have mattered, but now, during this special period, they almost dare not go near there.
Three months ago, when the army returned to the city, they learned the devastating news that the high priest was seriously injured and unconscious. Every member of the tribe in the City of Ten Thousand Beasts was anxious and restless.
Lang Cang practically locked himself inside his residence, forbidding anyone from visiting Lin Baiyan. Even the trivial matters in the city were handled by Hu Qiu and his men, who would deliver the booklets to the door and leave them there, only to retrieve them the next day.
Although the high priest has now awakened, the city lord shows no intention of opening his residence, and they dare not displease him at this time.
At this moment, a tall and imposing figure, dressed in a short animal hide armor and carrying a bag of freshly ground cornmeal on his shoulder, slowly walked along the path towards the residential area.
This person was none other than Lang Cang.
The beastmen who had been surrounding them at a distance all retreated when they saw the city lord exuding a chilling aura.
Once Lang Cang was quite far away, they secretly huddled together and whispered, "Hasn't the High Priest already woken up? Why is the City Lord's aura still so low?"
"That's right. I have a brother in the training camp. I heard that the city lord has become even more ruthless when training the warriors these past few days."
Although it was a stroke of good luck that Lang Cang was willing to guide them, which male beastman wouldn't be terrified when facing the city lord whose fists were as big as bowls?
The male orc's face fell at the thought. "Could it be that he had a fight with the high priest?"
“How could that be? With our city lord’s appearance, would he dare to contradict the high priest?” Another orc retorted without hesitation.
The orcs beside him nodded in unison. How could the city lord, who deeply loves his partner, possibly be angry with the high priest?
"Then why do you think the High Priest hasn't left the courtyard even though he's clearly awake?"
Not only that, their city lord wouldn't even allow the orcs to get close. Even though the high priest had already awakened, he had never shown his face. The city lord hadn't even allowed the elders to see the high priest.
Upon hearing this, the surrounding beastmen were puzzled. What were the city lord and the high priest up to?
At this moment, Lang Cang was completely unaware of the other beastmen's speculations. Even if he knew, he wouldn't change his mind. He walked quickly, and a strange light flashed in his eyes as he thought of the sub-beastman waiting for him at home.
Lang Cang had a keen sense of smell; he smelled the aroma of food almost as soon as he approached the courtyard gate. His expression changed, and he pushed open the gate and strode inside.
Upon entering the courtyard, he found the kitchen door wide open. Lang Cang walked a few steps to the eaves, unloaded the animal skin bag he was carrying onto the steps, and strode into the kitchen.
At this moment, a slightly thin figure stood on the stove, his back to him and his head slightly tilted. His fair neck, exposed to the air, was covered with red marks.
Seemingly having heard the voice behind him, the figure turned around, smiled at him, and said, "You're back?"
Despite the gentle and refined smile, Lang Cang remained expressionless. He strode up to the sub-beastman, picked up Lin Baiyan, and looked down at his partner in his arms. "Didn't I tell you you weren't allowed to get out of bed?"
Lin Baiyan's smile froze, a slight pang of guilt crossing her face. She tried to explain herself, "I just thought you must be tired after coming back from the planting area, so I wanted to cook you a meal..."
Lang Cang interrupted him, saying curtly, "I'll go to the cafeteria when I'm hungry, you don't need to worry about that."
As he spoke, he led Lin Baiyan away from the kitchen and back to the bedroom. He gently placed the beastman on the bed, draped a cloak over him to wrap him securely, and then covered his legs with the blankets from the bed.
While doing these things, Lang Cang remained silent with a sullen face, looking particularly frightening.
Lin Baiyan sat there obediently, letting Lang Cang do whatever he wanted, but he felt a little numb. This wasn't the first or second time that Lang Cang had acted this way, refusing to communicate.
Ever since he woke up, Lang Cang's attitude has been strange. He seems to treat him like a fragile porcelain doll, almost as if he were hanging on his head and carefully holding him.
No, we can't let him keep locking himself up like this.
If this continues, not only himself, but even Lang Cang would find it unbearable to live in constant fear.
"Cang, let's talk." Lin Baiyan stretched out an arm from under his cloak and grasped Lang Cang's large hand. "I've woken up now, so don't worry anymore."
Lang Cang seemed not to hear, lowering his eyes slightly to look at the slender arm resting on his large hand. The wrist bones on the thin, white wrist were clearly visible. He turned his head to the side and remained silent, his handsome face, seemingly calm, concealing an extremely turbulent undercurrent.
Seeing his unyielding attitude, Lin Baiyan felt her head throb even more. "Cang, I promise you I will never be impulsive like before again, okay?"
"Just let me out. Let's not talk about the trivial matters in the city. Just talk about She Ming. He was injured because of me, and now only I can save him. You have to let me go and take a look."
Lang Cang suddenly raised his head, a sharp glint in his eyes. "Who told you about this?"
Lin Baiyan had only been awake for three days when he learned about the Snake Underworld.
"I've already warned them not to come near here." Lang Cang said, standing up to leave. He wanted to see who dared to disobey his orders right under his nose.
Lin Baiyan gripped his wrist tightly, not allowing him to leave. In his anxiety, he suddenly felt a sharp pain explode in his chest. He subconsciously pressed his palm against his heart, his head drooped slightly, and his whole body curled up into a ball.
Lang Cang was terrified by his appearance, feeling as if his heart had stopped beating for a moment. He knelt on the ground with a thud, his hand trembling as he reached out, not daring to touch Lin Baiyan's body. "What, what happened? Weren't the wounds already healed?"
He had personally examined Lin Baiyan's wounds, and they were clearly healed.
The orc lay prone on the bed, his shoulder blades protruding prominently from his back, covered only by a thin layer of skin and flesh, a sight that evoked pity.
After Lin Baiyan recovered from the sudden pain in his heart, a light sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead. Seeing this, Lang Cang took the exceptionally soft white fox fur handkerchief from the bedside table and carefully wiped away the sub-beastman's sweat, his voice filled with alarm, "Does it still hurt...?"
Lin Baiyan felt a pang of pain in his heart at the panic in the man's eyes. He gently propped himself up and looked down to find that the male beastman was kneeling on the ground.