Chapter 60: Centaur Girl (Please follow the story!

Fulade straightened his clothes and paid no attention to Amelia, who had already fainted.

Coming to the outer hall of the room, he saw the little loli Sonia curled up on the sofa, fast asleep with a flushed face and somewhat disheveled clothes.

Perhaps because the weather had already turned cold, Sonia at this moment was hugging her arms against the cold, wrapping them across her chest.

Seeing this, Fulade shook his head helplessly, scooped up her somewhat petite body in one arm, and walked back into the bedroom, tucking the covers over both of them.

In her daze, Sonia, sensing something slightly unusual, seemed to see Fulade's face right before her eyes.

She could not help murmuring, "Wuu~ I'm not ready yet, Fulade, can I please not study anymore?"

Hearing the murmured sleep-talk coming from Sonia's mouth, Fulade's eye twitched unnaturally a few times.

Looking at Sonia, who was smacking her lips, rolling over, wrapping her arms around Amelia, and continuing to sleep soundly.

Fulade took a deep breath and turned to walk outside.

"Master."

Outside the room, Weiluona, having noticed Fulade come out, emerged from another room.

Upon seeing Weiluona, Fulade shook his head: "Weiluona, you don't need to follow me anymore. I'll go by myself this time."

"But—"

Weiluona seemed somewhat unable to set her mind at ease; after all, Marcus had previously revealed that there would be danger, so Weiluona was very worried about Fulade's safety.

However, upon seeing Fulade's stern gaze, Weiluona ultimately swallowed the words of persuasion she had been about to say.

Seeing the silent Weiluona, Fulade then said, "Not letting you go is also for your own good. What if I can't look after you?"

"Mm~!" Fulade caressed Weiluona's face and said softly.

The two gazed at each other for a long time before Weiluona finally withdrew her gaze and nodded in agreement.

"After I leave, there won't be any need for people here either. When the time comes, take them back."

After saying that, without lingering any further, he leapt up from the corridor terrace and headed toward the northern border of Weiweiya.

The time was noon.

A figure draped in a large black cloak suddenly appeared in a dilapidated village.

"How desolate," Fulade's gaze flickered as he took in everything before him.

A village overgrown with weeds, dilapidated houses, mice darting by from time to time, and not far away, over a hundred burial mounds.

As Fulade walked into the place with steady strides, the original appearance of this ruined village was revealed before him one by one.

"Wasn't there supposed to be a stream encircling the village? Why is it gone?" Fulade murmured.

"Clatter—"

The sound of an object falling to the ground suddenly rang out.

"Who is it!?" Fulade abruptly stopped in his tracks and looked toward the source of the sound.

What met his eyes was a mostly collapsed courtyard wall, a roof overgrown with wild grass, and a half-concealed door still swaying slightly.

"Come out, I know you're in there."

"If you don't come out, don't blame me for being rude~!" Fulade's eyes hardened as he spoke slowly.

As his words fell, a wisp of scorching blood-colored flame also rose in Fulade's palm.

Seeing that there was still no answer from that house, Fulade gradually lost patience.

"Hmph~ Since that's the case, then don't blame me." Fulade gave a cold snort.

With a swing of his arm forward, the flame instantly transformed into a blood-colored flame dragon that struck fiercely toward that house.

"No~!!" "Boom rumble~!!"

Just as a somewhat childish cry of alarm rang out, the blood-colored fire dragon also exploded in an instant.

Dust and debris shot up into the sky, fragments of the house sprayed outward, and a somewhat peculiar figure was sent flying by the enormous impact of the blood-colored fire dragon's explosion.

As the dust settled, the dilapidated house had been leveled to the ground, replaced by an enormous crater of ruins.

However, Fulade did not pay too much attention to the terrifying destruction he had caused.

Instead, he focused his gaze entirely on a peculiar figure.

He saw an alluring young girl with long brown hair and a flawless face, lying unconscious on the ground.

If you ignored her lower half, you would indeed marvel that this was absolutely a rare beauty in the world.

But when Fulade continued to look downward, the scene before his eyes could not help but leave him greatly shocked.

He saw that this was actually a strange creature with the upper body of a human torso and the lower body of a horse.

"A centaur~!?" Fulade examined her with a shocked expression.

Fulade hurriedly stepped forward to examine her closely.

He saw that the centaur girl was draped in a suit of leather armor pieced together from worn leather, with four smooth, sturdy, powerful thighs exposed, appearing exceptionally round and full.

A tattered cloak covered her plump, upturned, round buttocks; as Fulade lifted it, a deep brown horse tail was revealed.

Her lower legs became slender from the knees downward, and by the ankles they had completely transformed into hooves.

"Not only does she have no mane, but her skin is actually much smoother than that of an ordinary human female." Fulade rubbed his chin and murmured curiously.

This was Fulade's first time seeing this strange race that only appeared in the myths of his previous life and in games.

Driven by vigorous curiosity, Fulade was instantly filled with a desire to investigate thoroughly, completely forgetting his original purpose for this trip.

As Fulade kept feeling around, the snow-white, full, towering swellings encased in leather armor of the unconscious centaur girl could not help but grow ever more prominent and magnificent with her rapid breathing.

Only upon noticing the girl's increasingly flushed face did Fulade withdraw his recklessly groping fingers.

Looking at the girl's pointed ears and constantly blinking eyelashes, Fulade suddenly said:

"Stop pretending, I know you're already awake."

As his words fell, the girl very obediently opened her eyes, which were now brimming with moisture.

When her gaze turned toward Fulade, a look interwoven with various emotions—fear, terror, shyness, reluctance, and remorse—filled the centaur girl's watery large eyes as they looked at Fulade.

This was still Fulade's first time seeing a person express such a full range of emotions at once.

From this we can see how complicated the centaur girl's feelings were at that moment.

"Please, don't kill me; I just came out looking for something to eat."

"I've been hungry for a long time; I didn't mean to offend you."

The centaur girl was clearly quite frightened by the terrifying attack Fulade had unleashed earlier.

Watching the centaur girl frantically shake her head and beg him, Fulade could sense that she was very afraid of the world outside.

With a trace of doubt and curiosity, Fulade deliberately softened his tone, gently comforting the girl's now sensitive and fragile spirit, dispelling her guard.

The centaur girl felt the faint warmth from the hand above her head, as well as the gentle whispers of the man before her, and her expression gradually steadied.

The centaur girl could clearly sense that this terrifyingly powerful human bore no malice or prejudice toward her.

Seeing the centaur girl settle, Fulade stared into her eyes and asked softly, "What is your name, and where do you come from?"

(End of chapter)