Chapter 68: Born Cavalry

It can be counted as a blessing from misfortune.

"I didn't expect my self‑healing ability to have improved by more than one level." Fulade knew that it was the result of a brief modification by the Underworld Fire Demon King earlier.

Watching the hunters of demons bleed dry and die in droves, a slash of blood‑colored flame swept across, erasing the hunters' final traces completely.

"It's Fulade brother, Fulade brother, who saved us," a shout rang out.

Ailu flailed her limbs, like swallows returning to the forest, and instantly threw herself into Fulade's arms.

One could see Ailu's excited mood at that moment.

Gazing at her bright eyes misted with vapor and the several blood‑streaked wounds on her body, Fulade reached out, stroked her back, and whispered comfort.

Given Ailu's gentle yet slightly timid nature, she was probably terrified at that moment.

"Fulade brother." Another cry rang out.

Leiya and her mother Lu'anna followed suit and stepped out.

Looking at Ailu collapsed in Fulade's arms, a strange expression flashed across her face.

Hearing her sister's voice, Ailu visibly shivered, hurriedly slipped out of Fulade's embrace, and stood awkwardly beside him, looking a bit at a loss.

"Sister, you... whimper," Leiya, surprised, scanned Ailu from head to toe, as if wanting to say something.

But Ailu, as the older sister, flushed red and covered her mouth, stopping her.

On the other side, Lu'anna stepped before Fulade, gave a slight bow, expressing gratitude.

"Sir, I didn't get a chance to thank you last time; I didn't expect you to save us again this time. Now I don't know how to repay you."

Although Lu'anna's demeanor was calm when she looked at Fulade, his keen spiritual sense still detected an unnatural trace deep within her gaze.

It shouldn't be only Ailu's unusually intimate behavior just now.

There is also the embarrassment of not knowing how to face herself.

After all, Fulade is, as her deceased husband, the second male who has seen her body.

It is only because of his mature and rational nature that he can act naturally without showing any sign.

He gave a slightly meaningful glance at the handsome centaur with a cascade of silver hair.

Only when the other's gaze showed a hint of panic did he withdraw his stare.

He casually scanned the other's pointed ears, hidden among the hair, tinged crimson like a fairy's.

Fulade then said, "How did these people find this place?"

Facing Fulade's question, Lu'anna glanced at Ailu and said, "Probably Ailu went out looking for food and was tracked by them."

"Oh~" Fulade couldn't help but look toward Ailu.

Under Fulade's inquisitive gaze, Ailu blushed and lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes, ready to fall.

"Well, actually she probably went out looking for you," Lu'anna whispered.

"Since you left without saying goodbye last time, Ailu has been absent‑minded."

Saying that, Lu'anna gave Fulade another deep look: "During this period, she goes out almost every day."

"This period?" Fulade asked, slightly surprised.

"How long has it been since I left last time?"

Lu'anna looked at Fulade puzzled and said, "Probably seven or eight days."

Fulade frowned; he hadn't expected he'd been unconscious for so long.

As Fulade frowned in thought, Lu'anna suddenly noticed his missing right hand and exclaimed, "You're injured."

At Lu'anna's shout, Ailu ran over with a tense expression; upon seeing Fulade missing a palm, tears couldn't be held back and papa fell down.

Even Lu'anna and Leiya beside them kept looking at Fulade with concern, yet didn't know how to speak.

"Alright, you don't need to be so nervous; my hand can recover."

"Really?" Ailu, eyes watery, looked at Fulade and asked.

"Really. If you don't believe, watch closely," Fulade's eyes flashed with warmth as he smiled.

When everyone noticed tiny new flesh buds and tissue forming at the stump, their worries eased.

They also marveled at Fulade's body's self‑healing ability.

Boom—!!

At that moment, a surge of horse hooves thundered from afar.

Amidst swirling dust, dozens of centaurs thundered toward them.

"Lu'anna, we're here~!!" the leading middle‑aged male centaur shouted.

He was a massive, heavily muscled male centaur.

As Lu'anna whispered an introduction, Fulade learned that he was the garrison captain of their centaur tribe.

Lu'anna stepped forward and said, "Krus, thank you for the support, but the enemy has already been eliminated by Fulade."

Fearing Krus might misunderstand, the meticulous Lu'anna first introduced Fulade to Krus.

After a brief exchange, the centaurs who had originally glared at Fulade softened.

Having learned the facts, they lowered their guard and their gazes turned friendly.

"Thank you for your help, warrior," centaur garrison captain Krus said.

Seeing this sincere male centaur kneel and bow before him, Fulade could tell the gratitude was genuine.

How simple‑hearted.

Looking at the group of robust centaurs, averaging 1.9 to 2 meters tall, Fulade's eyes flickered briefly.

"It's nothing, just a trivial effort; helping you is my honor," Fulade said, bowing very gentlemanly.

Such modest humility instantly earned a wave of kind looks.

Centaur Krus couldn't help but laugh heartily, "Friend, you saved my tribe; tonight's bonfire feast, we won't leave until we're drunk."

Krus, in a very hearty manner, patted his chest and shouted to the centaurs behind him, "Let's go, for our friends, prepare a sumptuous banquet."

Another roar, with dust swirling, these centaurs arrived quickly and left just as fast.

Seeing Fulade's slightly surprised gaze, Lu'anna explained, "You know, the food here isn't lavish, so they need time to prepare."

Fulade suddenly understood; it turned out they had gone hunting.

Watching the centaurs' swiftly departing silhouettes, Fulade couldn't help to internally assess their strength.

"Truly natural cavalry."

Extraordinary speed, powerful physical explosiveness, this is a group of extraordinary beings whose evolution is mainly passive.

"It's a pity to stay here."

Fulade looked at Lu'anna beside him, showing a hint of contemplation.

(End of chapter)