Inheriting a Lost Bloodline, My First Task is to have heirs?!-Chapter 402 - Another one knocking at the door

After his father pulled him under the shade of one of the trees, Quintin was scolded about not even making the effort to take care of himself especially his appearance. The scolded son looked at his father wordlessly then started looking at himself. Realizing that he did not even bother looking presentable before meeting with the female envoy because his priority was to get back to Ersha the soonest.

Quintin looked back in his father with an apologetic smile while scratching the back of his head. His father’s irritation subsided almost immediately, looking at his silly son. The chief then whispered to Quintin, "Hurry and fix yourself up then come back here. I am with the group so I will be alright. Make yourself desirable at least if you want a chance with the envoy."

Quintin’s eyes widened at what his father just said and he immediately defended himself, "Father, that was just a joke! I am not..." The chief hit the back of Quintin’s head slightly and whispered, "You think I do not know you? This is the first time you made a joke like that. I know you are interested in her." Quintin wanted to say more but he was pushed by his father while the chief was making his way back to the center of the group.

Quintin sighed and made a helpless smile. Even if he did not want to be desirable to anyone, he indeed look like a vagrant right now. No wonder the envoy closed the gates, thinking that he was a bandit that was coming for revenge.

Quintin ran to the direction of the lake. He looked for a secluded spot and started taking off his clothes. He placed it inside his tiny storage ring that he saved up really hard for. Once naked, he jumped into the water and started scrubbing on his body furiously using some soap that he always brought with him.

After his bath, he hurriedly dried himself up and changed to more presentable clothes. He then took a small dagger from his waist and using the water as a mirror, he started shaving his mustache and his beard. He also cut his unruly hair shorter, making him look way younger than before. Well, he is still young at 20 but all the hair and the scruffiness made him look like he’s over 30.

He did another look over on himself in his make shift mirror and he smiled. Oops! He also brushed his teeth with a weed he saw on the side of the lake and gargled like crazy. Once he is contented, he walked back towards the group in the middle of the forest.

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On the other side, in the middle of the forest, I am still busy explaining edible plants and medicinal herbs to a group of beginner healers and foragers. I want to make sure they do not miss harvesting valuable items. It took us about an hour just to cover a small distance since there are many things that we saw that are useful.

After the healers and foraging team, I also accompanied the hunting team to hunt some small game like rabbits, hares, wild birds like chicken, duck or pheasant and probably biggest we could find was deer. All the fiercer and bigger animals have evacuated my area because for some reason, they are scared of me. It must be their instinct to avoid certain death.

After hunting, I also showed them how to butcher properly so as to preserve the meat and also the fur and feathers since they can be made into clothes or even stuffing for pillow. The hunters looked amazed as to how from explaining edibles and herbs, I was also knowledgeable with butchering game.

I simply answered that it was a required course when you are an adventurer and I also love cooking so it was a useful skill for me as well. Some of the people murmured that it would be nice to have a school to teach people how to read, write and do some basic jobs which actually gave me an amazing idea.

Just when we were about to move forward again in our exploration, a strong sweet scent wafted from the direction of the lake. I have had a whiff of this before but it was faint as if it was masked by something. Now, it was stronger and more concentrated. It is hard to describe how addicting and enticing the scent is so I just tagged it as the scent of "strong resonance".

Just when I was still recovering from the sudden attack to my senses, a man walked into the clearing where our group was. He was dressed neatly with his hair cut short and fashionably. As I looked at his face, I couldn’t deny the uncanny resemblance to a certain friendly uncle I know. Damn, it’s the chief’s son. The deities of matchmaking is trying to mess with my life again.

I abruptly turn around to stop myself from looking at him and also as to not let the wind carry his scent to my nostrils. I continued teaching the hunters some butchering techniques and even added tips on how to treat the fur and feathers for their uses.

Honestly, it was just to distract myself. I have been controlling my pheromones, scent and everything else all the time so he might have not noticed it yet since I always kept a few meters of distance between us even in public places. It came as a great shock for me when his father introduced him to me since the space between us, shrunk drastically at that time.

Since we are done with the foraging and the hunting, I hurriedly walked towards the lake so that the fishermen will have their moment of harvesting food. Fishing has always been a patient man’s activity. Something that I honestly do not have so I focused on going around the lake, checking for herbs and other valuable plants.

I can feel Quintin’s gaze burying on to my back but I ignored it. I may be wrong. Maybe his body already knows but his brain hasn’t understood yet what was happening. As for me, I do not have any intention to clear it up or make a move about it.

I couldn’t help but curse in my mind repeatedly since I just met one in Bragen. Now, there is another one in Ersha. Are the deities of matchmaking planning to give me one for each city, village or town before I reach the northern military camps?

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