Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  His movement was nothing fancy.

  Yet, it was quick as hell and lethal.

  The sword slit open the bird’s throat.

  The poor fire chicken uttered a cry of despair, and flopped down to the ground, twitching, blood welling from the cut. Its flames flickered and died, while its eyes were staring at Mag with hate.

  “You’re amazing, Father!” Amy exclaimed in delight, clapping. Ugly Duckling looked up at Amy with sullen eyes, for she was making it uncomfortable.

  Mag smiled and put his sword away.

  He felt a sudden loneliness.

  Amy crouched down beside the chicken, and said, “You can rest in peace now. I’ll be sure to enjoy your meat.”


  The fire chicken stared at Amy, and died with its eyes open.

  Mag smiled, and his loneliness of being invincible was gone without a trace.

  That was the first form of his Thirteen Swordplay Forms. It was simple yet deadly, and not easy to master.

  These forms were intended for killing enemies.

  Mag pretty liked them.

  “I have finished the mission, system,” Mag said with a smug smile. “And in such a short time. Impressive, right? You said my chance of survival was 50%, but I think I could have handled it just fine by myself.”


  “Word of advice: a moment of carelessness may cost you your life out here. And by the way, your mission is not finished until you get this chicken back home.”


  “Hold on. You didn’t say anything about carrying it back!” Mag said angrily.

  “This mission was meant for you to learn to show respect to the ingredients and their provider. If you didn’t carry it back, how would you understand how hard it is for me to run all the errands for you?”


  “So you want to sell the ingredients at a high price.”


  The system was taken by surprise. “How do you know that?”


  Mag laughed. “Isn’t that obvious? It’s low, even for you.”


  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Just finish your mission.”


  Mag looked down at the fire chicken—it was at least 20 kilograms. He was strong enough to carry it, of course, but he had to carry Amy as well.

  It had been badly injured in

  too. Mag Alex had ordered it to run, but two griffin riders had gone after it.

  There was nothing to be done for it; Mag had to carry the chicken back.

  Guy stopped when he heard the chicken’s last shrill cry of pain. No sound came after that.

  he thought, surprised and relieved.

  When Guy was about to leave, there suddenly came an unexpected deafening roar, accompanied by sonorous footsteps like drum beat.

  Guy looked back, shocked.

  He ran towards the sound.

  A bronze wild boar was a 3rd-tier magical beast, notorious for being rather grumpy and suddenly charging. Even a 5th-tier knight didn’t dare to meet its charge head on. Additionally, it was rushing downhill right now, which was far more dangerous.

  Guy thought to himself.

  The adventurers beneath the mountain heard the boar too.

  “Holy sh*t! A bronze wild boar!” a voice called.

  “It’s running downhill!” said a second voice.

  “Time to run, folks!” a third voice said……

  The roar shocked Mag. His eyes went wide when he looked up.

  A boar as big as an elephant, with half-a-meter-long tusks, sharp fangs, and bristles, was running towards them.

  Mag felt the ground shaking. It was basically a truck running out of control.

  “Sh*t! System, you’d better have nothing to do with this!” Mag called angrily.

  Amy stood up with the kitten in her arms, not looking afraid at all. “Wow, such a big pig! Can we have some pork tonight, Father?”