Chapter 103 - Worms and Birds Eggs (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Cortis plucked a leaf and folded it into a cone, then picked up the bird’s eggs from the nest and placed them into it.

“Aye, Cortis, don’t take that!” Bai Qingqing shook the tree. Cortis only had to move slightly and the tree would shake, but she didn’t even manage to budge it by a little.

With his tail curled around a tree branch, Cortis’s upper body dropped from above and faced Bai Qingqing upside down, his long hair drifting in mid-air.

“No need to be scared. These are eggs from the short-wing bird. They generally don’t hatch. Moreover, they lay one egg per day. Even if you don’t eat it, they would peck through the eggshell and eat it themselves.”

Lay one egg per day? Isn’t this a chicken?

Just as Bai Qingqing was thinking this, she heard the flapping of wings from the skies. She turned her head towards the source of the sound and saw a colorful pheasant flying towards the bird’s nest and maniacally pecking at Cortis’s tail.

The short-wing bird wasn’t the chicken that Bai Qingqing had imagined—it could fly very high, but its body was on the heavier side, so it would charge about randomly like a fighting bull. It wasn’t as light as birds, and neither could it fly as freely.

Its body was mostly brown, with some vibrant blue prints. Its tail was long and slim and of vibrant colors just like a peacock.

Cortis was irritated from being pecked at by the short-wing bird. His upper body went up the tree and was prepared to crush it to death when he heard Bai Qingqing say, “Don’t kill it. Let’s bring it home and let it lay eggs for us.”

“Okay.” Cortis retracted his strength and pinched the short-wing bird’s neck with an appropriate force before crawling down the tree and tying it with vines.

Beastmen were highly efficient creatures. It didn’t take more than 15 minutes before Cortis and Parker piled up a mountain of tree branches. After respectively tying the tree branches into a bundle and placing it on their shoulders, the two of them couldn’t be seen anymore.

All she could see now were two moving piles of firewood.

Holding ten-odd eggs, Bai Qingqing tipped her toes and was prepared to bear with the pain and walk back by herself.

She made a mental note to remember to wear shoes next time—even those weaved from grass would do. Else, she wouldn’t be able to enter the mountains.