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Bai Qingqing, who had yet to process the question, asked him curiously with a smile, âWhere to?â
âSea Cliff.â Facing his awakened spouse, Muir felt all the more reluctant to part. He suppressed his weak emotions and said in an even deeper and raspier tone, âTo incubate the eggs. Iâll come back after teaching him how to fly.â
Bai Qingqing froze. âBut you didnât even go back to Sea Cliff during the cold season...â
âThatâs because I was worried about you, then. Now...â
Now that food was in abundance and there was plenty of manpower at home, his absence wouldnât affect anything. It was just that he wouldnât be able to capture delicious prey for Qingqing while he was away.
Bai Qingqing very much wanted to change something, but at the thought of the little snake who had lost control, she fell silent.
Curtis, however, suddenly said coldly, âIf you only want one egg, go ahead and leave. But donât count on anyone to incubate your remaining eggs.â
The stunned Muir and Bai Qingqing simultaneously said, âSay what?â
They both stared at Curtis in shock.
As an eagle beastman who was abandoned by his father right after he learned how to fly, Muir hadnât had any chance to interact with females before he came of age, so he had no idea what the process of giving birth to eggs was like.
Unlike snake beastmen who inherited knowledge from their legacy, eagle beastmen didnât even have as profound an understanding of their own species as snake beastmen.
This knowledge was gained by coincidence. One of Curtisâs ancestors had captured a female pregnant with eagle eggs. As the saying goes: âKnowing oneâs own strength and the enemyâs is the sure way to victoryâ. The eagle tribe being snake beastmenâs natural enemy, these memories were passed down in the legacy from generation to generation.
Previously, Curtis had already made a fool of Muir using his understanding of the eagle tribe. Now, he was scorning him with his knowledge again.
âEagle eggs donât come out all at once. There might be more eggs in Snowâs stomach,â Curtis said blandly.
Bai Qingqing: â...â If there was water in her mouth at the moment, she would definitely have spat it all out.
Dammit. It wasnât as if she was a chicken. Why should she give birth to an egg a day!
That wasnât right. Humans didnât have so many eggs. It was impossible for her to give birth like that.
With that thought, Bai Qingqing felt much more relaxed. But she had a feeling there ought to be one more egg in her stomach.
It wasnât abnormal to produce two eggs in one menstrual cycle. Wasnât there such a thing as fraternal twinsâtwins that looked completely different from each other?
Muir widened his eyes, not at all angered by Curtisâs contemptuous attitude. He placed the egg steadily on the grass pile, then turned around and sprinted off.
âWhereâs he going?â Bai Qingqing picked up the egg again, thinking she might not have such a chance again once Muir took it with him to incubate.
Curtis smoothed her messy hair and said, âOff to get the doctor, I guess.â
Indeed, just as he had guessed, Muir very quickly returned with Harvey. The moment he entered the bedroom, he nearly hurled Harvey at Bai Qingqing.
âHurry up and have a look at Qingqing.â
Harvey wasnât fazed upon seeing the egg in Bai Qingqingâs arms. He asked, âIs this yours?â
Naturally, this question was directed at Muir.
âMm.â Muirâs tanned skin flushed indistinctly, and he dared not look at his spouse.
To be so inferior as a spouse, he could feel a fiery sensation on his face.
Why hadnât he spent some time asking a fellow eagle beastman who already had progeny of their own? Else, he wouldnât have embarrassed himself like this today. Nor would he have been misled by Curtis during the cold season.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Thinking back, it really was incredibly dumb of him. Clearly, he had inexhaustible techniques when it came to hunting, but it was like his brain lost its ability to function when facing Bai Qingqing. Never mind the fact that he was clueless as to how eagle eggs were laid. To think he could even believe that those ten eggs belonged to him.
Curtis neednât even do anything, and Muir would be killed by his own stupidity.