While answering, El casually popped a dumpling into his mouth.
He noticed his parents' suspicions, and since there was still quite a bit of beef at home, he decided to just tell the truth.
His greatest virtue is his honesty.
"Oh, that's good. So the tauren you killed yourself are fine... Wait a minute, El, what did you kill?"
Just as Carl Wayne felt relieved, he pondered Al's words and discovered a new problem.
What do you mean by a minotaur who hunts with his own hands? What were you doing while the two of us were working in the fields?
"Uh, Dad, it's just what you think. Didn't you tell me where the monsters gather? I just went to buy a batch of ingredients."
"The minotaur was freshly killed this morning. I've put the rest of the meat in the cellar; it won't spoil for a few days."
"Little El, are you alright? How are you? Are you okay?"
The mother was even more worried about El's health. Minotaur were formidable monsters that even the sheriff dreaded, and El was going hunting alone...
"It's alright, I used magic, not a single drop of the minotaur's blood got on me."
"El, you can use magic now? When did this happen?"
Carl Wayne raised a questioning voice once again. Since returning home, his words could almost be condensed into one word.
"What"
Now, Carl Wayne has many questions on his mind. He feels that the world is changing a little too fast.
He suddenly realized that having such a smart child as El was sometimes quite tiring.
Putting everything else aside, the sudden shock he experienced today is really not good for his heart.
Looking at the child in front of him, who was still well-behaved and sensible, he opened his mouth several times and then closed it again, finally letting out a sigh.
"Sigh... I understand now. My El is indeed no ordinary person. This is a talent he was born with."
El, you've grown up and become more sensible. In the future, if you have your own ideas about things, neither of us will stop you.
However, you must be careful; we cannot do anything against our conscience, and you must think carefully before making a decision, so as not to put yourself in danger.
His father's hand rested on his shoulder; it felt light yet heavy and warm to Al now.
He could feel his family's love for him and their pride in his growth.
They were just worried about getting into trouble themselves and hoped he could stay safe and sound.
"Don't worry, Dad. I have a clear understanding of myself. I won't do anything risky."
By the way, back to that minotaur we were talking about, I cooked quite a few dishes, why don't you guys try them?
"That's a good idea, El. The meatballs in your bowl look delicious. May I?"
"Let's forget about that. Handmade beef balls are very firm, and I'm afraid they'll hurt your teeth."
"Seriously? What are you saying? Is it really that exaggerated?"
The atmosphere instantly returned to the joyful and warm state of a family, and the previous seriousness vanished without a trace.
Except... well, Karl Wayne didn't believe what El said about him being defeated by a dumpling or anything.
So, I gave it a try.
As a result, Al and his mother finished their meals, but Carl Wayne had only one dumpling left in his bowl, about a third of it.
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