Chapter 1191 The Winged King
——You fucking bastard just want to fuck me!
Ai Hua was immediately embarrassed and annoyed.
For some reason, he felt like a noble lady or princess being harassed by crude mercenaries from a foreign race...
Besides, there are no wild sheep and fish in this desert. Aren’t they all raised by people?
What you see is your own, right?
"Well, sir?"
The red-haired chief looked at Aiwass eagerly, his eyes so scorching that they seemed to melt Aiwass. "I don't think I'm ugly—according to human standards. I've had several human lovers who praised my beauty and passion. I sensed that you glanced at me several times just now, didn't you?"
As she spoke, she puffed out her chest with pride.
It was larger than Haena and comparable in scale to Cardinal Matilda.
This harpy was at least a head taller than Haena, and even about the same height as Aiwass. Her breasts were truly bigger than her head.
"...That's because, although I've read about the customs of the harpy people in books, I was still a little surprised when I first saw them."
Aiwass coughed lightly and added, "The person I met last time was still wearing a coat when he saw me."
"Oh, Celeno? She's my sister, we have the same mother. Don't you notice we look a bit alike?"
At this point, the rude harpy chief finally introduced himself. "By the way, my name is Erlo—you can just call me by my first name. Sorry, I forgot I had to mention it. We don't really place much importance on names, especially when it comes to outsiders. When we address someone within our tribe, we usually use the most famous name... For example, Celeno isn't often addressed by her first name. Instead, they'd call her 'Ero's sister' or 'Harpy's daughter.'"
The great chieftain, named Erlo, briefly defended himself, then stared intently at Aiwass with a broad smile. "Do you want to chat with me? Of course, of course... We can chat for as long as you like, handsome and great benefactor. I've long heard that you are a compassionate person, and today it seems to be true!"
— What are you really talking about? I didn't say anything, but you just looked at me and said I was compassionate... Do I look compassionate?
Aiwass was a little overwhelmed for a moment.
Although the harpy people like the blood of the strong, this chief is too humble... It feels like there is nothing to talk about and he just keeps bragging.
There are quite a few good masters who have rested in peace, but the harpy people have not shown much respect for these good masters... After all, good masters first need to be adaptable to the Path of Dusk, which means that they must be a race and individual who cares particularly about death and pays attention to memories and remembrances.
Therefore, benevolent masters are usually humans, with a lower chance of being lizardmen or snakemen, but trolls and harpies are unlikely to become benevolent masters. However, due to the unique body structure of harpies, they are least likely to die of starvation or thirst - when hungry, they can catch a sheep or fish, and when thirsty, they can find a river to drink a few sips of water.
What, sheep and fish are raised by free people? River water is a gift from the good Lord?
——That’s none of my business. I’ll fly away after eating and drinking.
A river is so long, it can't possibly be filled with people. They'd just eat and leave, leaving no trace, and no one would even know who did it... As long as they weren't caught face-to-face, eating a bite and leaving wouldn't cause any big trouble.
These harpies have no desire for power. Like the trolls, they eat almost all other species and cannot unite slaves. Even escaped slaves may be captured and eaten by passing harpies. Therefore, although the harpies have persisted in adhering to the principle of zero-dollar purchases, they have never been wiped out by good masters.
After all, even a good ruler would be afraid that his city would be hated by these harpy people.
They certainly couldn't break in, and the good master certainly wouldn't starve to death. However, all kinds of rare resources had to rely on trade between city-states and freight from outside to be delivered. If they really offended the harpies, they wouldn't be able to survive the guerrilla warfare for long.
Unlike the rebels, who at least marched on the ground and had a base, the harpies flew everywhere, impossible to see or catch. Their nests might just be high sand dunes or mines, where they could just scoop up their eggs and run off without any burden.
This race is even more rogue than the goblins. Only in the Kingdom of Horus are the harpies more cultured and respectable.
Because of this, Aiwass didn't want to offend them.
But thinking of this, Aiwass suddenly had an idea and vaguely realized something.
A fifth-level chief shouldn't be such a lickspittle, it's like he's never seen a man before...
"Ero," Aiwass asked, "Am I good-looking in your opinion?"
"You are the most beautiful human being I have ever seen."
Chief Eruo immediately said with absolute certainty, "No, not just humans—even elves are not as good-looking as you!"
...That shouldn't be the case.
Aiwass knew he was handsome, but if you were to say "most" handsome... he was probably just average for an elf. At least few people in the Theocracy had ever praised or even noticed his looks. And the compliments he received were like, "Whose kitten is so cute?"—something polite and exaggerated.
unless……
There is another possibility here.
Huan Tiansi's appearance may have been very consistent with the aesthetic taste of the winged people back then.
According to Aiwas's previous investigation and research, Amber is most likely the lover of Huan Tiansi... Amber herself is a winged person, and Lucifer once had a good relationship with Huan Tiansi.
The only surviving Winged Ones today are essentially the Harpy lineage. They are a degraded Winged One bloodline, but if the Harpy tradition is correct—that the strength of the bloodline determines the survival rate of offspring—then it is highly likely that their strength itself is related to the degree of atavism.
In that case...
As Aiwas thought about it, six white wings suddenly popped out from behind him.
At that moment, Chief Erlo's pupils trembled violently.
The immense power of authority made her kneel down on the ground without hesitation, tears streaming down her face in an instant.
It was a call from instinct, a worship deep in the blood, and an ecstasy that could not be suppressed—
She didn't even know why she did this. Deep down in her heart, there was a voice teaching her to obey all of Aiwas's orders.
It is just like obedience to the mother and the chief, or even higher than obedience to the mother and the chief!
But she herself... was already the Great Chief! Now the highest of this race, who could be higher than her?
Erlo felt a sense of bewilderment.
“…Is that so?”
Aiwass sighed, feeling somewhat melancholy. He didn't feel much joy, only the burden on his shoulders had become heavier.
That was a gift from Lucifer, a legacy from his former best friend.
[Dedication - Wings of Gospel: The six wings are the mark of the Winged King. Unfold the white wings of gospel, and the priority of any supernatural power you use against the Winged Ones is +1; you can use the ability "Paradise Lost"]
The Winged King...
——The harpy-man can be considered as the remaining branch of the winged people!
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