Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 919

Chapter 915 Why Me Again

Chapter 919 Why Me Again?

The smell of the droppings wasn’t actually that strong, but Corvin had just been marhated in it inside the mach

Atherian’s sense of smell was sharp to begin with Right now, Corvin reeked awfully.

“Pm going right now.” Corvin was disgusted with himself, too. He bolted straight back to his room on the airship to shower.

The airship steadily moved out of the cliff. The hatch opened again.

Drake walked in, holding a small green bird about the size of a pheasant with a bucket strapped around its rear.

Thud! Thud! Thud! The little bird kept firing droppings into the bucket.

The impact sounded like it might blow the bottom clean off at any second.

Lucien and Alaric both felt their eyelids twitch.

“Why’d you bring one back?” Alaric asked, looking at Drake.

Drake answered with complete seriousness, “Didn’t Emma want you to make skincare out of the crap? These birds are way too aggressive. Not only is collecting the droppings difficult, but it won’t be fresh if we wait until the next day.

“So it’s better to keep one. That way, we’ll always have a fresh supply. Nobody has to dive into that sky full of birds and come back covered in crap.”

Edric immediately gave him a thumbs–up. “Good idea.”

Lucien added, “Once Alaric perfects the formula, we’ll send people to capture more birds and raise them properly.”

He had no intention of ever going back there himself.

“Why would we raise all of them?” Marcus frowned. “Emma alone can’t possibly use that much bird droppings, right?”

Do we really need to keep a whole flock in the castle? What if they got loose? Marcus shuddered, recalling the earlier chaos.

“Of course, she won’t use that much.”

Alaric and Malrik both looked at Lucien and Calum.

Alaric smirked. “Looks like the Marshal and His Highness have figured out how to turn my work into a business, eh?”

Malrik chimed in, “Hey, we were all there today. So everyone should get a cut, right? If there’s money to be made, it’s not just going into your pockets.”

Marcus instantly got it. He slumped in his chair, half–dead as usual. “Then I want in too. My old man cut off my allowance. And I can’t exactly ask Emma for money. She won’t even let me take stuff from the Drakonids, too.

“I’m not like Edric, who has the Interstellar Hunter Alliance, nor am I Drake, who rules the Four Domains. The Drakonids are basically swimming in money. And I don’t have a proper job like the rest of you. I’ve got to find some way to earn a side income.”

Drake was speechless. He suddenly had the urge to smear the droppings in the bucket all over Marcus‘ face.

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Chapter 19 Why Me Again

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Eelm couldn’t help looking at Marcus. “Fair point. You are the most idle one here. How about you join my military disor

A fighter at Marcus fevel would be snapped up anywhere. He was just too lazy to work. Otherwise, he would not be broke.

Marcus shot him a look. “Do you hate me or something? Are you trying to ruin my life?”

Work in the military? Ain’t happening. I’m a wolf, not some work mule.

Catum didn’t bother replying.

Jim, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, “You might want to change the bucket”

He had a feeling that the bucket was about to blow.

His caution snapped everyone’s attention back to the bird.

“I’ll go find something sturdier.” Lucien left immediately after saying that. Right now, putting distance from the bucket felt like a survival strategy.

After scrubbing himself several times and making sure there was no lingering smell, Corvin finally stepped out, only to see the bird and the bucket in the corner.

“You guys actually brought one back?” He ran over in surprise. Earlier, he’d been too busy surviving to really look at the birds.

Adjusting his glasses, he leaned in closer.

“Why is this one so small? Weren’t the others all huge?”

They looked like mini fighter jets.

“This one’s probably a baby?”

He poked its head lightly. “So the feathers are actually green–blue. I thought they were just plain green from a distance.”

The others watched him crouch there, studying the bird, and quietly took a few steps back.

Edric warned him, “Corvin, it’s been firing nonstop. Be careful. Don’t get any on you.”

Corvin waved him off. “What’s there to worry about? It’s so tiny. How much damage can it do? It already has a bucket covering the bottom. It’s fine.”

Boom!

Just as he finished his sentence, the bucket exploded. All he saw was a flash of white.

Splat!

Bird droppings slapped all over him.

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