The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 57: Where’s Your Integrity?

He took a deep look at Cynthia, wondering if she was still the same lazy, gluttonous, ugly, and hopelessly silly female?

Why does it feel like she’s a completely different person, from the inside out.

However, he quite liked this change.

"Ding, congratulations, Luna, Malachi Arcanus’ favorability increased by 10 points, current favorability is 10. Please keep up the good work."

At this moment, Cynthia heard the system’s voice inside her head.

She looked at Malachi Arcanus in surprise.

Praise a couple of times and the favorability increases—is it that easy to earn favorability now?

Previously Cynthia used to praise this man a lot, but the result was counterproductive, he grew even more resentful, making her want to punch him.

Which made Cynthia very afraid of him, avoiding him later on.

Malachi Arcanus didn’t know what she was thinking, seeing her looking at him in surprise made him curious.

He reached out and touched his face, questioning in confusion, "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something dirty on my face?"

Cynthia snapped back to reality and shook her head hurriedly, "No, I just think you look really handsome, and it stunned me for a moment."

She spared no effort in her praise, who doesn’t like to hear good things?

Especially the man in front of her, who is her target for strategy.

Naturally, she praised without reservation, since saying nice things costs nothing.

Sure enough, she heard the system’s voice chime in again.

"Ding, congratulations, Luna, Malachi Arcanus’ favorability increased by 5 points, current favorability is 15. Please continue to maintain."

She curved her lips into a joyful smile, becoming more sure that when strategizing these men, compliments should flow freely, since it costs nothing to praise.

She looked at Malachi Arcanus, smiling brightly and said, "Malachi Arcanus, have you noticed that you really are incredibly handsome, handsome to a world-shaking degree, no wonder so many females in the tribe like you."

Malachi Arcanus twitched his lips at her praise, looking at her strangely.

Thinking about her waving her underwear and singing bizarre songs at Corbin Crowley by the riverside last night.

Though it happened last night, it had already spread throughout the tribe, naturally reaching his ears.

He suddenly understood something.

His gaze on her became more peculiar, thinking she wanted to mate with him, thus intentionally said these things.

"Don’t think saying nice things will make me mate with you."

Malachi Arcanus’s gaze circled on Cynthia’s face, his eyes dark and deep, inexplicably making this statement.

Cynthia almost choked on her own spit upon hearing him.

How did she never notice before that this man’s thinking was so peculiar?

All she did was praise him twice, how did it turn into a mating discussion?

Although he was her strategy target, she didn’t have intentions of that nature right now.

Cough, even if she did, she wouldn’t make it so obvious, right?

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who wants to mate with you?"

She rolled her eyes irritably and spoke angrily.

Feeling a bit speechless, how come these men are all so narcissistic?

Last night Corbin Crowley also acted like this, accusing her of wanting to mate with him all the time.

Although Cynthia’s predecessor indeed wanted to mate with them.

But she’s not the predecessor.

Seeing her irritated, Malachi Arcanus thought he had guessed her mind correctly, and coldly huffed, "You’d better not have designs on me, I won’t mate with you. You should understand the consequences."

Cynthia was genuinely angry this time, not bothering to deal with him anymore.

She stood up and walked out of the cave, taking two soup bowls off the stove, and scooping the stone pot full of venison into them.

One bowl for Corbin Crowley, one bowl for Rhys Blackwood.

After all, Rhys Blackwood hunted the venison, it’s only right to give him a bowl.

Plus, he’s also her strategy target.

As for Corbin Crowley, the dog-man, it’s purely to increase favorability.

The system rewards are really alluring, even though Corbin Crowley is really annoying, she had no choice but to brush his favorability by giving him food.

Even if she might get mocked by him.

She took two pairs of chopsticks and walked out.

Malachi Arcanus saw her leaving with two bowls of venison, his expression turned strange, unable to help but ask, "Where are you going?"

She paused her steps and replied without turning back, "Going to give the venison to Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood."

After speaking, she left with the bowls.

Malachi Arcanus watched her departing figure, eyebrows knitted deeper.

For some reason, an inexplicable feeling of irritation suddenly arose in his heart.

He frowned at her back, his expression enigmatic.

But he quickly snapped back to his senses and continued eating his bowl of venison.

No matter to whom Cynthia gave her food, it wouldn’t taste as good as the bowl of venison in front of him.

Unaware of Malachi Arcanus’s thoughts, Cynthia carried the venison to the mountaintop.

Corbin Crowley lives at the mountaintop, facing the south gate.

Rhys Blackwood’s cave is also there, but located at the back, facing the cliff, reachable only via a narrow path.

If it were her previous weight, climbing to the mountaintop would have exhausted her to death.

Now that she’s slimmer, it’s much easier.

It’s still a bit tiring, but she considered it a workout.

Thinking quietly, once she strategizes five Beast Husbands, one would massage her shoulders, another her legs, and one more feed her grapes...

While the other two go hunting.

Pondering such a beautiful life, the feeling of frustration in her heart disappeared.

Not long afterwards, she reached the mountaintop, seeing a huge tree with an umbrella-like canopy and strong branches right before her eyes.

Under the tree lies a very large cave.

Although she hadn’t been here before, she figured this must be the place.

Cynthia ventured inside, finding no one present.

Her expression knitted slightly; did she arrive at the wrong place?

Aside from Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood, no other beastmen live at the mountaintop.

Thinking they might have gone out, just not here at the moment.

She placed one bowl of venison on the stone table inside the cave, a table similar to the one seen at her father’s place.

She also left a pair of chopsticks, preparing to find Rhys Blackwood in his cave at the back.

Just as she was about to leave the cave, she ran into the returning Corbin Crowley.

Their eyes met, Cynthia blinked, her expression a bit awkward.

"Uh, well... I brought you some venison, fresh from the pot, you should try it."

She spoke first to break the silence, pointing to the venison on the stone table and speaking in a low voice.

Her expression was extremely unnatural.

Corbin Crowley lowered his gaze to her, his silver eyes showing some surprise.

This fatty really brought him food?

It’s like the sun rising from the west.

His gaze followed her finger towards the stone table, where there truly was a bowl of venison, cut in even chunks, the broth a warm red, its aroma captivating.

The aroma lingered since yesterday afternoon, making him crave for a whole day and night.

Even eating roast meat felt tasteless.

He swallowed, unable to resist licking his lips.

The bowl of venison before him smelled extremely delicious.

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes glinted as he stared at her face, his expression inquisitive.

"Are you sure this meat is edible? You didn’t poison it, right?"

He didn’t believe this fatty would be so kind as to bring him food.

After all, everyone in the tribe knew how much she disliked him.

Cynthia’s lips twitched at his words.

Does her reputation really sink that low?

Bringing him food out of kindness, he suspected it was poisoned?

"Eat if you want, forget it if you don’t."

She rolled her eyes and walked up to the stone table, ready to take the venison back.

Corbin Crowley smirked, quickly reaching out to stop her, "Since you brought it, there’s no reason to take it back."

Saying this, he even snatched the other bowl from her hands.

Cynthia watched as both bowls of venison were seized by him, utterly stunned.

Isn’t the dog-man supposed to be arrogant? He’s actually resorting to snatching? Does he have no shame, where’s his integrity?

She snapped back to reality, promptly shouting, "Uh... one of the bowls is for Rhys Blackwood, you can’t have both."