Chapter 527: Enter Upright, Leave Sideways
Seraila’s Arcane Eye shattered.
Garrett’s hand paused in mid-air.
"With Seraila’s magic control abilities, even the Arcane Eye she summoned shattered right there and then; the one I summoned with the Arcane Eye ring would probably not last three seconds..."
Forget it, forget it, just put it back honestly, think of another way.
Seraila looked at him worriedly.
Garrett had gone through so much trouble to get that little snake, and she was fully involved, crystal clear about the effort: It wasn’t exactly a monuntal struggle, but it indeed involved traveling thousands of miles.
Although the process was interesting, she didn’t want to do it again...
If that little snake were lost, or if it ate sothing wrong and simply exploded, the trouble Garrett would have to go through to get a new one!
"Maybe..."
Moonlight Princess started rolling up her sleeves. Her body emitted a faint white light, casting magic glows here and there, and dragon scales appeared faintly around her ears and cheeks:
"Should I go down and take a look? Help you catch the little snake?"
"This..." Garrett hesitated. He wasn’t worried about Seraila’s safety: A re poison dragon that could be killed by a cannon was no joke. The idea that its lair could trap Seraila was laughable. The problem was, it was a poison dragon!
A poison dragon!
What’s the environnt like down there? Could it be a pool of sticky, stinky, green poison water?
Seraila was known for her cleanliness, capable of throwing three to five Blazing Fireballs daily just to heat water for bathing. To make her dirty herself for his little snake?
Regardless of whether Seraila minded, Garrett himself first felt uncomfortable!
He grabbed Seraila’s arm and pondered how to stop her. Just in that brief mont, another surge of emotion entered his heart, and Garrett was startled, suddenly saying:
"Wait, don’t go down yet. ...It says it’s quite fine."
More than fine, it was ecstatic. In his thoughts, the little snake frantically darted about, flicking its tail, sorsaulting, coiling around this and that:
"Mine! Mine! All mine! I want to—eat them!"
It was Garrett’s first realization that ethereal creatures could also eat. And indeed, the little snake was eating: gobbling up its food in big bites, hurriedly and quickly, as if afraid of being robbed. While eating, it continuously sent frantic thoughts:
"Delicious! Delicious! Never eaten anything like this before! —I feel like I’m growing! Let
eat a little longer!"
How long would it have to gnaw on these scales? The sand had both new and old scales, so almost losing their scent, and relying on the little snake to eat its way through was really inefficient...
Garrett sighed and communicated with it for a while, prompting the little snake to leave the sandy bottom and swim towards the edge of the pool. It no longer shook its head or wagged its tail but coiled its tail into a bow shape, thrusting forward like an arrow—
Zoom!
With each thrust, it shot forward several feet, quickly reaching the edge of the pool. The little snake supported its body with its tail, erecting its torso and looking around. Monts later, another intense surge of joy ca through:
"Delicious! —Better than just now!"
It leaped forward, plunging into a sticky, gel-like substance, gulping it down. Garrett was astonished:
What is this?
Dragon saliva?
Please don’t tell
it’s the poison dragon’s saliva, that’s disgusting!
But the little snake didn’t know what disgusting was. It feasted heartily, ranting in its thoughts about "delicious, delicious," "fresh delicacies," "much better than before." A thought struck Garrett, and he quietly asked it:
"Can you taste the flavor?"
"Of course! My previous master relied on
to identify herbs!"
"Then... can you tell the difference between seawater and freshwater?"
"Definitely! Seawater is so salty!"
"And seawater and ordinary salt water?"
The little snake sent a confused thought, seemingly not understanding what Garrett was talking about. Garrett wasn’t in a hurry, quietly waiting for it to finish eating, to eat its fill, to get stuffed, and then it transford into a bolt of lightning, shooting back into his palm.
This ti, the little snake didn’t coil around the oak staff as usual, falling asleep with loud snores. Instead, its tail flexed and extended, springing up. Before Garrett could reach out to stop it, it had already turned into a stream of light, shooting into his brow and disappearing.
"What happened to the little snake?"
Seraila reached out to catch it but caught nothing. Garrett gently closed his eyes, feeling a swelling
sensation coming from his brow, his lips curling slightly:
"It seems like it ate too much, got bloated, and wants to go back to my ditative world to digest... It said, after digestion, it should be able to advance... Wait..."
As he spoke, his entire body swayed twice, and he toppled over.
Seraila, caught off guard, quickly reached out to pull him, narrowly preventing him from crashing into the water. Another look, and the guy’s eyes were tightly closed, his breathing even, and it took a long while for his eyeballs to lightly turn—
"He’s starting to ditate?"
Seraila was both annoyed and amused:
"Hey, this isn’t a place to ditate! It’s so dark! So narrow! And the tide will rise soon! In a few hours, no one can stay here!"
She shook him a few tis, but Garrett, with his eyes closed, had clearly sunk into deep ditation and wouldn’t wake up for a while.
Seraila had no choice but to lift him onto her back, muttering under her breath as she tiptoed out:
"It was agreed to co here for fun, and now you start ditating by yourself... Hmph, if it weren’t for , they’d probably put you on a raft and let you drift back all wet!"
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