Chapter 466: Chapter 404: A Wondrous Number
Alright.
After sticking his head out from the reeds, Leon couldn’t help but nod in satisfaction at the white expanse of reeds before him.
Although the view wasn’t as good as flying directly, it was decent enough. At least when it ca to observing the environnt, there were no major issues.
"Stand still!"
Leon patted the Snow Maiden’s head, unconsciously running his hand through her cold and slick hair, and then he said:
"Stop swaying! Keep steady! And... turn half a circle to the left so I can see what’s going on there!"
"..."
Despicable human!
Upon hearing the command from above, the Snow Maiden’s face turned red with anger, and she had no choice but to clutch Leon’s mud-covered legs as she laboriously turned half a circle backward.
Sitting on my head... damn pervert! Just wait until I get an opportunity!
Abandoning the redundant reed shoes and finding a more useful new ride, Leon rode on the gritting Snow Maiden’s shoulders, starting to observe the state of the Wasteland of Reeds with his naked eye.
Within this boundless and desolate marsh, aside from the black mud and white reed grass, no third color could be found. The occasional small ponds scattered around were also mirrored in the purest black and white hues.
Still can’t see anything...
After directing the Snow Maiden underneath to turn a full circle without finding any irregularities, Leon couldn’t help but frown again.
It seems the range of this black and white marsh is much larger than I anticipated. Forget about finding the Scorpio Commissioner, just determining his location is an extrely difficult task... What should I do now?
While Leon was at his wits’ end, the moist and cold wind of the Wasteland of Reeds, carrying the earthy scent and flying reed plus, swiftly and subtly blew over the top of the reed bed and passed by him.
Having sensed sothing peculiar, Leon slightly wrinkled his nose and took a deep breath.
This wind... seems a bit off in terms of scent?
Thanks to the heightened senses brought by an 8-point Contamination Value, Leon detected the anomaly in the wind. He then reached for his cuff and called out to the puppy from the mirror world.
"You’re sowhat a dog, right?"
"Woof?"
"Co, use your dog nose to sniff this wind and tell
what you can sll from it."
"Woof..."
After nodding his small dog head, the puppy sniffed hard against the breeze, twitching his tiny pink nose. As the reed plus floated by on the wind, he sneezed several adorable little sneezes.
"Woof woof! Woof woof woof!"
Burnt sll? And a very faint trace of blood?
Understanding the aning of the puppy’s barks through the Poop Scooper badge, Leon narrowed his eyes slightly, discerned the direction from where the wind was coming, and then instructed the Snow Maiden beneath him:
"Head to the right, there’s sothing over there."
To the right...
Following Leon’s instructions, the Snow Maiden, full of resentnt, turned to the right. Exhausted and dripping with sweat, she couldn’t help but ask while panting:
"How much... farther do we have to go?"
"With this wind speed, the scent can’t spread too far... so... about two to three kiloters?"
What? Two to three kiloters?!
Already dragged out of the Snow Mountain Nightmare by Leon, then having her nightmare core shattered, and losing her double enhancent, the Snow Maiden was even weaker than an average human. If it weren’t for Leon being not so robust, she might not even be able to carry him.
Hearing that she’d have to carry him another two to three kiloters, the Snow Maiden, who had transitioned to being a mount after being expelled from the dream realm by the King of Nightmares, felt her legs go weak, nearly collapsing to the ground.
Please, just kill
already! You damn pervert! If I keep living, who knows how else you’ll tornt !
"..."
This doesn’t seem quite appropriate... She’s walking too slowly!
Feeling the Snow Maiden’s notably small steps and her stability, which wobbled three tis per step, Leon briefly pondered and then nimbly dismounted from her slender shoulders. In her shocked gaze, he reached out and yanked at her skirt.
"You! What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
Despite the Snow Maiden’s frantic resistance, Leon tore two strips from the hem of her white dress, wrapped them around his shoes, and then tested stepping on the marsh below.
He didn’t sink.
As he thought, in stories, Snow Maidens always wore white, so her outfit should be part of the "Nightmare ssenger," and similarly possess the ability to resist the nightmare world rules.
Having confird the feasibility of his guess, Leon imdiately turned around, squatted slightly, and with his back to the startled Snow Maiden, gave an order:
"Get on!"
"..."
"Hurry up! Don’t dawdle! I’m in a rush!"
"..."
You lousy human!
First ride on my neck, then tear my skirt, and still fling your face at ! Absolutely inhumane!
After cursing in her heart with the most vicious insults she knew, the Snow Maiden, who had subtly let out a breath of relief,, had a cold, slightly mud-stained face and followed Leon’s order to climb onto his back, viciously wrapping her smooth little legs around his waist.
I’ll strangle you!
"Climb a bit higher!"
After adjusting the Snow Maiden into a position that wouldn’t hinder his running, Leon bent his back slightly and ran swiftly in the direction the puppy had indicated.
And what unfolded was far better than Leon had anticipated. After running for not even 800 ters, an imnse tunnel that seed bottomless revealed itself from the cover of the tall reeds, slanting deep into the swamp.
Looks like... so sort of giant creature erged from it?
Noticing the trail of marks on the "ground" of the tunnel resembling scales, Leon narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that it was likely the trace of the Swamp King Snake burrowing through the marsh.
Indeed, being a giant serpent, the swamp wouldn’t bear its weight, so most of the Swamp King Snake’s activity range would be underground. If the Scorpio Commissioner had conflicts with it, their battle should also take place underground.
Checking the tunnel beside him, partially vitrified by high temperatures and still retaining so warmth, and slling the pungent yet sowhat "fresh" scent of blood, Leon imdiately made a judgnt.
The Scorpio Commissioner should have been here not long ago, having a fierce encounter with the Swamp King Snake underground.
But since there’s no noise at all now, and the Swamp King Snake, as the "landlord," hasn’t appeared since the "invasion" of the Wasteland of Reeds, they’ve likely left here and gone to another dream.
"Let
ask you."
After patting the Snow Maiden’s thigh, Leon inquired:
"How are the six layers of dreams distributed? Are they stacked from top to bottom, then connected end to end?"
"Hmph!"
"If you keep this up, you’ll get off and let
ride you instead!"
"..."
Despicable human!
Faced with the terrible threat of becoming a human mount once again, the Snow Maiden couldn’t help but grind her teeth, then coldly answered with a composed face:
"Yes! And the person you’re looking for has likely already killed the Swamp King Snake and gone to the lower layer of the dream!"
Already gone down?
After hearing the Snow Maiden’s answer, Leon pondered for a mont and then instructed:
"Alright, we’re going up! Take
to the upper layer of the dream!"
"???"
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