Before the crow’s beak could stab Lady Fera, the samoyed dodged with grace and instantly hurled a huge icicle, stabbing right at the crow’s crimson eyes.
Swoosh!
"Caw! Caw! Caw! Sneak attack!!"
The crow dodged everywhere, feathers falling down like rain and its voice blasted through the afterlife.
Castra felt that the damage from the crow’s voice alone was 10 tis higher than the crow’s other attacks!
After dodging the icicle, the crow continued to play victim but once everyone let down their guards, the crow would imdiately launch a sneak attack.
This happened a few tis until Garfin and Lady Fera rolled their eyes in frustration.
"Woof! As an SSS-class spirit, can you be a little dignified?! What with this childish way of fighting??"
Lady Fera was so mad that the blizzard around her almost swept Garfin and Castra away.
The crow tilted its head cutely and blinked its crimson eyes.
"Caw? But you guys are the shaless intruders who bully the owner. Shouldn’t you be ashad instead? Ka! Ka! Ka!"
Maybe the crow was also tired of fighting and knowing that it couldn’t beat Lady Fera, it slowly shrank in size but still retained the size as big as Garfin, afraid that if it was smaller, the feline would catch it in one go.
Lady Fera couldn’t refute the crow’s words and could only look at Castra, who was still laying flat on the ground, utterly motionless.
"Woof! It’s this lady’s little slave here who has a business with you!"
"Huh?" The crow squinted and looked at the half-dead Castra before snorting.
"Caw! Caw! Caw! What’s a two-legged beast doing at this venerable’s vacation island?"
Castra couldn’t move, but at least he had healed enough to speak.
With a hoarse, drawn-out voice, Castra spoke as slow as a snail.
"I...need...your..."
"My?"
"Your...poop."
"...."
Silence fell upon the entire island.
Even the sound of the blizzard quieted down as Lady Fera lowered her head, her face flushed red with sha.
Damn it, how co this is so embarrassing??
Even Garfin squird around awkwardly, silently thinking of slapping his cat slave to death.
How dare you ask for another spirit’s poop right in front of this lord?! Is this lord’s poop not enough??
Not knowing the two big bosses’ thoughts, Castra tried to smile as harmless as possible.
"Just...give ...your...poop."
Thunderbolt struck the crow’s mind and it froze stiff, its feathers stood up in fright.
W-what?? This lowly being is coveting this venerable’s thing??
Well, back in his hotown, the east, his waste had always been a precious material for pills and dicines, but—
There shouldn’t be such a case in the west, right??
Or did this two-legged beast think of using his waste to hold strange demonic rituals...
The crow’s mind spiralled down the rabbit hole and he shuddered from head to toe.
"Caw! Caw! Caw! Hell no!! You indecent! Shaless! Pervert!!"
The crow hugged itself with its wings, acting like a molested maiden.
Tears stread down its face as it looked at Castra with horrified eyes.
Castra...Castra was too tired to fix the crow’s misunderstanding and could only try to be more shaless.
"Anyway....is that a yes...or no...?"
If not, believe him or not, he would use the Laxative Skill and force the crow to give the thing!
The crow felt an unforeseen danger and with its sharp intuition, it imdiately quacked,
"Fine, fine, you may collect this venerable’s precious waste! But there’s a condition, caw! Caw!"
Hmph. If he gave in too easily, wouldn’t that make him a coward?
The coward himself didn’t want to admit it and imdiately thought of a way to torture these perverts.
"Ka, Ka, Ka, I want every single one of you to praise this venerable! You can praise this venerable several tis."
"If anyone can make this venerable happy, this venerable will grant your little wish, caw caw caw!"
Lady Fera and Garfin simultaneously made a vomiting motion, their whole body down to their furs resisted the idea so much!
"Woof, woof woof, even if this lady dies, this lady will never do such a disgusting thing!"
"ow! ow! Shaless bird, taking a mile after being given an inch!"
The two beasts strongly refused and only Castra willingly agreed.
"Spare them...just let ...take this... challenge!"
He acted as if he was a warrior about to sacrifice himself.
The crow took two looks at Castra, its eyes full of admiration.
Not had, two-legged beast! Your dramatic self is only a little less than this venerable!
"Caw, caw, fine! Fine! Quick, praise this venerable! If you can’t satisfy this venerable, this venerable will just leave and you— "
"You won’t be able to find this venerable anywhere else! Ka! Ka! Ka!"
Castra himself didn’t know whether this bird was his mission’s target but looking at the past history, the possibility was more than 50%.
Fine, it’s just lip service, anyway. It won’t hurt his flesh or bone!
Castra looked at the majestic crow and quietly used his Sh*t Talk skill.
BEEP. [Sh*t Talk skill is activated.]
[Hypnosis version]
[Taunt version]
Castra chose the hypnosis version with familiarity and imdiately spew out sweet nothings from his mouth.
"Oooo, the great venerable...! Your presence is like the sun!"
Yeah, hot.
"Just standing there, you look like an absolute king, your entire body glowing with a golden light, like an angel from heaven!"
More like a fallen angel.
"The sun dims in front of your presence and the moon hides behind your shadow!"
It’s because of your big body blocking the sun and the moon.
"Your voice is like heavenly music, soothing the body and soul!"
So soothing that soone may lose their soul.
"Your feathers are as sleek as the snow, your eyes are as bright as the rubies, and your legs— "
"Unparalleled! There won’t be a second crow with three legs!"
Tho your third leg makes you look like a limping person.
Hm? Wait, three legs?
Only then did Castra notice that the crow had three legs, but, but...
Isn’t a three-legged crow a mythical being from Chinese mythology??
What is it doing in their Western fantasy world??
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