"Sir, this is my..."
Ed led Herag to his cabin, wanting to introduce it but rembered that Herag couldn’t understand his language.
So he used gestures, combined with so words and tones, to help convey his aning.
Herag glanced at the small cabin, which was sufficient for one person, and it was very clean and tidy inside.
However, given his current size, a normal house couldn’t accommodate him.
Herag wasn’t planning on returning to a human form. The titan form might not be convenient for daily life, but it offered a level of safety.
Often, it also served as a deterrent, warding off many troubles without direct confrontation.
Ed realized that Herag’s size was too large for his ho to accommodate.
This put him in a difficult position, as he couldn’t let Herag stay outside.
Herag looked at the yard and waved his hand to bring out the magical tent.
The tent’s interior had ample space, more than enough for him to live in.
Ed was surprised to see the suddenly appearing tall tent, not understanding where Herag had gotten it from, simply assuming it was one of Herag’s treasures.
He had heard about many mysterious treasures before, but now he had seen one firsthand.
Herag entered the magical tent to test it; there were no issues, and it was spacious enough for him to move freely.
He planned to live in this town for so ti, mainly to master the language here.
The language barrier was a major problem; if not resolved first, everything afterward would be inconvenient, even impossible.
During this ti, Herag could also familiarize himself with the local customs, observe people’s lifestyles, and subtly gather a lot of information.
He didn’t know if there was an expedition team from the wizard plane in this world.
If there was, wizards would certainly be seen as enemies.
This was why Herag hadn’t used the titan power; if they found out he was a wizard, his situation would beco more dangerous.
Herag was constantly considering how to return; if there were expedition team mbers here, it would make things easier.
Finding a wizard from the expedition team would allow him to return.
Initially, Herag was eager to go back, but now he wasn’t in a hurry.
His previous urgency was solely due to the threat posed by del.
Now it seed likely that the teleportation ring from the Cradle Operation had malfunctioned, causing them to be transported here.
del was also very likely here.
After figuring this out, Herag imdiately changed his subsequent plans.
First was to find del and eliminate him.
In this world, eliminating del would have almost no repercussions, and no one from the Taylor family would know.
The real issue was how to find him.
Herag also planned to use the talent ability of demon power to absorb the demon aura and strengthen himself as much as possible.
If he could deal with del, he had no intention of returning to the wizard plane soon.
There were plenty of demons here; he just needed to be cautious and target those that were easier to deal with.
To Herag, these demons were potential sources of power, waiting for him to harvest.
Ed had no desire for Herag’s magical tent, only thinking that Herag was indeed a powerful exorcist, must have had rich experiences, and wanted to learn from him.
By dusk, the young team that had gone out to transport demon at returned.
They hadn’t finished despite working the whole afternoon and had to return as it got dark.
They planned to check again tomorrow, but based on past experiences, there wouldn’t be much left.
Many other beasts and demons lurked in the forest, finding the demon flesh equally irresistible.
The tiger’s corpse would be gnawed to bones within a night.
The demon at was piled up in the center of the town square, where a group of people was busy.
First, they cut the at into strips of roughly equal size, making it convenient for distribution later.
Then a simple curing process followed since it was impossible to consu all this at in a short ti.
Of course, Ed had asked Herag beforehand if he needed any of the at.
Herag just waved his hand; he couldn’t eat so much alone.
He had enough food in his space ring, lacking no food at the mont.
For the townspeople, this at was essential to sustenance, and they needed it more.
Herag stood at the edge of the square, watching them handle the demon at.
Ed gestured to tell him that once cured and air-dried, they would give so demon at to him.
Herag simply nodded, not really caring about it.
While it might make ordinary people stronger, the improvent was negligible for him.
A bonfire was lit at the square’s edge, with n, won, the elderly, and children singing and dancing around it, a celebration of the abundant food harvest.
It wasn’t until late at night that the crowd gradually dispersed, with the demon at processed and distributed to all town residents.
Families with young adults got more, while those with only elderly mbers got less.
No one had any objections, as it had always been this way.
Herag participated in the bonfire party, having so of the delicious food offered by the people: demon at, charred outside yet tender inside.
The taste was admittedly excellent, with the at quality being top-notch.
Returning to the magical tent, Herag began his ditation practice, using the divine core energy from his bloodline mark to accelerate his ditation.
As he ditated, he pondered: if he reached the crystallization wizard limit but still couldn’t leave this plane, what then?
To beco a level 2 wizard, he needed two things—a second-level spell and the key of rules—which he currently lacked.
Thinking of this, Herag suddenly took out the black sphere in the black space and glanced inside.
The white deer was still there, lying down as if it were hungry.
The black space was desolate, with nothing for it to eat.
"Is this considered a key of rules..."
The white deer possessed a talent ability to manipulate spatial rules, leading Herag to wonder if absorbing its bloodline would equate to mastering spatial rules.
Once this idea ford, Herag imdiately acted, diving straight into the black space.
Upon entering the black space, the white deer suddenly raised its head, and upon seeing Herag, it appeared terrified, leaping a hundred ters away.
Yet, this was a small space; no matter how the white deer ran, it remained confined, unable to escape.
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