On the third day after Boom successfully advanced to become a wizard, the Hetura tribe returned to peace again, or in other words, everyone in the Wonderful House was no longer on guard.
As a wizard, Boom still couldn't believe that one day he would really surpass the advanced level, so he worked harder and harder. The most intuitive manifestation was the consumption of tissue paper and ink.
Perhaps because she hasn't seen Boom for a few days, Rikka often lies in her "giant doghouse" recently, reading novels and practicing with Boom. And she doesn't know when she started.
Yatou no longer focuses on romance novels, but welcomes everyone who comes, and is interested in all kinds of subjects.
Perseus naturally sat silently by the fireplace, always allowing his gaze to cover Rikka's activity area. This is also the responsibility and bottom line of the identity guardian.
With nothing to do, Christine began to dry tangerine peels outside the Wonderful House. She liked the unique aroma, and these things were also used to make sugar cakes.
Hastur stood silently beside him. His left worm nest was covered by a leather mask at the moment. Although he looked a little sick, he would not attract the attention of strangers. And Hastur also admitted frankly that he had a left eye worm.
The nest cannot provide a field of vision at all, and whether it is blocked or not has no impact on the battle.
"It seems that we rarely get along alone, how about it? Is the relationship with your partners still harmonious?"
After Christine straightened the last piece of tangerine peel, she immediately signaled Hastur to go out for a walk with her. The blue sky and white clouds, the gentle breeze, and the sunshine stretched the two figures, and the herd of beasts hurriedly swayed in the aura of the Great Mage level.
And escape.
Hastur confessed that he likes this kind of life very much, likes Boom's serious attitude towards cultivation, likes Rikka's seemingly overbearing but extremely defensive character, and even more likes grilling offal and seafood with Perseus. p>
Christine nodded with satisfaction after hearing this, because he was most afraid that Hastur would not want to live with everyone. If that was the case, she might have to take Hastur and leave quietly. After all, the little guy is
The relatives who have been with her for more than four hundred years are the important existence that she can never let go of.
Looking at the scenery of Starlight Grassland, the two of them seemed to have returned to the Whispering Forest, back to the years of simple training and killing every day. During that long period of time, she and Hastur would not think about the future, as if what they saw in their eyes was
What they see is everything to them, and it is the only reason to live.
The fluorescence flashed, and then a palm-sized "earth jar" appeared in Christine's hand. First, Hastur completed the "Awakening Ceremony" and emerged from the pupa, and then Boom embarked on an advanced journey and finally became a demon.
Tutor. So until today, she had no time to think about it carefully.
"Since you are willing to destroy the giant rock cradle, if you don't give me a satisfactory explanation, I will force you to accompany me on a vegetarian diet tonight."
Christine handed the "earth pot" in her hand to Hasta, and then reached out and patted the other person's little head. Hearing this, Hasta nodded with a wry smile, and then removed the blindfold from his left eye.
A butterfly flew out of the nest.
"This is the 'Pregnancy Urn', which is made from the fusion of giant rock cradle. There is a mysterious space similar to a storage bag, but it can only contain poisonous insects and poisonous weeds. The poisonous insects and poisonous weeds placed in it can maintain their original shape.
In this state, it will neither rot nor die, but it will not grow either."
After that, Hastur put the butterfly into the "Spiritual Pregnancy Urn". After a while, the butterfly flew out again, no different from before. (The storage bag can only survive dead objects, and
There is no way to stop the natural laws of food spoilage.)
"Oh? Then this can really be said to be the most suitable magic weapon for me." Kristine's face was also a little happy when she heard this. Her personal hobby is collecting poisonous insects and poisonous weeds, so she felt that this gift was very thoughtful. The fluorescence kept flashing, and the bottles and jars in the storage bag suddenly occupied a large area of grass. These things included both raw materials for preparing herbal medicines and many poisonous insect specimens.
Upon seeing this, Hastur returned the "Pregnant Spirit Urn" to the other party, and then opened the lid, and the poisonous insects and poisonous weeds were instantly put in. However, just as Christine was about to put it away, Hastur raised his hand to stop it. "Storing poisonous insects and poisonous weeds is just one of them. The 'Pregnant Spirit Urn' also has another function, which is that it can swallow the poisonous insects and poisonous weeds stored in it and condense 'poison beads' of different qualities."
After saying this, Hastur looked at Christine. This function was his surprise for her. But it was precisely because of this that his left eye degenerated into the insect nest state and could never be changed.
Kristine was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then a trace of dark magic emerged from her fingertips. The pregnant spirit urn seemed to sense Kristine's thoughts instantly, even though it emitted bursts of faint light like breathing.
Christine's order is to swallow a small part of the poisonous insects and poisonous weeds and see what the substance will condense into. If there is no great use, then it is better to make these poisonous insects and poisonous weeds into pills. Maybe it will be available again at some time.
Comes in handy.
It was a white bead that was still warm. Christine pinched it gently with two fingers, but her eyes drifted to Hasta. Seeing this, Hasta did not speak, and just pointed to her own.
mouth, indicating to Christine to swallow.
A smile appeared on Christine's lips, and then she threw the white bead into her mouth. She had never doubted Hastur's loyalty. If the other party really wanted to kill her, she would be happy to die in front of him.<
/p>
The white beads melted instantly after entering the mouth, and a warm current flowed down her throat and directly to her abdomen. After Kristine felt it for a moment, a look of surprise appeared on her face for the first time.
"This is the 'Poison Bead' condensed from the 'Pregnant Spirit Urn'. It can condense three colors of 'Poison Beads' based on the preciousness and quantity of the materials consumed."
"White is equivalent to mid-grade magic crystals, orange is high-grade magic crystals, and black is equivalent to dragon crystals. And compared to magic crystals that take time to absorb, these 'poison beads' can be taken directly and restore the corresponding magic power instantly.
."
"But the 'Pregnant Spirit Urn' is my sister's personal magic weapon, so these 'poison beads' can only be effective on my sister alone. If someone else takes the 'poison beads' by mistake, they will be poisoned and die within a few minutes.
Fester and die."
As Hastur spoke, black light flashed in the insect nest in his left eye. Countless butterflies were seen pouring out one after another, and finally they all got into the "Pregnant Spirit Urn". A black "poison bead" slowly floated
In Christine's hands, the aura it exudes is really not inferior to dragon crystal.
"With the 'Pregnant Spirit Urn', I can say that I will no longer be afraid of any peak existence, and the person who gave me this courage is you!"
"Stop this fearless sacrifice, I don't want to see your right eye degenerate into an insect nest." Christine said as she put an eye patch on Hastur with her own hands. This time, Hastur used it again
He took some life force just to condense a black poisonous bead for Christine.
Hastur's originally fair face became even more bloodless, but he didn't care about the loss of life force. If Christine hadn't chosen him more than four hundred years ago, then Hastur, who was an "abandoned egg" at that time,
Tower, cannot become a female insect contract beast, let alone complete the "awakening ceremony" and become today's "Soul Butterfly Hasta".
There was a gentle breeze and the shadows of the trees were blurred. Christine rarely let down all her defenses and lay in the shade of the trees staring blankly at the sky. Hastur used Chaos Poison Ivy (bow and arrow) without leaving a trace, and a butterfly flew
Exit the left-eye insect nest and start dancing around.