novellhall Chapter 98 Linem also wants it
Chapter 98 Linem also wants it
Chapter 98 Linem also wants it
"I'll give you a detailed introduction once you all arrive. Boss, you handle this."
The statue's communications were cut off, and a silence fell over the carriage as everyone's gazes lingered on the bewitching crow.
Someone joked, "Elu really is free. The fearsome Lord Bewitching Raven doesn't seem to have much of a deterrent effect."
"The hierarchy in Elru isn't as rigid as you imagine. After all—" The crow glanced at the blonde woman sitting opposite, who had just interrupted Nan'an's narration, and said dismissively, "Our historical mission is coming to an end, and we should give opportunities to the younger generation."
The atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became strange.
Everyone could hear the sarcasm in Bewitching Raven's words. Not wanting to get involved in any potential conflict, everyone immediately fell silent, their gaze shifting between Bewitching Raven and the blonde woman.
The blonde woman brushed aside a strand of hair that had fallen near her eyes and responded coldly.
"Lord Bewitching Crow, you still have a lot of opinions about the Bamboo Moon Witch Society."
"What did I say that made Ms. Carly so agitated?"
You know the answer in your heart.
The crow took out the chestnut wine, opened the cap, and blew a big gulp into its mouth.
"Ms. Carly, if you want to accuse Erlu, you'd better give a more direct critique and list the facts. I believe everyone here will fairly examine your testimony. But what you said—I know perfectly well." "Ambiguous statements will arouse suspicion; the Bamboo Moon Witch will be seen as having ulterior motives."
"It should be understood that ambiguous or unclear speech is tantamount to malicious slander."
The two stared at each other for a long time, and Carly shook the bell beside her.
The trained Pegasus immediately flew low and landed slowly.
Carly pushed open the carriage, led her companion, and without hesitation transferred to the Pegasus that landed shortly after.
In these turbulent times, Nan'an did not return to Keren Cave, but instead chose to fall asleep in the town of Lianshui.
He didn't have much time left; he needed to organize the spoils of their journey into the Black Mist before the Crow Clan arrived.
Upon returning to the cage, Nan'an was surprised to find that the location of his birth point had changed.
He refreshed the photo in front of the church, rather than in front of the small wooden house that was already embedded in the church garden.
Looking up at the towering skyscraper that seemed to pierce the clouds, he couldn't help but feel a moment of disorientation.
The staggered spires and stained glass windows shimmering in the air above resemble a miracle emerging from an ancient painting.
"Is this still our prison? It's starting to take shape."
Suiyue didn't care about infrastructure; after entering the dream, she immediately ran towards the newly developed fields.
"Wow, sweet potatoes! So many sweet potatoes!"
Silly Niu Niu was overjoyed at the sight of food, like a big dog, digging at the ground with his hands, completely forgetting that he was a magician and had more convenient options.
Nan'an could only sigh when he heard about the mud potatoes.
The orange tree is great. As the only crop in this area for a long time, the sweet and juicy fruit is loved by the two of them, and there is never enough to go around when it ripens.
As for the sweet potatoes, Nan'an would never compete with Suiyue for them. If he likes them, he can eat as many as he wants. Anyway, he doesn't gnaw on rubber pipes.
As for the orchards beside the fields, he couldn't identify what kind of fruit trees they were since they hadn't yet borne fruit.
The area swirling with white mist remained unexplored.
The newly emerged crop area is twice the size of the original "cage," and the range of activity has been greatly expanded.
Combined with the grand church, this place somehow felt like a base or outpost.
However, as a resting place in a dream, so many fancy functions seem to be of little use?
After glancing at the hole above the white mist and recalling the events described by Linem, Nan'an looked at the cheerful Suiyue and had a feeling that someone was pressing their ear to the gap in the clouds on the other side of the hole, trying to "eavesdrop".
After examining it for a while, he shook his head helplessly and went to the bottom of the giant Rubik's Cube.
In the chaos, the giant Rubik's Cube completed its devouring of all the divine and demonic materials.
The only intact item that has survived is the leather scroll of the skinned buffalo.
After being absorbed by the weeping mist and the Rubik's Cube in turn, it was only the size of two A4 sheets of paper when it fell into Nan'an's hands.
On the leather scroll, a giant whale covered in barnacles floats among the clouds.
The giant whale was surrounded by a large number of phosphorescent flames shaped like bull heads, densely packed and resembling fireflies.
Nan'an did not sense the information that naturally came to mind.
Without any explanation, he didn't know the purpose of the leather scroll.
Judging from the content of the painting, it is understandable that the superior god of the skinned buffalo is this flying giant whale, which may possess a rule power and authority far greater than that of the buffalo.
But where can I find it?
As I was pondering this, I felt a slight tremor above my head.
Nan'an raised his head.
The giant Rubik's Cube sensed his presence and began to slowly rotate.
The surface of the Rubik's Cube glowed with a dim light, and the smaller Rubik's Cubes that make up the giant Rubik's Cube suddenly became translucent.
As the mist that had been covering it slowly dissipated, the sleeping giant finally opened its eyes.
Deep within, something is revealing itself.
First, there was a vague outline, then the initial shape of facial features.
The last face appeared clearly.
It wasn't a mirror image or reflection, but a person exactly like him.
He was quietly suspended in the core of the Rubik's Cube, his eyes closed, his face serene, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Surrounded by a faint glow, it blends seamlessly with the shimmering light emanating from the Rubik's Cube's surface.
Like an ancient specimen sealed in amber.
A tremor originating from the depths of his soul caused Nan An to subconsciously take a few steps forward and reach out his hand toward the giant Rubik's Cube.
eager.
An endless stream of "impulses" overflowed into Nan'an's mind, while indistinct, noisy voices echoed in his ears.
In an instant, it was as if all the information in the world poured into his thoughts, and images flashed incessantly in his mind, like a television set with a broken picture tube.
Nan'an suddenly woke up, staring blankly at the other "self", and couldn't help but swallow.
Having died once and been resurrected as a heroic spirit, he knew the taste of death and understood the instinctive longing of the dead for flesh and blood.
Wandering spirits will naturally gravitate towards empty flesh and blood bodies.
Inside the Rubik's Cube was, without a doubt, a body that perfectly matched his spirit and flesh!
Just by looking into each other's eyes, Nan'an would feel an uncontrollable possessiveness.
Is it a product of Rubik's Cube manufacturing?
Was it purified by some kind of god or demon that was devoured?
Or perhaps—that is yourself who died in history?
The "he" in the Rubik's Cube is dressed exactly like himself on the day he died.
Even the marks left on the troll's clothes during battle are perfectly reproduced.
Where did the Rubik's Cube get its information?
With too many questions, Nan'an's mind was overloaded. He slowly took a few steps back to compose himself, only to suddenly realize that, away from the giant Rubik's Cube, its surface structure had become opaque again.
Moving forward with suspicion, the word "Nan'an" reappeared inside the Rubik's Cube.
Considering that the Rubik's Cube underwent this mutation after consuming a large amount of divine and demonic materials and fragments, Nan'an had no choice but to speculate and continue feeding it.
"Can I regain my body?"
Suiyue, her arms full of sweet potatoes, approached happily and nudged Nan'an's lower back with her elbow.
"What's wrong with you? Do you have a headache? Have some sweet potato, it'll make you feel better."
It aligns with Suiyue's philosophy of life.
"I just ate one raw, it was so sweet and delicious, you should try it!"
Nan'an rubbed his brows and made a bitter face.
Aslipan said the same thing to him back then, and he regretted it after eating it.
Sweetness comes from comparison. If you are eating cold, hard food or uncooked grains, then the fact that yams can be eaten raw in harsh conditions is indeed commendable.
Silly Niu Niu's palms were overflowing with water as he washed the sweet potato and brought it to his mouth.
Unable to refuse Nan'an's hospitality, I lowered my head and took a bite of the bright orange flesh.
A crisp "crack" exploded in my mouth.
Nan'an was stunned.
This tastes right, doesn't it?
It wasn't the soft, sticky texture I remembered, like raw dough.
It's very crisp, like a freshly picked apple or tender lotus root; just hearing the "crunch crunch" sound makes you want to chew it.
There was no rawness at all; the crisp, sweet juice slowly flowed out as you chewed it, leaving Nan'an's head spinning.
This tastes so much like the sweet potatoes from my hometown!
"Isn't it delicious?" Suiyue asked with a smile. "It tastes completely different from the sweet potatoes I usually eat, and—look, look!"
She excitedly peeled off the skin of a sweet potato, revealing the purple flesh underneath.
"Wow, there are purple sweet potatoes! I've never seen this kind before."
Nan'an activated the elemental drive, turning his hand into a furnace, while rotating the sweet potato in his hand and spraying water mist to hydrate the sweet potato flesh.
Before long, the sweet potatoes were ripe.
Gently peel back the skin, and a soft, sweet aroma wafts out. The slightly browned skin adds even more flavor to this roasted mashed potato.
Suiyue tried to imitate Nan'an's cooking, but she was never as skilled as the old gourmet. She could only watch enviously as Nan'an took a big, satisfying bite.
"Is it good?"
Nan'an, with her eyes tightly closed, heard Suiyue's eager and anxious question, but was unwilling to open her eyes.
Even when cooked, it's not a rubber hose; this is the taste of home.
Nan'an couldn't believe that, after hundreds of years, he could relive this flavor within the cage-like confinement of his consciousness.
"Here, give it a try."
Suiyue couldn't wait any longer. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed the remaining half of the sweet potato in one gulp.
Fortunately, she didn't bite Nan'an's finger in a fit of rage, even so—
"Don't lick my fingers with lingering satisfaction; if you want some, bake it yourself."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"
With her cheeks puffed out and mouth agape as she exhaled hot breath, Suiyue's face was flushed.
It's hot.
Nan An laughed, the fatigue from solving the Rubik's Cube so hard vanished.
Suiyue has a natural talent for comedy.
Just as Flym was crawling onto a sweet potato, rubbing its hands together in an attempt to taste the freshness beyond flesh and blood, Suiyue immediately slapped it back and forth, stirring up gusts of fierce wind.
"Go away, go away, you little fly, why are you eating sweet potatoes? Go eat your corpse, we won't fight you for it."
Faced with Suiyue's protective breath, the fly mist could only hover over Nan'an's head.
Their intelligence was clearly insufficient to make the decision to ask their master to "uphold justice." Instead, they triggered a bug that prevented them from automatically finding their way, and since they couldn't land, they could only wander around in circles indefinitely.
"Land obediently and remain still."
After Nan'an gave clear instructions, the restless swarm of flies landed in unison, forming a dark red river.
Looking at this group of idiots with zero intelligence, he couldn't help but think of the Recollection Chair he placed by his bedside before going to sleep.
If the giant Rubik's Cube can't create a new smaller Rubik's Cube before dawn, he'll have to go back to the Kren Cave and lock the chair and cat food together.
"Lenem wants to eat too."
Nan'an instinctively replied, "If you want to eat it, grill it yourself. You're not grilling it—"
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Nan An Suiyue and Nan An raised their heads at the same time, looked at each other, and could see the astonishment in each other's eyes.
"Nan'an, Linem wants it too—"
The two slowly stood up and straightened up.
In the distance, through the breach in the sky, the mist surged and billowed, and ethereal voices drifted from afar, reaching the two people's ears and echoing.
"Li--Nem?"
"You can hear Linem!" Linem's voice rang out from beyond the clouds, "You can finally hear Linem's voice!"
"Ugh—I want to go over there, but this cloud is so solid, Linem, I can't push it away."
Nan'an didn't know what expression to make at this moment.
"Can Linem see us?"
"It's blurry, but it's okay."
Nan'an reached out and pinched Suiyue's chin. This glutton didn't care at all and continued to chew the potato meat with relish.
"You pinched Suiyue-neechan's chin, Linem wants to have it pinched too!"
Nan'an couldn't help but rub his forehead.
This guy thinks about everything.
He observed for a while and found that the giant cube was completely unmoved by Linem's presence, as if she were not an intruder in this space.
"How long were you spying on us before we realized it?"
"Waaah—Lenem didn't peek. Linem did warn you, but Nanan couldn't hear you. Don't blame Linem, and don't scold me—"
"I didn't mean to insult you, I was just curious."
Linem seemed to be counting on her fingers.
"It should be—after you were first chased by that wicked fog?"
Nan'an stroked his chin.
In other words, the connection between the two was established as early as when the black mist first descended upon Kamazumi, but at that time, he and Suiyue were completely unable to detect it, and no strange phenomena appeared in the sky to indicate the presence of Linem.
What brings the two closer together and weakens the barrier of consciousness?
"Another Rubik's Cube?" Nan An murmured.
By absorbing materials or fragments of gods and demons, each time the giant cube is constructed, it improves, not only in terms of being able to carry gods and demons into the real world to fight enemies, but also in terms of significant changes on a spiritual level.
The dramatic changes that have occurred in the space he inhabits have proven that vigorous feeding can produce miracles.
"Can Nan'an let Linem pass through? — Linem can smell the aroma; it's food Linem has never tasted before."
"Right now, I can't do that," Nan'an said helplessly. "What does Linem usually eat?"
"Bread, milk, fruit, and dried meat."
"Anything else?"
That's basically it.
Nan'an frowned: "Isn't there any hot food?"
"Lenem can't do it—Lenem is learning, but she's doing it very poorly."
"Didn't your uncle arrange for someone to bring you food?"
"It only happens once every 15 days. Usually, Linem eats bread and jerky," Linem said cheerfully. "I also have fresh fruit juice. There's lots and lots of chilled fruit in Linem's basement."
Nan'an couldn't listen anymore.
He had assumed Linem's living conditions were poor, but he hadn't imagined they would be so bad that she only got a hot meal once every 15 days.
She must be living in purgatory.
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