abnormal mutation

Chapter 78 Silver Owl

A few seconds later, a cool sensation spread through my abdomen, and wisps of energy, like tiny insects, roamed around. My spirit felt tingly and numb, and my consciousness felt as light as a cloud, floating and extremely comfortable.

After a few breaths, the sensation gradually subsided.

"Wow, that feels so good, but it's too short. Is the quantity too small?"

He waited for a while, but nothing else changed. He didn't feel stronger, nor did he show any signs of addiction.

'continue. ’

One after another, the glimmers of spiritual light were swallowed, bringing a refreshing coolness to his body. Finally, after eleven glimmers of spiritual light had been consumed…

I am full!
This was not an illusion; Roland felt a strong sense of fullness and no longer had any desire when he saw the spiritual glimmer.

'He seems to have gotten a little stronger.'

The effect was very slight, but he was content. He had a glimmer of spiritual light, and he could become stronger by eating. Wasn't that a kind of happiness?

After practicing the Mind Lake Meditation Technique for a while, he lay down to rest. Tomorrow, people from the Northern Border Merchant Guild headquarters would be coming; he wondered if they would bring the surprise he desired.

…………

The atmosphere at breakfast the next day was somewhat strange.

Julia and Tana kept glancing at Roland, while Roland acted as if nothing was wrong. Alex, not understanding what was going on, could only eat in silence.

During this time, Curran brought Roland a quiver of arrows, twenty in total, thick and long, gave him a few instructions, and then hurriedly left.

The hunting grounds this time were in the northern part of the Giant Forest, where the terrain was complex, with valleys and forests, and the prey resources were relatively abundant, but it was also more dangerous.

The guard was divided into four groups of six, with about a dozen hunters who formed their own teams. Roland acted alone. It wasn't that no one wanted to join him, but rather that he had a small team consisting of two wolves and Drake, and others would only dilute his spoils.

The Northern Merchant Guild employs a messenger called the Silverwing Owl, which is intelligent and agile. Although small in size, it flies very fast and can fly silently, serving as the liaison for this hunting expedition.

After the meal, Roland went back to his room to retrieve his staff, longbow, and backpack, and checked his supplies, as he was about to set off.

He was dressed lightly today; his strong physique greatly increased his resistance to cold, eliminating the need for layers of clothing and making it easier for him to move and fight.

"Roland, can I go hunting with you?" Alex crouched down beside Roland and whispered. After they became familiar with each other, their forms of address and conversation became more casual.

Roland looked up at him, then gestured towards Julia with his chin, saying, "It's not up to me."

Seeing that Roland didn't object, Alex got up and ran to Julia, his face beaming with a smile, and said ingratiatingly, "Cousin—"

Julia rolled her eyes at him, and after a moment of contemplation, nodded: "You are not allowed to act alone. You must listen to Roland in everything."

“Yes, I promise.” Alex jumped up excitedly, turning to look at Roland with his eyes full of excitement.

"Go change your clothes and take your weapons," Roland urged with a smile. He suddenly thought of Evan and the others; if only they were here.

After confirming that nothing was missing, he placed the bow and arrows and backpack on the sled by the door, waved his hand, and two plumes of black smoke landed, transforming into two giant black wolves, each over a meter tall at the shoulder, majestic and awe-inspiring, their every glance captivating.

"He's so handsome!" Tana appeared beside the sled at some point and started rubbing Kili's big head.

Keeley was furious but dared not speak out. He looked at Roland with a pitiful expression, but Roland ignored him and continued with his work.

“I’m ready.” Alex was dressed in hunting attire, with a hunting rifle on his back, a revolver and a hunting knife at his waist, and a backpack in his hand.

Roland glanced at him a few times and nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, let's go." Alex nimbly jumped onto the sled, Roland stood behind and steered, and with a whistle, the two wolves pushed off, and the sled followed the specially reserved track along the roadside to the North Gate.

Dozens of people were ready to go, and nearly twenty sleds were lined up at the entrance.

As soon as Roland arrived, he immediately became the most eye-catching person there, his black wolf against the snowy backdrop making him stand out. Before the giant wolf even got close, the sled dogs and hunting dogs were already in chaos, so Roland had to stay away from the main group.

"Luckily, I wasn't on your team." Kuran leaned closer with a wry smile, handing Roland a silver-winged owl about the length of his forearm. "This is a silver-winged owl. If you need help, just have it call me."

The silver-winged owl tilted its head and looked at Roland with a cute and innocent expression. Then it spread its wings, jumped onto his shoulder, and closed its eyes to doze off.

"Just release it directly?" Roland asked in surprise.

“Yes, it can find me and understands simple Soren,” Kuran said with a smile.

Roland liked it more and more as he looked at it, and secretly reached out his finger to touch the top of its head, earning him a roll of the eyes in return.

A few minutes later, everyone was present. At Kulan's command, the hunting team set off, heading straight for the northern snowfields.

The two wolves were much faster than the others, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

In both his past and present lives, this was Roland's first time hunting. He didn't know how to skin animals or set traps, but he had read two books and had a general understanding of snowfield animals and extraordinary creatures.

But he has keen senses, and with two black wolves whose senses are even more acute, hunting is his specialty.

Kiley and Fred were excited and ran wildly. They had barely left the camp when they smelled the scent of their prey and immediately turned northwest to track them.

Clutching his shotgun, Alex felt the whistling wind and the trees flashing past his ears, his heart pounding with excitement, his face flushed. This experience was far more thrilling than riding a steam snowmobile.

Roland turned to look at the silver-winged owl and saw that it was squinting and holding on very firmly, so he felt relieved.

The terrain of the forest and snowfield is complex, with snow, ice, ravines, steep slopes, trees... The sled couldn't move, and after half an hour of struggling, they only found a few small holes hidden under tree roots and a few white hairs, without even seeing the shadow of prey.

Roland was not discouraged. The snowfield environment was harsh, resources were scarce, and the density of organisms was low. Those that could fly could not be caught, and those that could burrow were well hidden. Even carnivores often went hungry.

He encountered several strange blue-tailed birds along the way. He drew his bow and arrow, but wasted several arrows and hit nothing. The bow was good, but his archery skills were too clumsy.

The sled changed direction and continued its search. This time, they were lucky and found an ice deer. Its antlers were covered with many crystal-clear, ice-like crystals, a valuable medicinal herb.

The ice deer was agile and fast. Roland was worried about damaging its antlers, so he chased after it and finally caught up with it, knocking it unconscious with his fist.

Alex gripped the revolver, his expression strange, and hesitated several times before speaking. He was an excellent marksman and was fully confident he could kill with a single shot, but fearing he might spoil Roland's "refined enjoyment," he remained silent.

"There will be other opportunities later." Roland thought the boy also wanted to try it out.

He looked up at the sky and realized that this search was too inefficient; the snowfield was simply too vast, and a daytime only lasted a few hours.

"Pro, help me find some suitable prey?" He sent a message to Pro via telepathy. Pro's Eyes possessed astonishing insight, capable of detecting even the Seventh Authority's covert surveillance; finding prey shouldn't be a problem.

"I'm a scholar! What do you take me for...?"

"A glimmer of spiritual light."

"Helping others is the source of happiness. Listen to my command, northwest direction..." Pro immediately changed his words.

(End of this chapter)