Mystery: A Spark

"Your Excellency, the one favored by the gods, rest assured, it is ownerless."

Upon hearing this reply, Arthur raised an eyebrow slightly.

At that moment, Frank also noticed the little white dog on the ground, and he exclaimed in surprise:

"Huh? This little guy seems to be..."

As he spoke, he tried to get closer to take a look.

However, the next second, Bishop Raman pressed down on his shoulder, preventing him from taking another step forward.

“I’ve heard of Mr. Frank before. If you want to see, you should just stand here and watch. It’s better for both of us.”

"Haha, I was just a little curious, just a little curious..." Under the oppressive presence of the tall Bishop Raman, Frank decisively followed his heart's choice.

Looking at the obedient little white dog sitting at his feet, and then at Bishop Raman, Arthur's lips immediately turned down, revealing a dark, classic Batman expression—doubt.

“Sir, this shouldn’t be an ordinary puppy, right? Is there anything special about it?” Arthur asked tentatively.

"There should be a special space inside its belly, and it can freely travel between the spirit world."

"Furthermore, it has the ability to be compatible with all things, so the vast majority of creatures, including spirit creatures, will not actively harm it."

"In addition to these innate abilities, its body can also accommodate another extraordinary sequence," Bishop Raman said in a calm voice, as if reciting a textbook.

Frank, who was standing nearby, suddenly noticed the key point:

"That's not right. You said this little guy is ownerless, so how do you know that?"

Bishop Raman, his expression unchanged, said:

“I have gone further than you on the path of the farmer, so there are naturally some mysteries in it that you don’t know.”

A look of suspicion immediately appeared on Frank's face.

But before he could question it, Arthur asked again:

"So, Your Excellency, is this little fellow truly orphaned?"

“Yes, it is ownerless,” Bishop Raman nodded again to confirm.

“Hmm…” Arthur nodded.

He crouched down and picked up the little puppy, holding it in his arms.

then……

He turned around and sprinted a hundred meters, running straight away.

"Uh..." Frank was completely stunned by Arthur's actions.

Bishop Raman watched Arthur's retreating figure with gentle eyes, like a fox that had stolen a sliver of soy, and then drew a simple baby on his chest.

"Thank you, source of life!"

"Praise be to you, Mother of all things..."

Seeing this, Frank immediately asked:

“Bishop, something feels off. Could that puppy be the result of your experiment?”

"Let me tell you, Arthur is an important partner of mine, you can't betray him."

Bishop Raman calmly replied:

"That one is not the result of my experiment."

"Then what is its origin? Since you know its abilities, you can't possibly not know its origin, right?" Frank asked with some doubt.

Bishop Raman turned to look at him, but did not answer. Instead, he drew a simple baby on his chest again.

Frank didn't react at first, but then he seemed to realize something and his eyes widened.

……

Inside a room on the Future.

Arthur and the puppy sat on the bed, staring at each other with wide eyes.

"So cute..." Arthur thought to himself.

But now is clearly not the time to pet dogs, because there is an important question that Arthur hasn't figured out yet.

The island that Arthur just visited is clearly now completely under the control of the Church of the Earth Mother.

As Bernadette said before, for something this important, the Church of the Earth Mother would definitely seal off the island completely.

And judging from Arthur's arrival on the island, that is indeed the case.

Therefore, given that the Earth Church itself focuses on the realm of life, it is unlikely that such an extraordinary, "ownerless" puppy would appear on this island.

When Arthur asked Bishop Raman what was so special about the puppy, Bishop Raman recited the little guy's abilities in detail, as if reciting a textbook.

Even so, he still kept saying that the little guy was "ownerless".

Despite Arthur's obvious interest in the puppy, Bishop Raman repeatedly emphasized that it was "ownerless".

The subtext is that if you want it, you can just take it away.

And the special space inside this little guy's belly and his ability to travel through the spirit world perfectly met one of Arthur's needs:

messenger.

But why a dog?

Arthur stretched out his finger and teased the puppy in front of him.

what is this?

Lilith ignored him and threw a dog at him. (Image attached)

After thinking for a while, Arthur still couldn't figure out the other person's intention.

The little puppy in front of him seemed to sense his distress, and immediately lay down, revealing its snow-white belly, looking like it wanted to be petted.

Upon seeing this, Arthur immediately abandoned the question he had been pondering and pounced on it, inhaling deeply.

"Hehe...puppy hook...hehehe..."

"A little puppy like you was born to be eaten by your mother, hehehe..."

"Resist? Resisting is useless, hehe..."

"Hehehehehe..."

Within a phase space made of pea vines, unseen by Arthur, someone let out a sigh with complex meaning, and then slowly vanished...

Chapter 61 Backlash, it can only be described as a backlash.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Arthur woke up from his sleep.

He looked at the little cutie sleeping soundly in his arms, a hint of surprise on his face.

Last night, he sucked on the little guy for a while before letting him go.

The little thing struggled to run away while he was sucking it, but after Arthur finally let it go, it disappeared into some corner and hid.

Unexpectedly, after Arthur fell asleep, it somehow slipped back and snuggled into his arms, sleeping soundly until this morning.

It's worth mentioning that this puppy didn't have the milky smell typical of pet puppies; instead, it emitted a delicate floral fragrance.

Arthur recalled for a moment and realized that the flavor came from a plant called night-blooming jasmine.

This herb has a calming effect, which can help people fall asleep more easily.

Moreover, Arthur remembered that in the original story, Old Neil said that this herb was loved by the goddess of night, and candles made from it symbolized the night in ritual magic.

The dog, given to him by the Earth Mother Goddess, carries the scent of herbs favored by the Goddess of Night.

Um......

Arthur, who was an artist in his previous life, couldn't help but imagine a plot of several million words, plus several gigabytes of visuals.

Of course, none of this information can be leaked.

Otherwise, the title of "blasphemer" in this world would have to be replaced on the spot.

The next second, Arthur either goes to the town of Darkness to become Zarathustra's roommate, or he gets killed.

So, just to be on the safe side, he simply crumpled up all the things he had just thought of and stuffed them into the emblem, pretending that nothing had happened.

Arthur looked at the sleeping puppy, reached out and gently patted it, then couldn't help but chuckle:

"This little guy forgot to retract his tongue while he was sleeping."

Just like the kittens and puppies he saw in videos when he was raising pets online in his previous life, they sometimes forgot to retract their tongues when they slept, and a little bit of their pink tongue tip would stick out.

This makes them even cuter.

A wicked smile crept across Arthur's face. He stretched out his thumb and forefinger, and in a gesture that would infuriate any Korean, pinched the puppy's exposed pink tongue.

Then, he gently pulled the little guy's tongue out a little and started playing with it with his index finger.

Arthur was so engrossed in playing that he didn't notice the puppy gradually waking up as he teased it.

"Hey~"

The puppy whimpered softly and looked at Arthur with a pitiful expression.

"Uh..." Even though Arthur was fairly thick-skinned, being caught red-handed while playing with someone's tongue still made him feel a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, at that moment, there was a knock on Arthur's door, which allowed him to avoid the puppy's pitiful gaze.

"Huh? Ma'am, you actually knocked on the door this time. I thought... cough cough."

Arthur was actually saying, "I thought you wouldn't know how to use the door anymore. Luckily, you managed to stop at the last moment."

Bernadette glanced at him, but didn't respond to his words. Instead, she turned her gaze to the little white dog sitting on the bed.

"Who is this little guy?" she asked, seemingly with some curiosity.

"Uh... I picked it up on the road yesterday. I thought it was cute, so I brought it back." Arthur naturally wouldn't tell the truth about something like this.

“It’s really quite cute.” Bernadette reached out and teased the little white dog with her finger, then asked: