Brain bloom

On the other hand, there's the final boss of a certain high-level dungeon, who devoured the entire library of a country. My main account and others have killed him over a hundred times.

Who are they?

"...Alright, anyway, parchment is different from ordinary paper. You are now a powerful and beautiful dragon, so you can enjoy parchment without becoming mute or having your intestines tied up."

However, the dragon's eyes were icy cold: "Human lady, do you think I'm stupid? I don't want to eat paper, I just want you to touch me—and then I'll eat you! Because you dared to lie to me..."

This dragon isn't stupid? Sen Shi was startled.

……

PS:

(Today, on a whim, I searched "moon crow" on Baidu. Then I discovered...)

Image: "What is this?", Location: "Images/041853-67312.jpg"

So, who was so stupid as to try to find me in women's clothing on Baidu? Step forward, and I'll give you a minor role.

Volume 1 #070 - Trouble Seems to Be Coming

"I can touch you, but I don't have any silver coins on me, and you don't accept gold coins..."

What Mori said was indeed the truth; she hadn't kept a single penny of change, having given it all to that half-demon astrologer. Even when paying the entrance fee, she made a quick deal with another tourist, exchanging the finger guards she had casually made for ten silver coins.

“Looks like he wasn’t lying.” Huanlong bared his teeth again.

"Don't eat me yet..."

A thousand thoughts raced through Mori's mind, but she managed to remain rational. She came up with a few ways to save herself, but she was unwilling to leave with her tail between her legs. That would mean she had gained nothing all day, and she would be too ashamed to face her princess when she returned.

She needs to do more and get more in return.

For example, make Huanlong realize that books and paper, which carry knowledge, are delicious things.

She tentatively said, "If you're willing, wait for me for ten minutes, and I'll prove that what I'm saying is true."

"Sure, sure. Anyway, there aren't many customers today, so I'll get off work early. It'll be fun to play with you." Huanlong shut his mouth and closed his teeth. "Then you can prove it slowly. I'm looking forward to it."

After speaking, the Phantom Dragon shifted its body slightly and walked to the two dying people still struggling on the ground. It raised its short forepaws, as if to stomp on flies.

"You mean... you're going to give them a quick death?" Mori asked hurriedly. "If so, don't step on it yet."

"Yes, yes, it's just that they are indeed very strong. Even my full-force attack couldn't kill them quickly. Now I have time to finish them off. So what are you going to do, human?"

“Listen to me, if you step on them, their bodies won’t stay intact…they’ll die a horrible death.”

Mori risked going up to see if these people could still be saved, but after just one glance, she knew the situation was worse than she had thought.

The blood flowing from the mage has turned black from being stained with spiritual energy, indicating that the soul itself has been severely damaged. In other words, even if the mage survives, he will be a useless person and a madman, and the damage is irreversible.

Moreover, the magic he learned in his lifetime could go berserk at any time, making him a ticking time bomb.

The assassin was in even worse shape, with his joints twisted and his skin cracked.

Moreover, most of his ribs were broken and pierced his internal organs; it's incredible he didn't die on the spot. Even if Mori used a low-level healing technique, the aftereffects would cause him excruciating pain, at most allowing him to survive for a few days before he would still die.

Just as she was about to say something, the assassin hooked her boot with his little finger, clearly with great difficulty.

“You…you’re right, I…I want to be buried…completely.” The assassin managed to squeeze out his words, “Please…do it.”

"Do you mind?" Mori asked, looking up at Huanlong.

"Whatever—but don't blame me for being a good Samaritan; they're the ones who are too foolish to challenge me."

Indeed, Mori thought.

A four-person team with decent levels, equipment, and combat experience is still a bit too inexperienced to challenge the Phantom Dragon. But if they had two more strong shield users, they would at least have a good chance—their defeat was due to a lack of understanding of the enemy and poor tactics.

If we can withstand the Phantom Dragon's illusory attacks, which only last a few seconds, we can then surround and attack the weakened Phantom Dragon's main body... Mori shook his head, banishing these pointless thoughts from his mind.

She raised her bow and transformed her magic into arrows—a necessary funeral.

Without the slightest hesitation, two arrows pierced the skulls of the two men with pinpoint accuracy, ending their lives.

The painful cries subsided, leaving only the sound of the sea breeze blowing through the forest.

She looked away, not wanting to see the two corpses, only thinking that she would tell others when she returned to Silvermoon City so that the relevant parties could come and collect the bodies. But Sen Shi suddenly felt her body become slightly stronger; she was very familiar with this feeling, it was the effect of leveling up.

Level: 19 (Experience required for the next level: 12/442000)

In total, I leveled up twice... That's pretty good, it was definitely worth the trip.

"Rest in peace. I do not know your names, but I accept your power."

"Now? Can you start proving it?" Huanlong asked, lying on the ground, showing no interest in the dead.

"Okay, wait for me."

Mori sat cross-legged on the grass that wasn't stained with blood, and took out parchment, ink, and a pen made of matte black crystal from his bag.

Just from that, Huanlong immediately raised his head and sniffed the air: "Wow, there's a very tempting aroma?"

Sure enough, Mori breathed a sigh of relief, finally having done something that pleased him.

For the phantom dragon, this was indeed the most tempting food.

Mori doesn't have time to write a book for it to eat, but she can quickly write a page of sweet parchment. Then, she'll use this food to lure it home and raise it... then she'll definitely sleep soundly at night.

Mori's mind is filled with all sorts of knowledge, and even the most boring knowledge can become food for the Phantom Dragon.

With her pen touching the first line of the parchment, she considered for a moment and began to write down what she had experienced in her life, such as recipes... like a little salt, a suitable amount of sugar, a handful of greens, and so on.

Mori started writing down the dishes he often made when he lived alone. This could be considered a kind of knowledge, and maybe it would even add a touch of fragrance to the paper... Anyway, there was nothing else to write.

As she wielded her pen, she wrote the strange, distorted words of this world, which resembled swarms of large ants crawling around, with considerable skill.

Sen could feel a surge of heat from time to time, and he knew without turning around that it was Huanlong breathing behind him.

Slightly frightened, Mori warned, "Don't eat me."

"I won't eat your food until the time is up, so keep writing."

"Does it smell good? This piece of paper."

"It smells so good, it makes my mouth water."

Sen Shi thought it was an adjective, but then she heard a sizzling sound behind her. She turned around sharply and saw that Huanlong's mouth was drooling, melting the ground and smoking.

Fearing she might get burned too, she immediately took a few steps forward: "Anyway, now you understand, right? This is the kind of food a phantom dragon like you should enjoy."

"...But...it's paper, even though it smells a little nice."

"Just try it once and see. If you don't like it, just spit it out. If you do like it, come to my house for a visit, and I'll keep writing recipes for you to try."

“Hmm…” Huanlong hesitated. “Your home? That’s great, to have a home.”

"What's there to envy?"

Sen Shi quickened her pace, the words faltering slightly, for she had already glimpsed hope of bringing the phantom dragon home. The parchment carried more and more knowledge, its wondrous fragrance intensifying, constantly stimulating the phantom dragon.

But—just when there were only two lines left to finish writing, Morishi stopped writing, and Genryu raised his head high.

Both Sen Shi's eyes and Huan Long's heterochromatic pupils simultaneously gazed in the same direction. They sensed something strange and powerful approaching the island.

Volume 1 #071 The Call of the White Silk

“Something… is coming?” Mori put down his pen and squinted.

"Very fast..."

"Phantom Dragon, put down what you're eating first."

"I feel the same way, and I'm a little scared for some reason."

Sen Shi took a few deep breaths, calmly put his things back into his bag, and then took out the debt-collecting bow and held it openly in his hand. At the same time, his eyes scanned the surroundings and he immediately selected a place where he could hide himself.

The Phantom Dragon did not do that. Its pride as a high-ranking being kept it in place, waiting for the unknown to arrive.

What could it be? Mori Toki pondered.

The "visitor" was moving quickly, yet its presence was so powerful that even they could sense it simultaneously before it even came into view. She wasn't sure if it was coming to Silvermoon City or just passing through, but caution was necessary.

Perhaps it's a monster... and an extremely powerful one at that, coming to deal with Silvermoon City—or even them?

Wait, a powerful monster is rapidly approaching?

This clue seemed to remind Mori of something... why does it feel so familiar?

Having two pairs of socks at home seems like it could accomplish something similar. If Dandelion sneaks into Morishi's room and puts the socks on while she's out, maybe that's what she'll summon? The more Morishi thought about it, the more plausible it seemed, because the coincidence was too much to bear.

Sen immediately made a decision: they should go straight back to the winery, just in case.

Upgrading is important, recruiting the Phantom Dragon is important, but Dandelion is even more important.

She immediately said, "Phantom Dragon, I'll come back to find you tomorrow, and I'll bring paper or books again. If you don't like them, I'll also bring silver gems or silver coins."

"Well, okay then. I feel like you're not lying to me, but I won't be here tomorrow."

"Don't you sell yourself here every day?"

"No, it's not that simple. There's usually only one group of customers every few days. So I'm not going to work tomorrow; I'm going back to the city to do odd jobs and save up for rent."

Renting a room...doing odd jobs...going to work...Senshi found it hard to believe that Huanlong had said these words.

"At such a critical moment, I'm actually talking to you about this... Never mind, I won't ask why."

A multitude of words choked in Sen Shi's throat; she swallowed them back and calmed her inner turmoil.

"May I ask where you work? I'll come to the city to find you tomorrow."

“Come to ‘Feliasl’s Tattoo Shop’. I’ll be working there all day tomorrow. Remember your promise, bring me food.”

"it is good……"

At this moment, both the Four Seasons and the Illusionary Dragon remained silent, for a dazzling light suddenly appeared from the western seashore.

They all instinctively stood on tiptoe, trying their best to see clearly what the rapidly approaching thing was.

Mori's size was a disadvantage, so he had to ask, "Did you see what it was? I could only see a small ball of light—flying towards us! Wait, that might not be a monster!"

"It's like a transparent box, with a sacred aura. An aura like that of gold coins... It's definitely hard to digest."

"I didn't feel anything."