Brain bloom

As she spoke, Melia blinked, a deep smile hidden in her pale purple eyes. It was as if she were saying, "Daddy, this is our little secret, keep it a secret."

Sen Shi had no choice but to accept her kindness and drink it all in one gulp, going along with the awkward situation.

Although this bottle of energizer is of high quality and the bottle is beautiful, it's not as good as what she made...

Then, Mori glanced around and saw that the evacuation of the noble guests was nearing completion. Therefore, Lord Balzac also looked at the Four Seasons with a complex expression, probably beginning to consider how to deal with these two public enemies of the world—the Four Seasons.

However, Sen Shi didn't care much. The Queen of Chaos Lands, her daughter in a sense, Little Melia, was right here.

Even if she's not here, her debt-collecting bow is still here. The lord of Silvermoon City must be very wealthy.

In addition, Fufu has been obstructing the evil fog on the ship, so there is no threat here for the time being.

Her body was more agile and stronger. Roughly estimated, she had leveled up by about five levels? Just as Morishi was about to confirm the change in experience points, he heard Yuan's self-pitying voice coming from behind.

"Am I the only one among us who cares about E'wu? I'm acting like an idiot..."

“I care too, but look, Salt Sprite is very useful,” Mori comforted her.

Melia said, "Just wait to eat chicken butts, I'll take care of the trouble."

A hint of focus and killing intent flashed in her eyes. As she took a step and a half forward in her boots, a staff appeared in her hand without her noticing.

The grayish-white stone, polished into a long cylinder, smooth as marble, is a long staff.

Inside, there flowed probably tens of thousands of purple rays of light. The light waxed and waned, as if each life was born, grew, shone, decayed, and vanished.

A slender vertebra, whose origin is unknown, is wrapped around it, creating an indescribable sense of beauty.

Upon seeing it, Mori couldn't help but bite his little finger, his canine teeth almost piercing through his skin.

No one knew this staff better than her… This was the ultimate weapon that all mage players sought, and it was also Sen Shi's proudest companion. But seeing it in someone else's hands caused Sen Shi immense torment.

“‘The interpretation of a false god’…” she murmured wistfully.

"Yes, it's a memento left to me by my father, one of the most precious treasures of the Chaos Land."

“…Ugh.”

"So, thank you." She added the word "Dad" in her mind.

After thanking her, Melia smiled at Mori, a very sincere and grateful smile.

The negative emotions that had accumulated in the latter's heart faded away, and instead turned into many unspeakable feelings and sorrows... Having a daughter is such a wonderful feeling.

Melia will also prove that she deserves this weapon.

She looked up at the sky, at the mass of evil mist that was being blocked by the salt spirits.

First, he waved his hand, tearing away the spatial magic that was wrapped around the Night Market.

Then, he raised his staff—and brought it down; that was all he did.

However, the magic had already roared, and a fierce, knife-like wind whipped up, shaking the air and frightening the dandelions and other plants in the forest into standing upright.

Mori knew that this was a high-level spell called "Wind Hammer," a very practical and classic spell. But Melia's spell was too fast; Mori didn't even get a clear look at the Wind Hammer before the ominous mist was forcibly blown away.

Not a single drop remained; it was blown away to who-knows-where, dissipating into ordinary, harmless air.

The air was incredibly fresh, and the delicate starlight and moonlight once again bathed the deck of the Night Market.

The one who was most frightened was probably Fufu. Although Melia's skills were superb and she completely avoided it, the high-level magic grazed her and exploded a step away, leaving Fufu stunned for a long time.

The elf was completely bewildered, almost forgetting who he was, where he came from, and what he was supposed to do.

Melia put away her staff and gave a soft hum, pleased with her own power: "Solved. There's nothing to worry about now. Let's go, Yuan, you still have a hundred skewers of chicken butts to eat. I'll grill them for you myself."

"...How...how did it become a hundred skewers?"

She turned back again: "Dad... um, I mean, you two Four Seasons, shall we continue eating? You must have a lot of things you want to ask me, come on, just say the word."

"Then I'll ask, can I have my staff back?"

"Does this mean they've admitted it?"

"...Damn it! I'm acting like an idiot."

"Haha, just admit it, that's all that matters."

Dandelion didn't immediately follow. Instead, when no one was looking, she quietly cut a piece of the deck, intending to take it back as a keepsake. After all, the corpse-collector's drawing skills were superb; she had depicted Sen Shi's face beautifully.

……

On the other side, the cleaning is almost done as well.

The ominous mists that came from afar were not reinforcements summoned by the invisible corpse collectors, but rather enemies chasing after it, seeking to increase their power and devour it.

Unfortunately, they ran into a night market stall.

The guardian of the Demon Banshee King, a ferocious dragon, is playing with the Mist.

"Er".

This character has a special meaning. Just as people associate the word "devil" with the idea of ​​having one's soul stolen, it represents a fearsome existence. Similarly, "厄" also carries meanings such as "calamity" and "chaos."

In most countries, it is a forbidden word, a kind of filthy phrase that is more vicious than cursing one's parents for eighteen generations, and even the most despicable thugs would not use it.

Therefore, only those things that are comparable to a great disaster are qualified to be called "calamity".

Erlong is one of the best among them.

Facing a vast expanse of ominous mist and thousands of monsters lurking within, Daniel displayed the overwhelming power of the world's strongest dragon. Its wings billowed, inscribed with magical eulogies.

The left wing unleashed powerful fire magic, while the right wing simultaneously unleashed advanced wind magic.

Daniel's casual flapping of its wings unleashed a power far exceeding that of any human magician; the scale of their magic was vastly different. Yet, to it, it was nothing more than amusement-like fireworks.

If it so desires, it can unleash a hundred high-level spells in a row, without repeating any.

Monsters were constantly being blasted into mincemeat, and the Evil Mist became riddled with holes.

It was enormous, but it only lasted for ten shots before it seemed to possess a will and wanted to escape.

Daniel noticed this: "Melia, this should be a very high purity of Evil Mist, there should be some gushing out... What should we do? Should we go back home to gather manpower?"

"Whatever, I'm busy right now."

"Huh...why are you being so irresponsible today? Usually, you'd chase after Evil Mist and hack him to his lair." Daniel muttered. "Fine, I'll figure it out myself."

Having said that, it temporarily set aside its dignity and pride as a dragon and secretly drooled a little bit of its foul-smelling saliva onto the mist.

Yes, that way we can track its outflow point.

Volume 1, Chapter 152, Fourth Update

The deck wasn't as lively as before, but it wasn't exactly quiet either.

Melia pretended to be a barbecue stall owner, even wearing an apron. She would sometimes stir the coals in the charcoal stove, and sometimes arrange the ingredients.

She adopted a weathered voice: "My dear guest, we only have thirty skewers of chicken butts left. How about I take a loss and trade you your father's feathers for them?"

“…Little Melia, I can only eat one at most.”

"Alright, thirty strings. And where is this lovely, reliable, beautiful guest with green leaves on her head? Why isn't she taking her seat yet? And what are you doing on the ground, princess wearing a yellow chrysanthemum wreath?"

"It's not a chrysanthemum! It's a dandelion flower! Okay, it does look somewhat similar..." the dandelion retorted angrily.

Mori hesitated to approach, fearing his daughter. It seemed as if Melia might snatch her away at any moment, taking her back to the Chaos Land to live a cozy life as father and daughter... That would be terrifying.

"I have some things to take care of," Mori said, forcing himself to speak.

"Oh? What is it?"

"Um...yes, bats are so noisy."

She walked around a pile of body parts on the ground, quickly went to the stall auctioning bats, pretended to find them noisy, and then lingered for a while before finally opening the cage and giving them their freedom. The little bats were stunned for a moment, then immediately flapped their wings and flew away.

"Have you run out of excuses now?" Melia's amused voice irritated Mori Shi like a shadow.

However, just then, an untimely, authoritative male voice swept across the deck. It was Lord Balzac; he had already closed the passageway, but remained on the deck himself.

"Ladies, may I have the honor of sharing this table with you?"

Melia looked annoyed, put down the stick she was using to stir the charcoal stove, and instead held out her hand to him, palm up: "Give me the price."

What price do I need to pay?

"The price for sitting with us, and besides, you clearly could handle the Evil Mist, yet you left it to us... Ha, let's not even talk about us being guests. You should understand who's actually helping us, right?"

Her imposing presence far overwhelmed her opponent, almost extinguishing the fire in the charcoal stove.

"Queen of Demons and Banshees, what do you want?" Lord Balzac, showing no fear, stood still and did not actually go up to sit with him.

“I want many things, first and foremost, the safety of the Four Seasons,” she stated directly.

This topic is very important to Mori and Dandelion.

Sen didn't make any more excuses, and Dandelion hid the peeled plank. The two of them returned to the barbecue stall in tacit agreement, put their little bottoms on the long bench, and sat side by side.

Lord Balzac stroked his golden beard, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"I'm very interested. What price did the Four Seasons pay you to make the Chaos Lands change their attitude and take such a political stance so quickly?"

"Princess Dandelion sold me this lovely seasonal girl named Mori Toki."

Melia said while grilling the chicken's rear end:

"I believe it's a very good price to pay, so the deal is done. From now on, the Chaos Lands will be their backer."

Dandelion stared at Melia with a face full of remorse. Although her small mouth opened and closed, and her lips trembled uncontrollably, she couldn't utter a word of rebuttal…

Thinking of his own future, Mori quickly came up with a plan and added in a firm tone, "The truth is this: the Demon Queen hired me to deal with the Evil Mist as a mercenary. That's all... Remember, that's all."

"Well, whatever deal you made, it's too late."

Although Melia's words surprised him, Lord Balzac remained unmoved.

“I have already promised to abandon the protection of the Four Seasons. Even if I were to go back on my word now, those two great nations would not listen. It would be a miracle if you were still alive after killing the Rain Wizard and stealing the sacred artifact.”

"Instead of using Silvermoon City's identity, why don't you just protect them privately?"

"Unfortunately, we are a peaceful city-state with insufficient strength, and I also need to handle government affairs."

"Where are the three heroes?"

"They're all not here."