Chapter 223: Lar Swallowing Excrement

Troll's Castle.

Lord Baya looked at the Whispering Woman who was carrying two magic staffs.

He broke his promise again, but he did not withhold the reward from Whispering Woman. The old woman was very cunning. She claimed that she was about to find the man's location, but it was not so easy to get rid of him. For this reason, Lord Baya had to pay one of the rewards in advance.

That is the staff that can bewitch people.

It was just a collection, Lord Baya didn't care. What he cared about was whether this divination magic could succeed.

The tattered cloth package was heavy, made of various animal skins and linen. The palm-sized patches made Lord Baya frown.

Such ugly and dirty things should not appear in the noble troll castle.

When the cloth package was opened, he couldn't help but screamed: "What is this!"

The unfolded package was filled with ears of various sizes. The blood had dyed the ears red. They were densely packed together in a small pile, with at least more than a hundred of them.

"Needed for prophecy."

"Then let's get started!" Lord Baya said hatefully.

He was probably a little angry and embarrassed because he was frightened and unable to maintain his aristocratic elegance, so it was natural for him to take his anger out on the old woman in front of him.

Boil the water in a pot.

Various unknown potions were thrown in, and the smell that came out began to become complicated, but of course it was more than that.

After those ears were thrown into the pot, the soup in the pot began to become thick and a foul smell wafted out that made people swallow their saliva.

People don't only swallow their saliva when they smell something fragrant, they can also not control themselves when faced with something smelly or disgusting enough.

The Whispering Woman carried her staff and stirred it again and again, and each time wisps of strange smoke would float out.

Lord Bayar felt his ears itchy. He could hear some kind of sound, very loud, chattering and completely inaudible.

This proves that Whispering Po's magic is really effective.

He couldn't help but stare at the old woman's back, his eyes fixed on her fingers that were wrapped in old skin and were as shriveled and yellowed as parchment, and her ugly chicken-claw-like fingers were locked on the staff.

Stir it again.

The sound is getting louder!
"I have captured the direction of his existence," Whispering Woman stopped.

Her predictions and divinations seemed to only require stirring the inexplicable soup in the pot, which made Lord Baia feel relieved. At least he didn't have to watch a gloomy old woman eat that thing with a sinister smile.

"anything else?"

"He is very fierce, even aggressive. He will not be a firm supporter of Her Majesty Queen Rania." The tone of the whispering woman suddenly became a little uncertain: "It's strange. He has no loyalty in his heart, and he doesn't have reverence, but he will protect Her Majesty the Queen."

"What's so strange about this!" Lord Baiya slammed the table and said, "Am I really loyal to the Queen?!"

After sitting in this position for a long time, the aspects he has to think about are definitely not what an old woman who only knows some vicious magic can imagine.

Without power, but still possessing the status of a queen, Raniya is simply the best object of loyalty.

As long as you control Raniya, you control the right to speak.

Those who are willing to submit will become a force, while those who are unwilling to submit are rebels and need to be conquered.

If someone wanted to harm Raniya, Lord Baiya would definitely be the first one to disagree. Without Raniya, his position as the Lord would be usurped.

As long as she was here, he was the master of the Troll's Castle.

So it is a very normal thing to be disloyal but protect the queen.

Whispering Woman obviously didn't understand the relationship between the two. All she wanted was the reward that Lord Baya had promised her. She was not interested in the struggle for power, the battle for territory, etc.

"Will he kill me?" asked Lord Baia.

Someone wants to fight for Rania, and in future warnings, Rania will accept his "loyalty", so what about myself?

"My Lord, I have not listened to your future," the Whispering Woman explained, "I have listened to it once for Her Majesty the Queen, and there will be no second time in a short time."

"Then tell me what you heard!" Lord Baya waved his hand.

"He is trying to pass through the snake catcher's fortress," the whispering woman stirred the thick soup in the pot. "The big snake whose mind has been taken over by the cunning king will never allow anyone to get close. This is an opportunity. If they can have a conflict between them..."

When an aggressive person and a giant snake that absolutely does not allow anyone to set foot in its territory meet, there will definitely be a conflict, definitely!

"Then let them clash!"

"I need another blessed weapon from you." Whispering Woman bent down. She had known for a long time that it was extremely difficult to get a reward from Lord Baya, so she chose to use some clever tricks to force the other party to hand the thing over to her.

"what?"

"Rat," whispered the woman, "a rat that can be provoked."

…………

Lind was flipping through the book "Lal the Excrement Eater". Although the name of the book was a bit weird and even heavy, it was indeed a collection of poems about the power of the snake catcher's path.

During the time of digging and clearing the road, he rode his flying dragon back to Star Dragon City.

He gave the potion formula to the Rabbit Tooth Witch first, and then gave the book to Domei.

As expected, they were very happy. Even the Rabbit Tooth Witch couldn't help but praise the greatness of the Lord once again.

The most useful tool people in the world must be people like them. They think that while Lind is out there killing enemies desperately, they just need to sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor, and they can get all the knowledge they want without having to put in any effort.

Coincidentally, Lind thought so too.

You rack your brains here to research and then work hard to make it.

The stomach is so small, what’s the use of getting so many potions and achievements? In the end, after a short period of possession, you have to take them out and use them in the territory.

Linde can obtain various research results without any effort. If the immortals are around, he doesn't even have to make an effort to snatch them.

So in his eyes, no matter how greedy they were, they were just tools...

The many books that Dome had read at random played a significant role at this moment, especially after hearing Lind's description of Baron Neronan's situation in the snake catcher's fortress.

"This power should come from the snake-man village, and after taking the magic potion, a snake catcher will actually turn into a big snake..." Duomei also knew the story about the snake-catcher family fighting against the abyss snake-man demon.

In his opinion, the occurrence of such an absurd situation indicates that this power is likely related to the abyss demon.

No matter which aspect it is, it must be related.

While Dome was telling his guess, Lind was still flipping through "Laal the Excrement Eater". After losing the golden dragonhide plate armor, he put on the armor made by Bard again. The defense might be a little worse, but it was more refined and comfortable.

It's like a tuxedo on the battlefield.

He held the thick book in his arms. He seemed to smell a pungent odor from the yellowed and curled serpentine paper. The densely packed words made the eyes feel uncomfortable, and the slender writing style twisted the words into long patterned snakes.

"Will there be any danger?" Lind raised his head. His thirst for power had never stopped and would continue until the moment of his death.

After witnessing the fighting style of the Sons of Ronan with his own eyes, Linde became very interested in the path of the snake catcher.

There might be ten different types of force applications.

The temptation was so strong that Lind couldn't refuse it, even though he hated snakes.

"If you can ensure that your body will not experience any unexpected changes when taking the potion..." Duomei shook her head gently: "No! It is just a way to absorb the power of the potion."

The path potion is to plunder the power of magic for one's own use. The power of magic is infinite, but people can only use that limited power through paths and prayers.

Lind closed the book.

Lal, the excrement eater, is not really eating excrement, the book refers to "curse", "mutation", etc. as excrement.

Therefore, Lal in the book is not a pica, but a scavenger who cleans up all kinds of negative situations and ensures that ordinary people will not be affected after the disaster.

"Does Ronan's strength have anything to do with the book? Did he gain some kind of emblem power from it?" Lind couldn't help but ponder.

Judge others by yourself. Since you can control it, why can't the other party control it?

Brewing the path potion for the Grand Knight and the Upper Grand Knight is too easy for Miss Miko nowadays. If it weren't for Lind's strong request, she would have directly thrown this unskilled job to other pharmacists.

Nowadays, every pharmacist in the territory has been trained by Linde using a large amount of materials to master multi-threaded operation skills. Not only can they cook potions quickly, but they can also cook more than a dozen pots at a time, and the quality is also guaranteed.

Just like how the Rabbit Tooth Witch once used the exhaustive method to reverse-engineer the "idealistic" path to the potion, practice makes perfect and the wizard's idealistic potion-making can actually form a connection.

I now have one more power: snake catcher!
Lind didn't feel his body getting stronger, and it seemed that snake catchers were not known for their strength and power.

Compared to these, the emblem on his chest changed again, from the rough nesting at the beginning to becoming more delicate and detailed.

The emblems are not tattoos. Whenever Lind gains new power, their positions will change.

The mysterious Ouroboros emblem filled in and became a part of it, and Lind also had some simple feelings.

So, he took out the [Banshee Horn] and targeted himself.

Blow the horn.

His physical strength was instantly cut in half, and the sudden loss made his knees go weak, but soon the Ouroboros Emblem swallowed it in big gulps, while feeding a force back into Lind's body.

Swallow the curse and nourish yourself.

However, the curse of the horn was too strong, resulting in the power fed back to it being completely unable to keep up with the power lost by Lind. It was barely the most useless of the many emblems he had obtained so far.

"Sir, the road is open."

Finally, there is good news that we can return to the central region.

(End of this chapter)