Chapter 566 – Hooked on a Fish
Chapter 566 – Hook Bite Fish
The most important piece of the puzzle was found in an unexpected place because of a person who originally had nothing to do with it.
Who would have thought that a group of quicksand termites would end up running and settling in a tree because of the oppression of another race?
Saul carefully collects every quicksand termite he can see before finally removing the queen, already extremely thin from malnutrition.
The alternative ant queen in Saul’s hands immediately transferred the nutrients in her body to the queen after meeting up with her own queen, and fell into a deep sleep herself.
Seeing this alternative ant queen’s behavior, Saul froze slightly before waking up amidst Penny’s spitting.
Afterwards, in order to thank the boy for the clues he had provided, Saul configured a bottle of mental recovery potion for him.
This potion could not completely cure the boy’s mental atrophy, but at the very least, it would allow him to maintain his health for a few more years.
To live longer, unless he could become an apprentice sorcerer, but with his mental body state, it was impossible to become an apprentice.
It was a deadly cycle.
In the end, Saul gave the boy a little money. Not to be coveted, and to slightly improve his future life.
The boy was very smart and didn’t think the money Saul gave was too little at all. He even understood Saul’s intention in the first place and thanked him sincerely.
Saul said goodbye to the boy for the second time, and looking at his back as he ran towards the settlement to meet up with his father, he couldn’t help but sigh, “Ordinary people living in extraordinary places may not even know if they have a chance to open their eyes the next day.”
Penny said with a smile, “Brother Saul thinks he’s good, why don’t you take him back as a little squire? It just so happens that Steward Hope has no one under him and has to do everything himself.”
“The Pure Spirit Wizard Tower isn’t a good place for ordinary people either.” Saul didn’t think that the place he was in was any kind of good place.
With a full harvest, he set off on his journey home.
Saul left the Pure Spirit Wizard Tower for half a month, and when he came back again, he rubbed his eyes and thought he had made a mistake.
On the outskirts of Lake Rhine, two circles of mushrooms had actually been planted?
Each of these mushrooms was half a person tall, one person thick, and solid as a row of small stools.
No need to think, these mushrooms must have been planted by Marsh.
Since coming to the Rhine Lake, Saul seldom went out, and generally did not use the car. Therefore, as a car driver, Marsh changed his job to become a farmer and started to grow mushrooms in a corner of the island to help everyone improve their diet.
However, with limited space on the island and the small white mushrooms being so vigorous, Marsh was soon out of a job again.
Before Saul left this time, he crouched by the lake all day, wondering what he was thinking about.
Unexpectedly, Saul came back and saw a mushroom enclosure.
Just as he curiously went up to take a look, Marsh squeezed out from behind a row of mushrooms, “Lord Saul, you’re back!”
He smiled nervously and held a few small, grayish-white mushrooms stained with dirt in his hand.
Saul smiled and took one of the mushrooms in Marsh’s hand, “Can this mushroom still grow this big?”
“Uh-huh.” Marsh nodded repeatedly, “It can grow even bigger! Don’t look at it as insignificant, but it actually has many uses when planted properly.”
Saul put the small mushroom back into Marsh’s hands, and went back to knock the half-man-high large mushrooms with his hands, realizing that these mushrooms looked soft, but they were actually very resilient.
If this kind of mushroom grew taller and bigger, it could really be used as a protective wall.
However, they could only resist physical damage, and still could not resist sorcery.
Marsh stood by and watched Saul test the mushroom wall, a little nervous, not sure if the adults agreed with him to grow mushrooms outside.
If not, he would have to tear it down overnight.
Thinking about the amount of work, he regretted it a little, he should have waited for Sol to come back before planting.
But even though he couldn’t deal with the wizard, it didn’t really bother him.
Saul then patted Marsh’s shoulder, “You can plant it if you want, you can try to see if you can cultivate it to be a bit taller. Oh, just don’t forget to leave a door open.”
Marsh instantly cracked up and hurriedly demonstrated to Saul, “Look, my lord, this has a door.”
He raised his hand and knocked on a mushroom, and the knocked mushroom immediately fell softly, laying flat on the ground, the Lord striking a five-body oddball pose.
“My lord, I have discussed with the mushrooms that as long as it is you, no matter where you come in from, they will open the door for you.”
Saul opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment. He forced a smile, “Then you continue, I’ll go back.”
Marsh hurriedly greeted Saul with a look of excitement.
Saul stepped on the soft and hard mushrooms onto the frozen Rhine Lake, while on the opposite side, the butler, Hope, drove up in a wolf cart.
“Welcome home, Lord Tower Master.”
Ann, who had stayed behind in the wizard’s tower in the distance, bounced high and waved excitedly. Next to her was the old hag, wearing a hood and unable to read her expression, leaning against the gate with her arms folded over her chest.
Because of the master’s return, the dead Witch Tower was revitalized.
Saul breathed a long sigh of relief.
Although he had lived here for less than a year, he had gradually felt at home.
After returning from the Survivor Ancient Forest, Saul worked with Camus to formally build the Magic Storage Pool, while handing over the job of cultivating termites to the housekeeper, Hope.
The old hag, who had nothing to do on weekdays except adapting her perfect body, volunteered to join the work of cultivating quicksand termites.
However, she is neither good at taking care of people nor ants. In order to prevent the old hag from continuing to hobble the termites, the housekeeper, Hope, assigns her some seemingly very important but actually fancy jobs.
And while Saul was building the magic storage pool, he also didn’t forget to perfect the spiritual body protection membrane for his several consciousness bodies.
Time passed, and soon another half a year passed.
The four seasons in the Land of the Lordless were clearly separated by region.
Lake Rhine went from cold to early winter, and patches of grayish-white mushroom forests already stood by the lake.
The mushroom forests were not as dense as the fences planted around the lake, but more like a forest of trees.
Under the huge mushroom trees, there are clusters of small mushrooms.
The white spores floated in the air and connected seamlessly with the white mist on Lake Rhine.
The weather was clear and the fog was a little lighter today.
After staying up all night last night, early in the morning, Saul carried a small stool made from dehydrated mushrooms and walked out onto the lake.
He easily made a small hole in the ice with his dagger, then took out a thin wooden pole and tied the small algae to it.
Casting the pole.
Into the water.
The “line” is gently bobbing in the water without a drift.
Saul leaned back, half squinting, waiting for the line to bite the fish.
During this period of time, every time Saul used his brain intensely, he would choose to relax in this way.
While waiting for Algae to bite up a soul popsicle, he would empty his brain, allowing himself to enter a state where he didn’t have to think.
Daze.
He wouldn’t mind if his promotion took a little longer if life could stay this peaceful.
But calm was meant to be broken.
While waiting, one of the outermost mushroom trees in the mushroom forest began to twist from side to side.
Then a second tree, and a third.
Like someone nudging the surface of the water, the fluctuations gradually spread out.
Someone’s coming.
Saul recovered from his state of letting go and looked sideways, the person was still sitting in the chair instead.
Two mushrooms near Lake Rhine fell down, revealing two figures.
Gaga Drum was carrying a larger traveling bag and was waving his hand excitedly at Sol.
And beside him stood an expressionless middle-aged man, the other’s face was covered with a metal mask, revealing eyes so ghostly green that they looked like ghostly fires in a graveyard.
Although magic was forbidden on the Rhine Lake, but the spiritual power was not affected, and Saul could perceive that this time Gaga Drum had brought a second-order sorcerer over.
The lake suddenly began to shake, and the black, vine-like tentacles contracted rapidly.
The small algae’s pointy head leapt out of the water with a human-shaped popsicle in its mouth.
The big fish had taken the bait.
Effort!
(End of chapter)