Chapter 715
Nightmare Flower was an extremely rare magical plant.
The bright red color of its petals and stalk often caused ignorant individuals to transplant it into their homes or gardens unknowingly. They would never have dreamt that they had invited a deadly flower of assassination into their home.
The Nightmare Flower could slowly absorb the Spirit of nearby lifeforms, inflicting mental fatigue upon the victims. If the victim were only an ordinary person, they would experience tremendous weariness as well as nightmare after nightmare. That was why the flower was known as the Nightmare Flower.
As the absorption of Spirit was a prolonged process implemented through a Spirit forcefield, most people wouldn’t even notice that it was the culprit. Consequently, those who lusted after the beauty of the Nightmare Flower and transplanted it into their gardens would always die of inexplicable mental failure.
Of course, such a low-level magical plant couldn’t possibly be of any harm to adepts. After all, their sensitive Spirits allowed them to sense the strange forcefield generated by the Nightmare Flower easily.
According to Billis’ understanding, Nightmare Flowers that had been feeding on human Spirits for ten years could be used to brew a special Keenthought Potion. This Keenthought Potion was a Second Grade potion even in the World of Adepts. It could continuously replenish an adept’s Spirit for half an hour.
The difficulty of his advancement would definitely become much lower if he could consume a Keenthought Potion during his attempt.
That was why Billis paused for a moment when he suddenly saw the ‘Flower of Misfortune’ listed on the inventory. He couldn’t help but extend his insect claw to pinch the parchment and demanded with a soft voice, “What does this Flower of Misfortune look like? Describe it to me.”
The guest took off his hood and revealed his head of long, blue hair. It shimmered with crackling electricity that, when paired with his handsome and sturdy face, gave an intimidating appearance.
It was the Third Grade Thunder Dragon Arms!
Arms was standing straight, and his amber eyes swept from side to side before he offered his praise, “You adepts are truly powerful casters that are famed across the multiverse. To think you could build such a mysterious and powerful magical structure even upon the land of a different world. No wonder you people could fend off the attacks of the natives and survive here.”
Greem didn’t know whether to cry or laugh at the dragon’s forced and awkward flattery.
“Lord Arms, we are already old partners. I will most definitely help with anything you need!”
In honesty, the Third Grade thunder dragon was bearing quite the considerable risk in disguising himself and visiting Greem in this manner.
Where was this?
This place was an adept’s tower guarded by a Fourth Grade witch!
Even with the Third Grade thunder dragon’s might, he would be captured alive within minutes if he was to catch the attention of that witch. That was why he would never have dared to take a single step into this tower if not for his faith in Greem.
Greem hadn’t done anything to him even when he was utterly sealed the last time. This time, they were in someone else’s tower. Greem wouldn’t be the greatest benefactor if he sold him out here. As such, Arms was confident that Greem would never sell him out in this place.
Still, as a Third Grade dragon, asking for help from a Second Grade adept was a request that was extremely hard to put into words!
“Er, did I heard that in two more weeks it would be the day you adepts open the planar door and return to the World of Adepts?” It was a simple sentence, but Arms practically butchered it with how much he was stuttering and mumbling.
That said, Greem still understood what he was trying to say.
“Indeed, the planar door will open in fourteen more days.” Greem looked at Arms with an expression of surprise, “Could it be that my Lord wants to follow us back to the World of Adepts?”
It was no wonder Greem was so shocked. The day of the planar door’s opening would also be the day the witches were their most alert. It didn’t matter how good Arms’ Transfiguration was; he would not be able to sneak across successfully. Moreover, the Third Grade thunder dragon had been forcefully summoned here from Lance through a contract summoning. All he needed to do to return was to borrow the power of the contract. Why would he need to use the World of Adepts as a transit point?
“Don’t worry, my Lord. If you wish to travel to Lance through our world, I might be able to come up with some ideas for you!”
“And if there are more people trying to travel the same way?”
“Oh?”
“Eleven dragons. Can you think of a way to help me bring them back to Lance?”
“Ah.”