Chapter 505 - The Dream Whelk
Chapter 505: The Dream Whelk
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Angor came back and saw Keely diligently guarding his body.
“You done?”
“Yeah,” Angor mumbled as he tossed Yethew’s body on the ground before returning to his own body. “Thanks.”
Keely quietly walked away and returned to Luna. It seemed that the kitten wasn’t afraid of poison since it was still happily playing with Yethew’s bug.
Freud’s soul saw Yethew’s broken corpse, and suddenly, he began to laugh madly. He was still crying at the same time, but he was no longer crying tears of blood.
His bloodshot eyes slowly returned to normal while the black aura around him gradually disappeared as he enjoyed his sweet revenge.
It took him some time to calm down. After that, Freud bowed and thanked Angor, somewhat bashfully.
“Mister Conor, someone just took a soul away when it should be following our Guidance Light.”
Conor nodded and looked back at the water pool.
“It’s fine, just a common soul. Keep watching the Fountain of Souls and forget what just happened.”
“Understood, sir.”
…
Angor knew what Keely meant. There was no doubt that the Floating Mech City was collecting people’s souls.
He didn’t know what they planned by doing so, nor did he want to know. It probably wasn’t something he should meddle with.
After putting his curiosity behind, Angor picked up his Soul Floret.
Freud had turned into a miniature figure who was now sitting in the center of the blossom while enjoying the gentle aura released by the plant, which helped him heal his wounds caused by the forceful dragging earlier.
The Soul Floret was a leftover material that Angor used to craft his Prelude to Rebirth. It was used for stabilizing soul energy and had a secondary effect of keeping souls safe for a short period of time.
He didn’t have any other methods to keep Freud’s soul, so he needed to rely on the flower. This way, he could maintain Freud’s soul in an intact form for about half a month.
“You stay there for the moment. I’ll let you go once I get out of the garden.”
Freud sensed the remains of his concerns already gone. “Thank you, Mister Padt.”
“Don’t mention it. Equivalent exchange, remember?”
Angor said and walked to Yethew’s body next. He searched and managed to scavenge something from it—a one-use space capsule, a fine-looking bag, and a single Duon scale.
The capsule contained some basic healing items and necessities that didn’t draw much of his attention.
The bag was giving out energy ripples, which meant there should be an alchemy item inside.
Angor could see that whatever was in there was a product of synthesis. But without Narda’s Vision spell, he couldn’t tell the exact nature of it.
And he wasn’t going to open the bag recklessly. Yethew was obviously a bug-lover. Only the gods knew whether there were some sort of vicious biting imps in there.
“Do you know what this is?” Angor showed the bag to Freud. Since Freud was all covered up by the flower’s petals, Angor had to move the bag really close for Freud to see.
“It’s… a Magic Digger Sac, made from the nest of a certain insect called the Magic Digger Queen. But it can only help people to carry bugs. Yethew has a lot of bugs on him, either kept inside his body or on his skin. I don’t think there are many bugs in this sac, though.”
Freud also told him that one could use spirit feelers to check what was inside the sac. Angor tried and didn’t find a single bug. There were only the eggs of something he didn’t know.
After making sure the item wasn’t harmful, he asked Keely if she wanted to have it. Since Keely more or less helped with the battle, Angor guessed he should at least give her something.
But Keely wasn’t interested in bug stuff. She chose to pick some of Yethew’s healing potions instead. “I’ll take these. You can keep the… whatever that is.”
Angor nodded. Since he had prepared a lot of potions before coming here, he didn’t need extra potions.
After putting away his loot, he looked at the scale left by Yethew.