Realizing this belatedly, Thanos was immediately enraged, and unconsciously let out a low growl.
However, no one cared whether he was angry or not. Even when he tried to argue, a wolf's paw came down from the sky and hit him squarely on the head.
The sound of his teeth snapping together was a sharp "click".
A bead of sweat trickled down Thanos's forehead.
Thank goodness he didn't speak, otherwise he would have bitten his tongue!
Thanos was overjoyed, but the next second, anger surged through him.
Who is it? Don't they know how dangerous this is?!
Just then, perhaps sensing Thanos's anger, the claws on his head gently scratched his head in a soothing manner.
A familiar feeling washed over him instantly, and Thanos purred contentedly.
A hint of a smile flashed in Fei'er's eyes. Sure enough, children all like this.
Taking advantage of Thanos's obsession with being masturbated, Fyl decisively used her claws on Thanos's head to force him to the ground.
Dust billowed up, and the comfortable, bubbly feeling was instantly replaced by pain.
Before Thanos could even let out a wail, he heard Fil's cold warning.
"You'd better behave and not say a word!"
Immediately, Fier tightened her claws slightly, the implication being very clear—stay put and don't get up!
Thanos: ......
Fine, fine, you're the boss, you're the one who calls the shots!
Although the Moonlight Silver Wolf cub, pinned to the ground, had submitted, it still stubbornly pouted and bared its teeth, silently displaying its ferocity.
Of course, that's all. He wouldn't dare do anything else. After all, who knows if he might accidentally anger Fei'er and get a thunderous attack?
So Thanos obediently lay on the ground, staring blankly at the dust stirred up by his own breath.
As for listening to them?
snort!
He doesn't want to hear it!
He won't listen to me no matter how much I beg him!
Thanos thought angrily to himself.
No one paid much attention to the incident caused by Thanos.
After all, the most important thing right now is to find out where Ruth will go.
“I observed them beforehand, and they were all wearing the same style of clothes, almost indistinguishable, and... there was also a …” Kaopu carefully chose his words as he spoke his guess, “This book, I don’t know if you’re familiar with it, is considered a rather precious book, not something that ordinary people would collect. Judging from what just happened, I’m guessing that Ruth is most likely in an academy.”
As the name suggests, "The Encyclopedia of Fairies" is an encyclopedia that collects all information about fairies, covering their age, habits, types, and so on.
Logically speaking, such a book should be considered very valuable, but that is also its drawback—it only covers the extremely weak and powerless race of fairies.
To put it bluntly, the little fairy's abilities are not even comparable to those of a normal adult. Therefore, although the books here that cover all of the little fairy's works are detailed and rare, they are not particularly valuable.
After all, who in their right mind would bother researching these things? If you have so much extra time, you'd be better off using it to improve your own abilities.
Therefore, such a book is neither enjoyable to read nor worth discarding; it's a real dilemma, which is why the reliable author uses the word "relatively precious."
Of course, this doesn't mean that something is truly useless and will be discarded by everyone.
At least some wealthy and powerful nobles used it as a way to show off to others, or colleges that prioritized education used it to broaden students' horizons.
However, based on everything we've seen so far, it's highly likely to lean towards the latter, so the guess given is also the latter.
"Academy?"
Old John murmured something, took over the topic, and after a moment's thought, his eyes showed approval.
"I agree with the reliable adult's guess! Ruth is probably in an academy. The uniform black cloaks and the large number of people, mostly young people, make it highly likely that it is an academy."
Old John wasn't just meddling in these things.
In terms of extensive knowledge and experience, excluding those with inherent flaws who are reliable, he and Ella should be considered among the most knowledgeable.
During the years he and Ella searched for their daughter, they traveled to many places in their quest for any news of her, encountering all sorts of people along the way: the poor, dressed in rags and starving, and the powerful, dressed in fine clothes and enjoying delicacies.
Of course, there were also many teenagers who wore the same style of clothing, chattering and making noise while walking around.
Generally speaking, those like this either belong to the same adventure group, the same family, or the same academy.
If we think about it this way, the answer should be one of the three. So why does he agree more with the more reliable guess?
The answer is simple.
Whether they are from the same adventure group or a group from the same family, although they may seem similar on the surface, there will still be some degree of hierarchy, unlike the pure hierarchy found in an academy.
Old John had seen many such cases. Even though adventure groups or families tried very hard to appear that everyone was the same, differences would always be inadvertently revealed in the smallest details.
Unlike the students from the academy, who all dressed similarly and whose behavior and mannerisms were almost identical, these students were completely different.
Moreover, according to reliable descriptions, those people were all wearing oversized black cloaks that could almost completely cover their bodies...
To be honest, upon hearing this description, Old John had a vague suspicion. Without further ado, the thought immediately popped into his head that those people must be magicians.
After all, only magicians would like to wear such trailing, cumbersome cloaks, while the adventurers that Old John often encountered preferred lightweight, simple, but more protective clothing.
Otherwise, if you encounter danger, you might be dragged to death by this trailing cloak before you even get killed by the enemy!
Old John pulled his slightly scattered thoughts back together and reorganized his ideas. "They're all young people, wearing black cloaks, and they're in a school. It can only be a magic academy!"
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