Chapter 529, Section 528: A Pathetic Plaything
"Like this, gently wrap your arm around the bottom edge of the mushroom cap; you don't need to use too much force to support it steadily."
"is that so?"
"That's right! Next, gently pinch this area with your fingers..."
Sword Saint Puji tried to struggle, but it was facing the experienced Inanna.
All resistance was in vain, as four nimble hands explored and kneaded its plump mushroom body.
Not far away, Number One silently watched this scene and quietly asked via the mushroom network, "I heard that Little Fourteen lost quite a few belongings before?"
Number Four Dot Mushroom Hat counted on its tentacles: "An S-grade magic crystal, a knight's body, and two particularly cool swords... all fell into the Scarecrow Abyss."
"No wonder the fungus master is like this!" Number One patted Number Four's mushroom cap with its tentacle, speaking earnestly, "Number Four, we have to work hard. If we don't, we'll end up like Little Fourteen, reduced to pathetic playthings."
After saying that, it turned around and prepared to leave.
Number Four didn't respond immediately; it tilted its mushroom cap, looking somewhat confused.
Is it "pathetic"?
But when Pinky hugs and kneads it, it feels really comfortable... That's its favorite thing besides the Battle of Glory.
But since that's what you said, then it's probably true.
It lifted its short legs to follow, but then Inanna called out from behind, "Number Four, come help me, okay?"
Looking at Inanna's outstretched arms, Number Four hesitated for a moment, then trotted over and became yet another "pathetic plaything".
Inanna held it in her arms as a demonstration prop, teaching Galadriel how to properly pet a poop.
Galadriel didn't feel any particular fondness for Puji, just like the soft and docile number four in Inanna's arms right now, which didn't particularly move her.
But the one named Fourteen was different. Looking at its restrained yet helpless, slightly resistant expression, Galadriel felt a strange sense of satisfaction...
"Can I take it with me for a day?" she suddenly asked.
"Well... we'll have to ask it if it wants to." Since Galadriel wasn't on the fungal network, Inanna asked on its behalf.
"How is this possible..."
"sure!"
Before the Sword Saint could finish speaking, Lin Jun agreed on his behalf.
"Is this ever going to end?!" The Sword Saint was furious. He was the Sword Saint, not someone's plaything!
She tried to forcefully break free, since Galadriel wouldn't get hurt over something like this anyway.
However, a heartbroken sigh followed from within the mushroom net: "Alas, how could you be so selfish?"
Selfish? Me?
“Exactly. This is the perfect opportunity to leave a good impression on the acting Elf King for the sake of Puji and the Mushroom Clan. Yet you only care about your own feelings and are unwilling to make even this small ‘sacrifice’.”
"I……"
“Last time, you lost a set of precious equipment, did I ever say a word of reproach? This time I have prepared an even better set for you, all of which are the things that Puji has saved up by scrimping and saving! We Puji treat you with sincerity, but we never expected that... you would not care about Puji's future at all.”
"..."
"So be it, so be it. In the end, I gave my heart to the wrong person. Sword Saint, please do as you see fit..."
Under Lin Jun's skillful moral blackmail, the Sword Saint suffered a morally wronged situation.
As Lin Jun's voice faded from the mushroom web, Sword Saint Puji also fell silent. But when Galadriel tentatively picked him up again, the round mushroom body finally stopped struggling.
Although he knew that the mushroom master was trying to provoke him, he couldn't deny that he was indeed in the wrong!
Galadriel didn't hear the private conversation; she just felt that she had finally gotten the hang of this puzzling mycelium.
Professor Inanna's method worked as expected; she truly deserves to be called a master of understanding Puji's habits.
...
That night.
[Spiritual Guidance]
In a blur, Galadriel saw the Sword Saint's departing figure.
She was instantly furious: "Elvin Slaine! Are you trying to run away again?!"
"I'm sorry, I can't come back."
"Why? Because of the war?" Galadriel seemed to see a battlefield of corpses and bloodshed behind the Sword Saint.
"because……"
The Sword Saint's figure began to tremble violently, the trembling becoming more and more intense, until finally, with a "whoosh," it turned into a small lump!
"Because I'm already a poop..."
Galadriel stood frozen in place, one hand still in a gesture of pleading, watching the figure carrying four swords stand there, the image growing increasingly blurry...
In her bedroom, which no outsider could possibly enter, Galadriel suddenly woke up with a start, involuntarily shivering.
Looking at Puji curled up in a ball at the foot of the bed, she finally understood why she cared so much about this Fourteenth.
This guy, carrying a sword, with that arrogant air about him, looks more and more like that dead man, Elwayne!
Of course, she wouldn't take her dreams seriously.
She did miss Elwayne quite a bit, but it wasn't to the point of being lovesick or losing her mind.
She gently touched the pooji ball.
But... it wouldn't be bad to keep this Puji by my side!
...
"What did you do?" the Sword Saint asked warily from within the fungal web.
"I didn't do anything, I just let her have a sweet dream~"
...
...
...
This swordsman seems to have some misunderstandings about himself.
He clearly believed that everything he did was for the sake of Puji's future, and there was no personal vendetta involved.
The mission was expected to be delayed for several more days, so Lin Jun temporarily shifted her attention elsewhere.
In Norwich, the Silverthorn Squad now lives in a small, relatively remote but reasonably nice house.
Although Redstone City was destroyed, it was due to force majeure, and an entire army of pigmen was also buried with it.
Therefore, instead of punishing them after the war, they were recognized and compensated.
Of course, now that all resources have been mobilized to build new defenses, compensation for certain nobles or local rulers like them can only be recorded for the time being and will be paid out later.
Fortunately, the few who had experience as adventurers knew the importance of having multiple burrows, and they didn't put all their wealth in Redstone City.
Although Redstone City was gone, and they suffered huge losses, they still lived quite well, even better than many nobles who lost their territories and fled.
Right now, what's really giving the team a headache isn't money, but the mage Ivan in their group.
Ever since he inserted an S-grade magic crystal into his ancient equipment and temporarily created a teleportation array to save everyone's lives, he has been in a coma and has not woken up yet.
The other three also tried various methods through different channels, but none of them were effective.
Just recently, two scholars from the Heritage Association were invited to come and take a look.
After examining the case, the scholars diagnosed it as a rare condition called "hyperpsychosis," but then told them that there was no precedent for the patient regaining consciousness in this situation.
According to them, Ivan is alive today because they took good care of him and fed him various psychiatric drugs every day.
But this is just a delay. In at most another month, Ivan will suffer brain death due to prolonged overwork of his brain.
This result was hard for the other three to accept.
Ivan became like this because he saved them. If he had died on the spot, it would have been fine; they would just remember him from time to time. That's the kind of awareness an adventurer should have.
But as things stand now, it seems there's hope, but in reality, there's no way to turn things around. It's just too agonizing.
The group sat in the courtyard, all looking rather dejected.
“I’m going to Ishildorin; perhaps there’s some special potion there that will work,” Night Owl suddenly said.
Captain Nova poured cold water on her enthusiasm: "As far as I know, it's quite a complicated process for elves who have been away for a long time to return. Add to that the travel time, and there's simply no time. You don't actually think you can sneak into the Elf Forest using shadows, do you? And even if you did get there, you probably wouldn't have that kind of medicine..."
Night Owl was getting frantic: "What should we do? Are we just going to wait here to collect his corpse? Even though that magic-addicted idiot probably didn't have many years left to live anyway, if he dies like this, won't I feel guilty for hundreds of years?"
"Sigh..." Nova sighed helplessly.
The half-dragon, Gal, slumped in his chair, staring at the sky from beginning to end without uttering a word.
They have done their best.
No one noticed that a little creature quietly crawled out from under Ivan's bed in the room.
(End of this chapter)
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