Chapter 344 Azshara, you are worse than a dog

Chapter 344 Azshara, you are worse than a dog

Continuing to move along the direction of the end of the sea, on a huge black reef protruding out of the sea, Cattleya was wrapping her hands around her knees, leaning her head on them, staring quietly into the distance.

Her eyes were full of confusion and reminiscence, probably recalling the beautiful life she had with Bernadette in the past.

Hastur just glanced at her twice and didn't choose to disturb her, so he just let her relax for a while.

When he is about to leave this illusory world, he will send her out.

Hastur continued along the end of the sea. He wanted to see if there was any limit to this illusory world.

As he kept moving forward, things in the distance were moving back, always keeping a certain distance from him.

Hastur just raised his hand to cut off the rules here, and his figure suddenly came to the end of this illusory world.

When he stepped onto the holy mountain that Mr. A worshiped devoutly, the giant hanging upside down on the cross stood on the top of the holy mountain. He began to wake up from silence, and a pair of eyes appeared in the shadow curtain behind him.

It was the true Creator who sensed the relevant changes and cast a watching gaze.

For a being at His level, it is easy to do this.

"Stars."

The true Creator's voice was not loud, but it stirred up a stormy sea, and the originally blue water turned into a black ocean in an instant.

"I thought you would wait until I set foot in your divine kingdom before you show up."

"You will not set foot in my kingdom of God."

"You can still tell if you look at it from a distance."

"Is this container easy to use?"

"Very good, do you want to take it back?"

After a while, the True Creator said: "This is the price paid in advance."

Hastur chuckled and said, "I didn't make any deal with you."

The True Creator said nothing more. He withdrew his gaze, and the holy mountain also disappeared.

"The price paid in advance is not enough."

Hastur whispered, turned and left here.

This illusory world has lost the value of exploration for him.

Passing by Cattleya on the way back, she finally put away her reminiscing expression and stood up, with a solemn look on her face, but did not speak.

She had too many questions she wanted to ask, but she was afraid of hearing words she shouldn't hear.

Sometimes exploring too much is not a good thing.

Hasta had no intention of chatting with her, and just said: "It's time to leave."

Cattleya nodded, and then was sent out of the illusion world.

She was dazed for a moment, then gradually returned to her former ability, and began to ask people to count the crew members on the Future.

Finally, she discovered that Frank, the culprit of this trouble, had not returned yet. She frowned slightly and glanced at the mysterious figure on the boat.

After hesitating for a while, he decided to go and find out in person.

"He is continuing to study mushrooms in the illusion world."

This was the last answer Cattleya asked, and her worries eased a little.

In the fantasy world, Frank is researching a mushroom that can explode automatically. It can be fried and fried on weekdays, and can be thrown out as a bomb when encountering enemies.

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Puning Port at night.

As more and more business guests come and go, every night, the entire port is illuminated with lights, turning it into a city that never sleeps.

It seemed to be even more lively and bright than the night in the capital Backlund.

However, as the number of people increases, various drunken conflicts continue to increase.

Especially every night, there is a little black cat walking through the eaves, roofs, and deep in the alleys, instigating fires.

Guests who have drunk a lot of alcohol will inevitably start fighting and causing trouble if they accidentally encounter them.

This caused the confinement room of the port security patrol to be overcrowded for a while.

In this regard, Hastur just asked the security patrol team to expand a few confinement rooms, and then turned a blind eye to the matter.

At around three o'clock in the night, a little black cat came back with a yawn, and landed lightly in front of the window sill. He raised his sleepy eyes and looked at the owner who was sleeping soundly in the room. He couldn't help but wave angrily. Little paws, and then return to their own nest to rest.

The next day, just after dawn, the dog was picked up from the den by its hard-hearted owner, who said that the best plan for the day is in the morning, and let it go out to exercise and lose weight.

After spending two weeks in this inhumane life, Azshara suddenly felt a comfortable and indescribable feeling in her body late one night.

This feeling had occurred before, and its owner told it that it was a sign of complete digestion of the potion.

Looking at the dim night, Azshara's little mind only thought for a second before deciding to go back to the den to sleep and tell her master tomorrow.

"Has the instigator potion been completely digested?"

The next day, Hastur urged Azshara to go out and stretch her muscles as usual, and Azshara informed her of the breaking news.

"Meow!"

Azshara raised her little head and looked at her master with a proud expression.

It instinctively thinks that this is a good thing, it can be praised, and at least it can eat a few more small dried fish.

Hasta sighed and said, "It's really not easy. It's been more than half a year."

"Meow?" Azshara had a puzzled expression on her face. Why was it different from what she thought?

"You spent more than half a year on a Sequence 8 potion. You can't even compare to a dog. How can you be so proud?"

Hastur said, and flicked Azshara's head.

If he hadn't been forcing her all this time, with Azshara's idle nature, it would take at least two months to completely digest the Instigator Potion.

This speed is already very slow, after all, Azshara knew the existence of the Acting Method as soon as she entered the Extraordinary World.

He and Sharon had taught her the key points of the Instigator Acting many times. Under normal circumstances, three months is the average level.

But Azshara took more than half a year, which shows that she is extremely lazy.

Azshara stared at her eyes in dissatisfaction. How could she not be better than a dog? How could those stupid guys compare with the noble and elegant one?

"Don't be unconvinced, that dog is indeed a little better than you in this aspect."

"Meow!" Azshara pouted in dissatisfaction, turned her head away, and didn't want to pay attention to her master.

Hastur smiled, held it in his arms, gently rubbed its little head, and then told it a little about Susie's glorious deeds.

Hearing that Susie, as a dog, actually likes to read, and reads a lot of books, Azshara was completely shocked!

An image unconsciously appeared in my mind. There was a dog lying under the bookshelf, wearing glasses and flipping through books, with wisdom and thoughtfulness flashing in his eyes from time to time.

"Meow?"

"Don't you believe it? When I return to Backlund, I will take you to see it. I hope that by then you can already speak Loenese proficiently."

"..."

Azshara was silent for a long time. Could this be the case with other people's children?

Soon, it began to get angry. It was just a dog, why did it study so hard?

So much so that it had become a poor student in the eyes of its owner.

"Since you have been working hard during this period, all the dried fish will be unlimited today. Remember, only today."

"Meow!"

Azshara's eyes lit up instantly, and without thinking about anything, she suddenly jumped from Hasta's arms to the ground, and then quickly rushed to the warehouse where the dried fish were stored.

"The next step is the witch. I wonder if Azshara will turn into a beautiful girl on the spot after taking the witch potion."

Hasta thought seriously for a while and decided to write a letter to Sharon to chat and share some relevant experiences.

Calculating the time, Sharon has arrived in the southern continent now.

As for the witch potion, he had already asked the Yellow Monk Organization to prepare extraordinary materials, and the only thing left was to mix them into potions.

The Yellow Monk Organization is very good at collecting things. When a bunch of winners go out to do things together, it is always easy to achieve their wishes.

At night, Hasta came to the study, and 008 couldn't wait to move his butt and jumped to Hasta with the pen case on his head.

"Be quiet first."

Hasta held an ordinary feather pen and tapped the pen case twice, and 008 was quiet.

Taking a blank paper, Hasta thought for a while before slowly writing.

It took half an hour to write this letter, blew the whistle, and summoned the spirit world messenger.

When the crack in the spirit world appeared in the study, 008 moved slightly to get closer to Hastur.

The little firebird Graygari poked her head out of the crack in the spirit world, chirped twice, and flew to Hastur's shoulder.

"Hey, you seem to have gained a lot of weight recently."

Hastur reached out and held Graygari on his shoulder in his palm. After observing carefully for a while, he finally determined that Graygari's condition was much better than before.

It should be the result of his recuperation in the spirit world during this period of time. In addition, the war in the southern continent continued, and the breath of death was the best nourishment for him.

"Chirp."

Graygari raised her head slightly, looking very proud, and seemed to be very satisfied with her current condition.

"Come, give this letter to Miss Sharon. She is currently in the southern continent. You should recognize her, right?"

Hastur stretched out his hand and gestured slightly to prevent Graygari from recognizing the wrong person.

Perhaps because of the mention of the southern continent, Graygari's eyes seemed to have more spirit. She nodded and flew back to the spirit world with the letter in her mouth.

008 started to become active again after hiding in the pencil case.

"I have a bad feeling about this." Hasta's expression gradually became serious.