nucmednet Chapter 103 I am a pet
Chapter 103 I am a pet
Chapter 103 I am a pet
From day to night, the search only covered a quarter of Kren's area.
Areas with dense populations and large transient populations are like battlegrounds, and the anxiety of insufficient manpower always hangs over everyone's heads.
The guards trained by Pirion performed exceptionally well, earning high praise from the accompanying Senate envoy.
Exhausted and about to take her turn for rest, Suiyue looked around blankly and then looked up.
"Where's Pietro? Shouldn't he show up and make his presence known?"
Looking at the busy guards in the distance, Nan'an said calmly, "Showing himself would be too deliberate; the current level of deference is just right."
Suiyue was confused and didn't understand what Nan'an was saying.
In her mind, if you do well, you should raise your hand to let the nuns know, just like when she was a child in church, children who performed well always received praise and candy.
Suiyue felt her brain was slowing down, unable to think too much.
She had finished the small nuts she carried with her, and now she was so hungry that she felt dizzy and saw stars.
She habitually went into the kitchen of the governor's residence, only to find it completely devoid of any signs of cooking.
The stove was deserted, the cutting board was empty, and not a single drop of oil could be seen.
The servants in the mansion explained that the interim governor, Baron Batu, had dismissed the original chef and had not yet found a suitable replacement.
Noenbatu remained steadfast in his opposition to whatever Pirion thought was right.
Suiyue covered her face and sighed.
Since Pirion was no longer the consul, he can no longer freeload on food, drinks, or fruit.
She missed Pirion, who allowed her free rein in the kitchen and let her choose her own fast food.
Seeing Suiyue looking dejected, Huoya, who had just met up with Nan'an, handed her the fries he had just bought outside.
What's it like raising her?
"I've never raised a pet cow before, it's a very novel experience. In short, as long as she listens to people, it doesn't matter," Nan'an said. "With her intelligence, I'm really afraid she'll be fooled by some strange guy if she leaves me."
Suiyue, who was chewing on French fries, made a protesting sound, but because it was indistinct, the two of them laughed helplessly.
It really looks like a cow.
It's hard to imagine that both the Crow and the Moonbeam are members of the Evergreen Deer clan.
Sharing another bucket of salted potatoes with the crow, Nan'an exclaimed, "Your appetite is quite astonishing! A bucket of fries, a bucket of salted potatoes, and a small jar of honey?"
"A strange kind of living erosion." The Raven tidied its silver hair, which was still messy like a bird's nest after the battle. "During the fight, I was constantly eroded by hunger."
"Real hunger?"
The crow chewed the potato with gusto, too lazy to even peel it.
"During the fight, I had a strong urge to bite him. After the fight, I was extremely exhausted, which is consistent with the physiological response of strenuous exercise on an empty stomach."
Nan'an seemed to be deep in thought, with many possible directions for suspicion.
Is it caused by hunger?
Accelerating physical exertion?
Increase energy consumption?
Each one of them is very strange.
Its frontal defense is also quite formidable; attacks from the raven cannot penetrate it and must be bypassed to be effective.
It also has the effect of ignoring the illusion of the surrounding area, and the ability to see through and lock onto the wall with full power.
The most notable weakness, as identified, is a fear of high notes.
The raven had witnessed the fusion fragments fall into a frenzied state of living erosion, successfully disrupting the mind with noise countless times, and thought it was in a similar situation.
The results of actual combat changed his opinion—this live eclipse was afraid of high notes.
"Its threat is far greater than that of the mimic gods and demons," the bewitching raven said worriedly. "It devoured complete fragments of gods and demons without going completely mad, and managed to escape while still maintaining its sanity. Its affinity for the power of the Nightmare Gods far exceeds our imagination."
"The Crow can't beat it?"
Nan'an, feeling a headache coming on, pressed Suiyue's head into his arms and rubbed it vigorously.
"Wow, wow, wow, wow! What did I say wrong? I was just curious!"
The crow was amused: "Kids are just being straightforward, I don't mind."
"So, you really can't beat them?"
"It can be resolved, but at a cost. That underground waterway has a load-bearing structure, and there's a residential area above it. I don't want to affect innocent people," explained the crow. "Not being able to instantly kill the Living Eclipse does fit the definition of 'unable to defeat'—it's simply a matter of insufficient strength."
Nan'an grabbed Suiyue's large horn and activated the joystick mode.
They're really good at talking like humans, taking advantage of the fact that the crow is old and has a gentle temperament.
"When will you be able to be a quiet and beautiful young lady?"
"But I just wanted to say something—if I shut up, I wouldn't be myself," Suiyue protested. "Do you like quiet, pretty girls so much because they're bookworms?"
The crow couldn't help but chuckle.
These two's little skits are inherently humorous and comedic; a single glance is refreshing and instantly relieves eye strain.
"No wonder the nuns in the church wrote 'talkative and overly lively' in his personal file."
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They sound like the kind of people who would casually whisper to each other in class, disturb their classmates' studies, and happily daydream.
"Overly lively" is also a very apt description.
What child can leave the church and happily become a wild child, tirelessly hunting in the wild and baring their teeth at wild beasts and monsters?
"Whoa, why is Boss Crow looking at my file?!"
"You're a member of the Elu, so I need to understand your past," the Raven said calmly. "The file also records that when you were a child, you would fight with other children and grab their horns."
The boomerang I launched as a child has ended up hitting me as an adult.
Suiyue immediately felt that Nan'an's hands were full of power, and the pulling sensation became more and more obvious.
At first she wasn't used to it, but actually—she found it quite comfortable, like a massage.
He handed the bucket of salted potatoes to Suiyue and then got up.
"Get some rest, I'm going back to the Deep Cave to see Cat Meal."
Nan'an knew that the Crow wouldn't be leaving Kren anytime soon.
He couldn't sleep peacefully until he had brought the hidden living erosion to light.
Nan'an asked the servants at the governor's residence for an empty room to rest, and instructed them to report any news of gods or demons being discovered immediately.
As soon as he fell asleep, he fed the obtained fragments of gods and demons to the Rubik's Cube.
The barrier enveloping another "Nan'an" became visibly more transparent.
I am slowly freeing myself from the amber.
Suiyue couldn't see, but upon hearing the explanation, she couldn't help but mutter, "Could it be that we've already separated?"
Nan'an felt a headache coming on again.
Did this guy actually learn anything in the church's basic education?
The wording was so vivid, and there were so many points worth criticizing that Nan'an even had to think about it for a while.
"What do you mean by 'separated from the family'? What is our current relationship?"
Suiyue poked her chin with her finger, pondered for a moment, and then answered cheerfully.
"Pets and their owners."
"A pet?" Nan An laughed in exasperation. "Fine, then we're definitely family."
Suiyue said seriously, "Am I not a pet? You just said that."
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The misunderstanding was cleared up; it turned out she meant that she was the pet.
He suddenly realized that he had been too harsh on Suiyue.
The naive Niu Niu isn't very smart; her naturalness outweighs her cunning—although sometimes her naturalness is even more terrifying than her cunning.
Nan'an had nothing to say about his self-identification as a pet.
What else can we do?
In short, there is no option to abandon it, so of course it's meant to be kept for life.
They can't be free-range; they'll get ripped off if they go outside. They can only be kept at home.
Upon closer examination, Suiyue's logic is actually a closed loop.
What else can a pet be if not a member of the family?
Nan'an sighed, realizing he could now clearly understand Suiyue's meaning and the logic behind her daily behavior.
After surveying the church area and confirming once again that the contained church would not automatically spawn spirit erosion and demonic beings, and that it did not contain any "site magic," Nan An felt relieved.
If this space can be expanded in the future, using the church as a natural beacon would be very suitable.
The contained Divine and Demonic Recollection Chair maintains a state of high-speed rotation on a single leg, demonstrating astonishing stability and balance.
Another collectible is a group of flies that, while Suiyue, who was guarding her food, was away, collectively nestled on a sweet potato.
From a distance, it looks like a mud potato covered in black tumors.
Nan'an has a feeling that this place will become more lively in the future as the Rubik's Cube gradually awakens.
Just thinking about all those strange and wonderful things hidden inside my body—ugh!
"Ring ring ring~~~"
The urgent ringing of the bell startled Nan'an.
He is preparing to use the Recall Chair to reunite with everyone from Red Mouse.
The door opened, and the maid bowed slightly, explaining softly, "Mr. Nan'an, Ms. Suiyue, there is a letter for you."
"letter?"
Nan'an took the envelope with suspicion.
Neither of them knew many people in Nora, and they could usually communicate through the communication statue if they needed to exchange letters.
The sender is unknown; it appears that someone placed the package in the basket recently, with a note indicating that it must be opened by two people immediately.
After the maid left, Nan'an opened the letter, glanced at it, and immediately shook Suiyue awake.
The path leading to the underground prison of the governor's residence was familiar and dear to Suiyue.
"Hey, I was locked up here for almost half a month back then, and I was eating and drinking well here."
It's hard for ordinary people to understand what makes her so proud and happy.
The warden stopped the two from going any further, emphasizing that entering the prison area required authorization from the governor.
This is no problem for Nan'an.
"You recognize this logo, right?"
Following Nan'an's hand, the warden looked at the antler pattern on Suiyue's collar and was suddenly shocked.
"Erlu does the work."
"Can----"
"You followed the rules and prevented suspicious persons from showing up. We have already been stopped by you, and no one will blame you. Now it's time to acknowledge Ellu's authority."
The warden was torn between his inner turmoil and, in the end, forced a smile, reprimanded the guards blocking his way, and allowed Nan'an Suiyue to swagger through.
Most of the time, underground prisons are quiet and lonely.
The number of living erosion victims and those suspected of living erosion awaiting review is small, so there is no need for the specially built Windwort Grass Prison.
But as soon as Nan'an stepped into the prison area, he could hear the hushed chatter of Xianxian, which indicated that the place was overcrowded.
They pulled over a jailer, found out the location of the prison, and the two of them rushed to a single velvet grass cell that Suiyue was very familiar with.
"I used to live here."
“Stay? Fine, if you say stay, then stay.” Nan’an felt there was no need to dwell on Suiyue’s wording.
Cute little pets, just be tolerant.
Through the one-way transparent crystal wall, Nan'an saw Corella, covered in wounds and her prison uniform soaked in blood.
She huddled in the corner of the room, her body trembling slightly from time to time, her face, which was not covered, was deathly pale.
Her signature long black hair had been cut into a short style that barely reached her shoulders, and her bangs, which used to be above her eyebrows, had also been neatly trimmed.
Suiyue grabbed the jailer and demanded sharply, "When was she thrown in here?!"
"Midday, noon————"
"What's the reason?"
"I don't know—it sounds like it's related to gods and demons?"
Nan'an felt there was no need to interrogate the jailer; he had a better way.
He returned with a trembling warden.
By this time, the warden had resigned himself to his fate, and when faced with the request to "open the cell door," he adopted a nonchalant attitude, as if saying whatever the warden said was acceptable.
The moment the cell door was pushed open, Coralina also raised her eyelids.
Exhausted and in pain, she barely managed to fall asleep, but everything around her seemed blurry.
The moment she saw who it was, she suddenly felt strength in her hands and stood up straight, supporting herself against the wall.
"Old man—"
Nanan glimpsed that the small cubicles where prisoners slept were locked, which explained why Corella had to curl up in a corner to sleep.
There wasn't even a soft blanket here; the damp, cold air seeped right into your bones.
"What exactly is going on?"
Clara instinctively reached for her hair, but when she touched the back of her head, she embarrassingly realized that her hair wasn't moving anymore.
She gave a forced smile, but her lips trembled uncontrollably.
"They say I colluded with the Living Eclipse, swam into the Black Mist, and am connected to the infiltration of gods and demons—"
Who are they?
"Members of the Bamboo Moon Witch Society."
The string that had been holding me back suddenly snapped, and a surge of turbid air erupted like a volcano.
A last shred of reason compelled Nan'an to ask: "What is their basis?"
"I've done business with the black market and smugglers in Kren—but as you know, I just want to know about the Living Corpse, God and Demon Fragments, and the Demon Suppression Dust."
Nan'an asked curiously, "What do you need the Demon-Suppressing Dust for?"
"Didn't you want it?" Coralina retorted. "You've always been short of it—I told you I'd help you get it on the black market."
Seeing that Nan'an remained silent, Clara sat down uncomfortably and aggrievedly, and pleaded.
"It has nothing to do with you, I did it myself, Lao Dong—Nan'an, our family only has a small fiefdom left—I don't care, but my family can't be homeless."
"You mean, they want your fiefdom?"
"Intuitively—it seems so."
Nan An's fingers clicked as he walked out of the cell door, grabbed the warden by the collar, and threw him inside.
Is cutting hair part of the interrogation process?
"This—this wasn't done by us."
"So, it was a clever idea from the Bamboo Moon Witch Society?"
"I don't know anything."
Nan'an then asked, "Is it in accordance with regulations to directly impose criminal penalties on suspects who have not yet been convicted?"
"Don't ask me anymore—that's how it was when they arrived. We're just here to keep an eye on them."
Having finished asking the questions, Nan'an politely straightened the warden's collar: "This is my friend. She's staying with you temporarily. Before I return, if anyone wants to see her or touch her, you must obediently tell them that Erlu has taken over everything, understand?"
"But what about—Your Excellency, what about the elders of the Senate?"
"They have no right to interfere in El Deer's affairs."
Coralina's eyes were slightly red, but she still stubbornly retorted, "So the old man never intended to cut me off after all."
"If you want me to be that kind of person, fine," Nan An took a deep breath. "However, I'm going to do some tough work now, so please be patient."