What Should I Do After Picking Up the "Dragon Proud Sky" Protagonist as a Pet? (Transmigration) - Chapter 26.1

The magic hound bared its fangs, sniffing the air as it tracked the lingering scent. These creatures were common patrollers in the mining area, used to hunt down escaped miners. Once the hound caught a trace, its fangs would tear the miner’s body and flesh to pieces. The sole purpose of using such hounds to hunt prey was to ensure that the target had completely lost the ability to resist before the guards even arrived.

Using such security to patrol the mine proved that the Emerald Lord never intended for any miner to have a chance at escape, and in reality, that was indeed the case.

The location of this mineral vein was far too unique.

It sat on the edge of the border between the Southern and Northern Territories. It seemed like a dangerous place where one could cross the mountains and enter an uninhabited zone, traversing the boundary to flee the mine. From an aerial view, the left side of the Emerald mining area was a border wasteland surrounded by mountains, with magical beasts and hidden threats lurking and eyeing the area like tigers. The right side was blocked by a river. The mineral vein of the Emerald mine was like a jade piece lying on the ground, surrounded by streams and slopes, radiating a dazzling luster. Yet, when the miners stood on the vein, living lives worse than dogs, whipped by guards even while catching their breath, the moment they looked up at the sky, they could see a patch of snowy peaks in the Northern Territory covered in frigid ice.

As long as they crossed the border, the Emerald Lord dared not go any deeper; he was avoiding something. While the threat of magical beasts and wild animals along the way was terrifying, the scent of freedom tempted the miners to flee. In just half a month, the number of missing miners had reached double digits, and some did not even leave behind a lingering corpse.

Under these circumstances, after Su Feng and Murphy crossed the barrier between the two realms and arrived at the Emerald mine in an unheard of manner, the man looked at these two strange figures and could not help but fall into deep thought. The Emerald Lord was a mean-spirited noble with blonde hair and a mustache. His love for property and money meant he firmly held onto all the magic ore produced in the Emerald mine, wishing he could squeeze oil out of the miners and extract marrow from their bones.

He picked up a glass of red wine, sniffing its charming fragrance. Was this the mellow aroma of wine? No, it was the taste of money.

“Those two people have already killed 49 guards and 21 magic hounds, including a high-level swordsman. How do you intend to deal with them?” The man sitting next to the Emerald Lord pulled out a cigar and lit it. He had two hideous scars on his face, and his eyes were as fierce as a wolf’s. While they were chatting, another servant sent to hunt down Su Feng and Murphy had died, but this time, the situation was very special. Unlike previous times where no survivors were left, one guard had actually crawled back with a broken leg.

The Emerald Lord took a sip of red wine, tasting it in his mouth and breathing out comfortably. “Truly good wine. You know, Xilang, the high priest of the Everdark God Cult brews wine in a unique way. The wine brewed that way carries a fragrance that nourishes the soul. I once tasted a drop, and that thing can lead you to feel the ultimate bliss you could imagine.”

While swirling his wine glass, he chatted with the man beside him about how the Everdark God Cult extracted mellow spirit-liquor from the souls of their prey. Xilang was the Saint-tier powerhouse hired by the Emerald Lord. Seeing the Emerald Lord talk with such enthusiasm, Xilang also reached out his large hand marked with dark patterns to pick up the red wine glass, glanced at it suspiciously, and then drank it down without hesitation.

“Pah! What the hell is this?” Xilang looked and was immediately amused by anger; the Emerald Lord had stuffed his wine glass with low-quality, watered-down red wine.

“You just gave me this to drink?” Xilang looked at the Emerald Lord.

The Emerald Lord frowned and said, “I remember I have already paid your commission.”

The degree of this guy’s stinginess made even a Saint-tier powerhouse pause. A moment later, Xilang fell into a silence as if he were speechless. The Emerald Lord said, “Do you know? The Bishop seems to need a new artifact. If the stone egg produced in the Emerald mineral vein can hatch a sufficiently precious artifact, then perhaps we could. Wait, what are you doing?”

Xilang pulled the cigar from his mouth and decisively snatched the red wine in front of the Emerald Lord. He sniffed it with his nose, and a strange fragrance rippled in his mind, making his heavy soul feel slightly relieved, further giving birth to a trace of craving. It was the scent of soul-aged liquor. Xilang drank the bottle without hesitation. The Emerald Lord’s hand trembled: “You, you drank my entire bottle of soul liquor, you bastard!”

While he was almost suffocated by anger, he watched Xilang finish the spirit liquor heroically, throw the empty bottle, and take another deep puff of his cigar. He said to the doorway, “Bring that guard who escaped back to the mine here.”

The air was full of smoke puffed out by Xilang. The Emerald Lord coughed while putting away the crystal wine bottle. Xilang’s deep voice came, “So, you have connections with the Bishop?”

“How is that possible? People who want to see the Cardinal of the Everdark Shrine can line up to the Northern Territory. How could a nobody like me have the qualifications to have an audience with him?” The Emerald Lord smiled craftily.

Xilang looked at him deeply. The guard limped over. It was unknown how long he had been standing outside the door. He heard the conversation from the room. The door opened in front of him. A strong man with blonde hair tied behind his head, sitting on the sofa like a male lion, was smoking a cigar, while the Emerald Lord sat in the main seat. He looked at the poor state of the guard and could not help but marvel: “Truly pitiful. Your wounds have not healed yet; that will not do.”

The guard lowered his head to greet the Emerald Lord’s gaze and said, “Even if I am injured, I can continue working at the mine.”

“Is that really okay?” the Lord said. “Do you want to rest for a while first?”

“I am fine.” The guard blocked his broken leg behind the table. He seemed to fear Xilang, keeping his head down and not daring to look at him. The Lord remarked, “Truly a competent employee. Since that is the case, then you continue to execute your mission later; it can be considered making up for the losses you caused before.”

After some mundane conversation, the Lord asked, “What are the things that walked around my mine unscrupulously and caused me to lose a lot of manpower?”

In fact, the Emerald Lord had doubts in his heart. He needed someone to interpret them for him, but no matter who was sent out, they seemed to be easily dealt with, which made the Emerald Lord hesitate. Compared to money, he loved his own life more.

He worried that Su Feng and Murphy were not anyone else, but assassins and moles sent by competitors eyeing the Emerald mine, and they might have even been lurking in his mine for a long time, knowing his deepest secrets. That would not do. The Emerald Lord pondered in his heart. Should he just call back all the guards and use long-range heavy magic weapons to snipe them?

Sending guards out one by one to die? Impossible. Such assassins could not be interrogated for anything. The Emerald mine was too important; he could not let them leave alive.

Large mines like this basically purchased heavy magic weapons used to snipe large magic beasts. They were long-range weapons that could blow up half a mountain peak by consuming extremely pure ore. The only reason the Emerald Lord did not use it was one word: expensive.

As for letting Xilang go? That would not do. What if their purpose was this?

The more the Emerald Lord thought, the more uneasy he felt. He could not help but stroke the key to his vault. People with guilty consciences usually had such small actions. The Emerald Lord interrogated, “So, do you know their location now?”

“The guards have surrounded the West Peak; they are trapped there.” The guard coughed and continued, “They are of unknown origin and identity, having killed many of my colleagues. What is more dangerous is the black mage with black hair and purple eyes, and the person beside him has a great background.”

“Oh? What background?” Xilang asked.

The guard hesitated for a moment. He took out an apothecary bottle from his bosom. As the residual liquid in the bottle rippled slightly, a faint starlight refracted from it. This was a star pattern that could only be produced when a potion was pure to the extreme, and such a star pattern usually only meant one thing: the symbol of a perfect potion.

Xilang’s pupils contracted slightly, and the Emerald Lord was even more excited, but he soon calmed down: “What do you mean by this?”

“When we arrived there, the alchemist was refining a healing potion. This is the bottle I picked up.” The guard said, taking out several other apothecary bottles from his bosom. One, two; all the potions reflected a faint starlight under the reflection of the light, as if sealing a nebula, shining and brilliant.

Nothing was more pleasant than the star patterns in a potion. The Emerald Lord even sighed from the bottom of his heart. A heavy sound came, but it was Xilang standing up directly and walking toward the guard. After snatching the apothecary bottle in the other’s hand, he lowered his head to look at the star patterns inside and sniffed the smell: it was the purest and most perfect healing potion.

And such an incredibly pure potion was something he had only obtained once by chance, even for him. That taste made Xilang unable to forget it even now. If soul liquor was a fine wine that intoxicated the soul; then a perfect potion pure to the extreme was the best medicine for cleansing the body. No matter what type of potion, even the most ordinary low-tier perfect potion, after drinking it, would bring a small enhancement to the drinker’s body.

And a perfect potion like this had to come from the hand of the most talented and powerful alchemist. The star patterns above had almost condensed into substance.

Then, the guard told them.

In the process of hunting down those two people of unknown origin, those two fugitives were drinking pure potions as water while being hunted.

Xilang’s cheeks twitched fiercely. His hands sank, but it was the Emerald Lord’s big face that leaned in. The man scrutinized the potion with extremely picky eyes, and after confirming its quality, he suddenly changed his indifferent attitude, lowered his head, and fiercely kissed the apothecary bottle.

“My God, my God! What a miracle this is!” the Emerald Lord said, “What is this? This is simply endless wealth, a walking mineral vein, an alchemist who can make perfect potions!”

The Emerald Lord was almost going crazy. He danced with joy, sat back in the main seat happily, put bottles of potions together, and after confirming that they came from the same person, the man suppressed the hearty laughter that was about to burst from his throat. If this was true, then that alchemist was no different from a walking cash cow.

“Is this really something you witnessed with your own eyes, watching the alchemist make it?”

Xilang took a deep breath of his cigar, and thick white smoke puffed out of his mouth. The guard shivered. He lowered his head and said, “I only took a look from afar. I am sure, I am sure.”

Looking at his appearance, Xilang saw that he was not lying to them, but perhaps he had not witnessed that scene with his own eyes and just picked up these magic potions. The man believed his judgment even more. The Emerald Lord on the side was even happier, almost jumping for joy. All the long-range magic weapons were put aside by him. He could not let them go, nor could he kill that precious alchemist.

“Where is that alchemist?” The Emerald Lord rubbed his hands and said, “I want to see him.”

As for the other black mage? The Emerald Lord paused. The black mage was to be killed directly, the alchemist brought back to the City Lord’s Mansion to be well treated. If there were other accomplices, they were to be killed together. The Emerald Lord stroked his chin, nodded, and was very satisfied with his plan.

“Xilang, you heard it, this is a big business.” The Emerald Lord looked at Xilang. The moment the Saint-tier powerhouse took a step, the entire ground seemed to shake for a moment. Xilang walked in front of the guard and said to him, “Lead the way.”

The guard lowered his head and nodded. He walked in the front, and a faint purple light flashed through his eyes covered by his hair.

Su Feng sat in the dark forest and took out dry rations from his storage ring to chew. The food in the storage ring could not keep fresh. Although a martial artist did not need to eat in a short time, fighting would still consume their magic power. Su Feng had been hiding with Murphy for the past two days, either killing people or on the way to killing people. Those magic beasts followed their butts as if they had dog noses. No, weren’t they dogs.

Su Feng threw the remaining dry rations in his hand into the fire angrily. There was nothing in this damn place; there were only mine guards chasing them and magic beasts running out of the mountains. Su Feng and Murphy had just almost been swallowed by a magic beast resembling a giant python, but Murphy naturally could not let a giant python crawl in front of Su Feng. He rushed up with a stride. The moment the disaster power captured the giant python beast soul, Su Feng took this opportunity to chop off the giant python’s head with a knife.

Those annoying guards and eagles finally stopped for a while. Murphy simply grabbed the giant python and went to the river to skin it.

He was going to make dinner for Su Feng.

Fire and smoke would attract the attention of creatures. Su Feng and Murphy both knew this, but neither of them cared at the moment. Being found was only a matter of time. For some reason, Su Feng suspected that the Emerald Lord would not send guards to chase them continuously. After a Sword Master was killed by Su Feng and Murphy, the intensity of the pursuit decreased. Su Feng already realized that the next wave of enemies would definitely be more violent.

So, it was better to have a full meal now.

Su Feng sighed. Murphy came back with a piece of python meat. Under Su Feng’s gaze, Murphy miraculously took out a large pot from the storage ring and, under Su Feng’s astonished gaze, took out a series of seasonings. The snow-white python meat was cut into small pieces and put into the pot. Su Feng thought it was over, but Murphy looked at him and took out another handful of dry ingredients from his pocket.

The thick fragrance wafted out. Su Feng looked at this pot, as well as the exquisite small bowl and dinner plate in front of him. He could not help but poke Murphy’s pocket with a small stick: he suspected that this fat moth had stolen Doraemon’s treasure bag.

Murphy looked at this scene blankly. He pinched the thin stick with his fingers and said to Su Feng, “What are you doing?”

Su Feng said, “Seeing if you are Doraemon.”

Murphy: “What is Doraemon?”

“A kind of… wishing machine that can give you anything you can fulfill your wishes.” This statement made Murphy thoughtful. After thinking for a moment, Murphy said, “Is it some kind of deity with miracle power?”

Su Feng could not help but laugh. He said, “No, I mean the treasure bag. Why on earth are you carrying so many strange things on your body?”

Murphy said, “The butler warned me.”

Su Feng: “I don’t think the butler would teach you this.”

Murphy said, “But I am very studious.”

Su Feng looked at Murphy. He did not believe that “Dragon Proud Heaven” was a pragmatist who would stuff pots and pans in his pocket. For a period of time, Su Feng even felt that Murphy’s storage ring should be filled with rotten corpses or experimental items. The scene in front of him broke his inherent cognition, making Su Feng curious: was this Murphy’s anticipation, or was he just used to dealing with various extreme situations?

In the large pot, the snow-white python meat rose and fell in the boiling water, and soon a pot of soup was cooked. The only advantage of this world was that all the ingredients carried an aroma that made one’s index finger move. Clean, delicious, and pollution-free, but compared to the delicacies Su Feng enjoyed in Blackthorn City, it finally revealed a trace of roughness.

Murphy’s eyes reflected the flickering firelight. “Dragon Proud Heaven” seemed to have been thinking about something just now. Even in such a harsh environment, Murphy looked very calm. Su Feng scooped up a piece of python meat and took a bite. Murphy’s craft was actually quite good. The man drank a mouthful of soup, and the fatigue accumulated in his brows over the past two days finally dissipated a little. At this moment, Murphy suddenly spoke:

“Do you still want to go back to Blackthorn City?”

Su Feng’s movements paused. He said, “That is my home.”

Even if the hometown he forever missed in his heart was in another world, this secret was something he could never tell anyone, not even the system’s business, he would not tell anyone. And in this world, Blackthorn City was the place where he had lived for more than 20 years. Even if his cheap father was a bastard and his “mother” who had disappeared for more than 20 years was a… man, that was his home now. He enjoyed status, position, and responsibility there and was respected by others.

If they were still in Blackthorn City, the food Su Feng ate should be delicacies carefully prepared by the back kitchen. At this moment, he should be in the laboratory finishing the remaining potion books and preparing new secret recipes, but now, he could only sit in the mountain gully of the wild wilderness and flee for his life with a big fat moth. After being hunted for a day or two, he finally found a chance to light a fire to make dinner and eat mushrooms in the pot.

Although Su Feng was not afraid of trouble and knew that this world was very dangerous, the current development had disrupted all his plans. He wanted to calm down first.

Murphy’s purple eyes reflected Su Feng’s appearance. The black-haired man was handsome. He was originally a pampered noble in Blackthorn City, but at this time, he was abducted to the Eternal Dark Continent. His clothes were a little dirty, and he was lowering his head to eat the prey he had just captured, his expression cold.

Murphy’s eyes flickered. He knew that Su Feng was not satisfied, and he also thought that he had not taken good care of the other party. Even though he had already awakened his bloodline and possessed more powerful strength, Su Feng was still his nominal master and also his possession.

He thought he should take good care of Su Feng.

Since Su Feng was a powerful alchemist, he should also make Su Feng stay by his side willingly. Su Feng should enjoy better treatment and life, eat delicious food and offerings, make bottles of perfect potions in the laboratory, and get what he wanted without opening his mouth.

But he could not even give him a perfect laboratory.

In this way, how could Su Feng continue to follow him? Murphy thought, he could not let Su Feng run away.

He had to provide Su Feng with a life more luxurious and superior than that in Blackthorn City so that this alchemist would stay by his side. Murphy had already realized the value of Su Feng. People like him could not be without those with ulterior motives who coveted his ability. If Su Feng left him, he might be torn apart by those villainous people.

Murphy certainly knew he was not a good person, but he thought, I am the greatest villain. It is safest for him to stay by my side.

Such thoughts, such emotions repeated in Murphy’s mind. For the past two days, looking at Su Feng’s haggard appearance, Murphy’s emotions seemed to be stimulated by some dark gloom and became anxious. However, from the surface, he still looked very calm, just that after learning about the situation of the Emerald mine from the guard’s mouth, as well as the fact that the Saint-tier powerhouse beside the Emerald Lord had suffered damage at the soul level many years ago and had not yet improved, Murphy’s eyes flashed slightly, and an incomparably bold plan and ambition suddenly emerged in his heart.

Su Feng was chewing mushrooms in his mouth. He wiped his face. Bloodstains from the enemy remained on his fair cheeks. Su Feng really wanted to rush into a huge swimming pool to churn as much as he wanted and take a thorough, comfortable hot bath, but he could only suppress this urge for now, and his anger toward Murphy was slowly increasing.

Murphy suddenly spoke: “Sorry, I let you leave your exquisite life and could only drift here with me.”

After the running around in the past two days, this sentence appeared to have a trace of humanity, even like a kind of comfort. The resentment in Su Feng’s heart dissipated a little. In the relationship between people, someone always has to bow first, just that Su Feng did not expect Murphy’s attitude to be so sincere.

Through the firelight, Murphy’s purple eyes even revealed a trace of water-like gentleness. He smiled, his tone full of sighs: “An Eldest Young Master like you, perhaps since birth, has never suffered such hardships.”

Su Feng thought, you are overthinking. He was just an ordinary high school student in his previous life, and he did not suddenly become delicate after being reincarnated as a noble. But this matter was indeed Murphy’s fault. Su Feng said, “I am not that delicate, but this matter is indeed your problem.” Su Feng looked at him suspiciously: “Do you really not know what happened? And no way to go back?”

Murphy nodded helplessly. He said, “After reading the Magic Canon with you, I felt some changes in the disaster power in my body. My realm broke through, and I became a Magic Master.” Murphy seemed to have a headache, recalling the situation at the time: “I just… fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, I found that I appeared in this place, and you followed me here.”

Woc, “Dragon Proud Heaven’s” advancement speed is too ridiculous. Just because he read a few magic canons, he was promoted to a Magic Master.

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