Chapter 639: 98. Slime Species_2
Did she see herself in a prophecy, and was it some… unfavorable prediction?
Fisher’s demeanor faintly paled, then he calmly nodded his head, stood up, and turned to walk towards the door.
“Well, I originally intended to fulfill the duties you hired me for, but since you are so resistant, to avoid any misunderstandings, I will leave now… I was meddling too much, sorry.”
He pretended to be hurt by her words and was straightforwardly about to turn and leave, but Valentina behind him hesitated slightly, reaching out her hand gently towards Fisher, yet in the end, she didn’t manage to say anything—just watched helplessly as he walked towards the door.
Fisher deliberately slowed his pace, but he still hadn’t heard her call him back. Apparently, this young lady was even more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.
Just as he sighed and was about to leave and return another day, suddenly, a cheerful song that seemed to come from a distant place began to play in the quiet room. The volume of the song kept growing louder,
“Kexie Ning Kexie Ning Kexie Ning Kexie Ning Kexie Ning Kexie Ning!”
Fisher paused in his steps, feeling as if he had heard this song before. His excellent memory reminded him—it was in the wilderness of the South Continent, at the place where he had bought Rafael. There had once been a traveling circus, and the ringmaster seemed to be named Colin.
Colin outwardly was the ringmaster of a circus offering quality performances for guests from different places, but in reality, he was a smuggler providing illegal luxury goods to patrons from various countries.
And that circus was named…
The moment he made this connection, Fisher immediately turned to look behind him, only to see the walls of the room start to contract like soft balloons. As the walls rapidly shrank, the direction of gravity in the room gradually tilted, startling Valentina, who was sitting in the wheelchair. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel⸺fire.net
She clutched desperately at the arms of her wheelchair, trying to cling to the wheelchair as it began to tip backward, but fragile as she was, she lacked the strength for such an effort. Thus, she could only watch helplessly as she uncontrollably fell towards the back of the room. In her panic, she looked up at Fisher, who was moving farther away from her, and called out loudly for the first time.
What was this technique?
Magic Power illuminated Fisher’s hand from the Magic Circuit. His perception, enhanced by the Soul Completion Manual, failed to sense any magic power surging around him, which meant that whoever was acting had not used magic.
The room continued to tighten. Before that, Fisher had already dashed towards Valentina like lightning, grasping her tender, boneless hand. Her backward movement abruptly stopped, but the walls of the room had already contracted so small that they soon enveloped both of them.
“Eh, weren’t we just stealing Ice? Why did we end up bringing two people along?”
The pressure of the space kept building but did not cause any substantial harm to Fisher and Valentina. Fisher firmly protected Valentina beneath him, and soon he sharply sensed something talking above them.
He opened his eyes to find himself and Valentina in a very strange and vast space, surrounded by green material, resembling frozen matter that bound them and twinkled with moving golden brilliance, filling Valentina and Fisher’s field of vision enough for them not to be completely blind.
Fisher looked upward and saw that the space was hundreds of meters high and dozens of meters wide, furnished with various nondescript, cheap items. Only he, Valentina, and the piece of Ice were grouped together, as newcomers.
Valentina gasped softly, lifting her head to see Fisher still tightly holding her hand, which quickened her heartbeat somewhat, especially considering the prophecy she had just seen. But seeing his focused observation of their surroundings while protecting her, any discomfort she felt was cleverly mitigated. Thus, she strangely didn’t mention him holding her hand but instead also looked around and asked,
“Where is this? Why is it so strange, and there’s this odd smell of plants, and was someone just talking?”
“Yes, but whatever it is, it seems they were after this piece of Ice. We just incidentally became accessories… But I can’t discern what technique was used just now; could it be some kind of relic?”
He looked at the jelly-like walls beside them, worried about their corrosive nature, and prodded the walls with the Fluid Sword he held in his arms, only to find that despite their extreme softness, they couldn’t be cut—sharp as the Fluid Sword was, it would get repelled by the green material.
Just as Fisher and Valentina were examining their surroundings, right at that moment, Emhardt, who had been sleeping hazily in Fisher’s arms, suddenly popped out half a head. After he scanned the surroundings with half-closed eyes, he floated up, rather startled, and looked at Fisher… and at Valentina behind him, whose hand he was holding, and was speechlessly stunned, struggling to speak for quite a while before managing to say,