Chapter 668: Chapter 369: No Wonder They are So Rich_3
Well, okay, there’s no need to research so much. The fact that these snake lice feed on grain is enough to seal their fate.
“Yes, kill them off, let’s go, we’re going to kill some snake lice. Gargul set up a base deep in the marsh and used eggs to breed these creatures. He’s even hired some swordsmen, and used corrupt methods to forcefully enhance their power. We’ll go and destroy that place first,” Negris said excitedly.
As soon as he turned around, Misha, waiting anxiously in the distance, quickly stood up: “Lord Summoner, take me with you! Please, take me, Misha.”
Ange and the others didn’t include her in their meeting, so she had no idea what they were discussing. It was Negris’ loud declaration about destroying the enemy base that caught her attention. How could she miss out on such a great opportunity?
“What did you call me?” Negris asked, puzzled.
“Lord Summoner,” Misha replied, “You can summon the Dragon God. You’re a powerful summoner. Isn’t that right?”
When she mentioned the summoning of the Dragon God, all the others shot ‘caring’ glances at her, including the stranger amongst them, as if they were looking at a child.
Negris gave an awkward yet polite smile, “You must be mistaken.”
Eventually, they decided to bring Misha along, as she was familiar with the terrain and had a map of the entire marsh.
The hedgehog people, who had lived here all their lives, knew how to get home but had no idea what else was in the marsh.
After verifying that Gargul’s base wasn’t in the same direction as the hedgehog people’s village, Negris suggested they head back and stay vigilant. It was better if they left the swamp for some time with their families.
Ange, Little Angel, Little Zombie, and Negris rode Hemel, while Lightning carried Big Cat Durken, Feiti, and Luther. Meanwhile, Misha held on to a broomstick as they all flew towards the depths of the swamp.
Misha felt unsteady sitting atop the slender broomstick and envied Hemel and Lightning. She couldn’t help but ask, “Why can they run across the swamp?”
“It’s just their nature. What’s up with your broomstick? Why is it smoking?” Negris asked, puzzled.
Misha turned around and found that her broomstick was indeed smoking. Panicked, she suddenly lost control and plummeted from the sky.
Ange wafted his hand, and a gust of wind supported her, preventing her from crashing into the mud. He also brought the broomstick back.
Misha quickly thanked Ange and inspected the broomstick: “It’s broken. I’ve probably used it for too long, and the array core broke.”
Durken intervened, “It’s quite delicately made. Let me see if I can fix it.”
“Oh, thank you so much. It doesn’t matter if you can’t fix it. I’ve used it for quite some time. I have another one.” Misha handed Durken the broken broomstick and pulled out two identical ones from her storage space.
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, she suggested to the others, “If the horseback is too crowded, you can try riding this. I have more.”
Durken rolled his eyes and tossed the broomstick away.
Negris couldn’t help but comment, “You’re really wealthy. I forgot to ask about your identity. A seventh-level wizard, staying alone in a marsh. Where are your followers?”
It was strange. A rich female wizard like her should have countless followers. It was unlikely she’d be alone in the swamp.
Misha scratched her head awkwardly: “There were too many. I couldn’t tell if they wanted to follow me or court me, so I quietly slipped away. Oh, right, I’m from the Mars Magic Tower, and my father is the current president of the Magician’s Guild.”
“The Magician’s Guild? Mars? As in the Mars from Stellaris?” Negris’s eyes widened. This female wizard had quite the background! No wonder she was so wealthy.