Watching the green tree spirit flutter up close.
Ronald had not yet spoken when Costate stepped forward on her initiative and pressed her palm against the creature.
At this moment, facing the environment around it.
The tree spirit was clearly intending to resist.
However, Costate’s mastery of movement was so skillful that, as the tree spirit attempted to dodge, her nimble palm quickly maneuvered around the obstruction and in the blink of an eye landed on the opponent’s head.
With a gentle strike, the Magic Fluctuation also vanished in a flash.
Under the seemingly casual action of the maid, the tree spirit’s body convulsed violently, emitting a grating and unpleasant noise from its woody trunk. For original chapters go to novel[f]ire.net
A twisted, inhuman sound emanated from the creature.
It was obviously enduring unbearable pain.
And it lasted only a few seconds.
The tree spirit’s originally lush green body began to show signs of withering yellow, much like the appearance of a plant before it decays.
Costate was utterly indifferent to the tree spirit’s violent reaction.
While the other was still writhing in pain on the ground, the maid had already turned around and bowed slightly to Ronald:
"Sir, this being is purely a plant life, my spell can’t forcibly extract its memories. However, one thing is certain—it’s Magic Power definitely comes directly from the original text."
Ronald raised an eyebrow.
Since the Magic Power came directly from the original text, this creature must know something.
The problem now was, with Costate unable to extract memories, overcoming language barriers and getting it to talk.
Ronald bent down and patted the struggling tree spirit on the face:
The tree spirit did not respond, but it briefly stopped struggling and began to watch Ronald with a dangerous gaze.
Ronald paused in his movements.
It understood his actions and showed a clear feedback...
So, the tree spirit possessed Wisdom and could comprehend the meaning of his words?
Making such a conjecture in his mind, Ronald also realized the creature’s attitude toward him—
Maintaining silence and non-cooperation despite severe torment, it was clear that this ’person’s’ mouth would be hard to pry open.
Ronald turned his head to look behind.
Near the nest, amidst the corpses scattered on the ground, the young girl Helle was venting her fury on these monster corpses, while Layton stood by her side, protecting her from any mishaps.
Wanting to extract information from the tree spirit.
These two were unlikely to offer any help.
"Sir, perhaps we can extract the Magic Power from its body separately. Although the target’s traces might be misleading, if we act quickly enough, we can still search one by one and ultimately locate the position of the original text."
Costate, standing nearby, timely made a suggestion to Ronald.
But Ronald did not take it, as a spontaneous and bold idea had formed in his mind.
Ronald silently watched the tree spirit in front of him
After pondering for a few seconds, he immediately activated the power of "Supreme Angel," pinning the tree spirit firmly to the ground, immobilizing it. Having done this, he then reached into the inside pocket of his garment and took out the truth serum left by Heloise.
"It might not work well, but please give it a try..."
Murmuring quietly, Ronald did not hesitate in his actions, directly dripping the precious Magic Potion into the tree spirit’s mouth.
—The potion was quickly absorbed and digested.
Probably because the tree spirit itself had a plant-like physiology.
After coming into contact with the truth serum’s effect in the magic potion, there appeared to be no change on the surface.
However, Ronald noticed some details.
When the tree spirit absorbed the truth serum, the dangerous expression in its eyes began to fade, the rational gaze becoming dull.
This perfectly matched a reaction,
the same effects Ronald had seen in humans who had used this magic potion.
Thus, Ronald tried to ask,
"What is your identity?"
This time, the tree spirit truly opened its mouth,
"I am a child of the great mother, an Angel Envoy, and also a spreader of her seeds."
This thing... it is actually speaking human language!
If it was on the human-like Helle uttering human words, Ronald could completely understand.
But now, this tree spirit caught Ronald by surprise.
Although the evolution of life could be fast-tracked due to intervention from the original texts, he didn’t believe that these newly appeared species could build a civilization and possess a mature language translation system within just a few months.
Therefore, these tree spirits must have somehow come into contact with humans.
That’s why it used human language to answer his question,
A thought that should have occurred to him.
Casters living in Yizi Forest could very likely have become the key to these creatures’ accelerated changes—the bestowal of civilization.
Realizing this, Ronald’s brow furrowed deeply.
By his side, Costate, willing to share the burden with her master, continued to ask,
"Where did you learn the human language?"
The tree spirit continued to answer truthfully,
"The great mother imparts wisdom to us."
Yet another surprising answer.
Although earlier questions had revealed that tree spirits had a higher entity,
that this entity endowed them with wisdom meant...
This response only made the situation in Yizi more complex.
"Who is your mother?"
"And what is the purpose of spreading seeds?"
Questions flew out one after another.
Controlled by the magic potion, the tree spirit continued to honestly answer,
"The mother is the great sovereign who nurtures all our kind, and spreading seeds is to let her benignity descend upon every living being."
Ronald, frowning, continued to ask,
"Is there any other purpose?"
This time, the tree spirit remained silent; it gave no response.
As one who roamed around Yizi spreading seeds, it was not privy to the ’mother’s’ entire agenda.
Meanwhile, Ronald could confirm from its gaze that the creature was still under the influence of the magic potion—meaning this tree spirit truly knew nothing else.
So, Ronald and Costate exchanged glances.
After a brief exchange of looks, the final question was also posed,
"Your mother, where is she now?"
The tree spirit answered honestly,
"The forest, central north..."
Ronald let out a sigh of relief.
With such an answer, this operation could be considered smooth sailing.
Just as he and Costate stood up, ready to thoroughly deal with this now valueless tree spirit.
the cry of a little girl, Helle, reached their ears:
"Leighton! What happened to you? Shield Beam!"