Fisher, worried about the singing cal, quickly walked toward where he rembered tying it up, but to be honest, Fisher wasn’t sure if it was still alive.
Not to ntion whether it could survive his frenzied destructive power during his advancent, the devastation of the nearby forest was evident; even if it was lucky enough to survive, Fisher didn’t know what to do after four days without food or water.
This was indeed an oversight on Fisher’s part, a mistake he was honest enough to admit.
According to his original plan, the advancent should not have taken so long, and indeed it went as he predicted, except for an unexpected mishap.
The mishap, or rather the true difficulty of this body and soul unity, lay precisely in his grotesquely magnified soul.
This change seed to happen after his consciousness experienced a dreamlike journey with the intangible singing; most strangely, the change seed to be silent and undetectable, and if he hadn’t returned to his body to begin the body and soul fusion process, he might never have noticed it.
It was as if such changes were normal for his soul, yet when returning to the body, they beca difficult to adapt to.
Fisher was unsure of the specifics, but fortunately, after four days of hard fusion, his body had finally stabilized, no longer undergoing aberrations and evident madness.
Helair, warm as morning light, appeared when he was most exhausted.
Fisher rembered deeply.
It’s here he had to ntion the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual; Fisher finally realized the impact of its reproductive ability enhancent was indeed a lingering poison.
Just now, he had barely escaped from the ghost gate, yet upon seeing Helair and learning that four days had passed, the first thought in his mind was, "It’s almost the seventh heaven."
Combining that with the contributor’s annotations in the manual, everything fell into place, and he understood the other’s damn bad taste.
"Why are you going this way?"
Seeing Fisher heading in a straight direction, Helair, floating behind him, asked.
"Looking for a gift for you."
Fisher moved quickly, surprised to find that his body now seed to have the sa nature as his soul, becoming extrely light; with just a little effort, he could run far, quickly returning to where the cal was tied.
Regrettably, here Fisher only saw a perfectly intact big tree and a rope tied around its trunk, already broken.
The cal seed to have broken free and ran away.
Fisher rubbed his temples, feeling a bit troubleso but not disheartened.
Now that he was a mythical rank entity, no matter if the cal could fly, it couldn’t escape his grasp, though it would take so effort.
If it were just the cal, things would be easier; the trouble was that the beautiful holy object he planned to give Helair was still on it, and Fisher had no idea where to find a more suitable gift.
"Is the gift here?"
*Clap clap...*
Seeing Fisher finally stop, Helair smiled brightly and rubbed her hands with a look of eager anticipation.
"No, it seems like..."
*Clap clap...*
As Fisher was about to say sothing, his ear twitched slightly, as if hearing a rhythmic chewing sound.
Expressionless, Fisher turned his head toward the sound, and sure enough, at the edge of the forest between so intact trees, he saw the cal with a mischievous expression.
It had so grass hanging from its mouth, not yet swallowed, chewing while tilting its head.
The next second, when it saw Fisher, it seed to get excited, quickly swallowing the food whole and charging toward Fisher, singing and frolicking, crashing right into his waist.
Fisher remained motionless, and it fell to the ground but still "humd" as it got up and looked at Fisher, seemingly complaining about being tied up here for so long.
Still, it was lucky that this guy was still waiting here for him, even though it had already broken free from the rope. This inexplicable affection it seed to have for him couldn’t be because of his looks affecting a cal, could it?
After four days of absence, although Fisher, a scoundrel, was negligent, for so reason, this guy beca even more affectionate with him.
Knowing he was at fault, Fisher didn’t resist, letting it bump into his waist, hard as iron, and instead, he gently reached out to stroke its head. Turning to see Helair examining the cal’s face, he explained,
"I tied it here before the advance, four whole days, it must be mad... We encountered it before when out with Hooked kiss and the others, it swallowed a failure of a Life Gospel Holy Object made by Sorobato, quite intelligent. For so reason, it stuck to the first ti we t, and it’s still like that now."
While smoothing its fur, Fisher checked the other holy object on it, but he suddenly rembered what Helair said earlier about "a sense of ceremony," so he decided to give it to her tomorrow.
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