But he seed to know everything, just deliberately not saying it.
Incomprehensible, inscrutable.
Yet there was no malice felt, and even a sense of protection could be sensed.
It’s like... a feeling of "ambiguous acquiescence."
But Herbert knew that even if it were like that, this acquiescence must have its limits.
I can’t cross the line.
Just like so of my previous actions, it’s obvious they’ve already hit him in the face, but he still acts deaf and dumb.
This is an unspoken understanding between Herbert and the Archbishop.
So things Herbert can do, but he must provide the Archbishop with a reasonable explanation on the surface.
Without a reason, the Archbishop wouldn’t allow it.
"Go back and find a chance to probe Old Deng’s attitude..."
Herbert continued to ponder, switching to another indirect approach to avoid a head-on confrontation with the Archbishop.
"Set up a bidirectional teleportation array? I wonder if the resources gathered from Malagas will be enough this ti."
"Where should it be established? Surely not in the Third Commandnt Hall, right? It prohibits teleportation... Besides, this sowhat feels like provocation in front of Old Deng."
After so thought, this plan was ruthlessly dismissed.
Forget it, it’s better not to provoke Old Deng lightly.
If you really upset him, there’s definitely no good outco.
"If it really doesn’t work, there’s still a last resort. I could have Svanni serve as a go-between for communication between the two places, as long as there’s a flesh avatar in each place..."
After thinking it over repeatedly, Herbert finally released his furrowed brow and regained his composure.
He wasn’t too annoyed; temporary difficulties couldn’t hold him back.
As long as the mind doesn’t falter, the solutions outnumber the problems.
And once he stopped fretting, his thoughts began to diverge, envisioning so unrealistic solutions.
For instance, if the any-door of the Third Prison could be expanded to the outside world, so he could return to the Elda Territory at any ti.
Or perhaps, obtaining the ability of unrestricted teleportation, or even limited would be fine...
"Tch, if only there were a simple way to connect the two places..."
Thinking about it, Herbert couldn’t help but smile wryly, feeling helpless at his own insatiable greed.
"Hah, probably no such neat thing could happen in the world."
...
...
Third Commandnt Hall.
When Valentina excitedly recounted her mirror adventure on the fifth floor to Fremay, she didn’t see the surprise on her face—instead, she was scolded.
Got a scolding!
Miss Hungry Dragon forgot that she sneaked off to find Luhier, not following the previous agreent with Miss rmaid.
Then, she was earnestly reprimanded by Fremay.
Valentina felt that Fremay was worried about her encountering danger, which made her even more ashad, too embarrassed to show her teeth.
She took the chance while Fremay was catching her breath, tucked her tail, and scurried back to the Endless Maze.
"You’re right, but I don’t want to hear it anymore!"
Slipped away.
After such a fuss, she wasn’t in the mood to go sip lava in the Molten Hell, so she returned to her small nest and snuggled into the blanket that slled of Herbert.
In a corner without anyone else, Valentina took out the small mirror Herbert had given her and pouted at her reflection.
Whenever she felt unhappy, she would often take out and examine the little things given to her by Herbert.
"I hope Fremay doesn’t tell Herbert about this later, or he’d probably scold too..."
She closed her eyes and silently prayed, hoping Miss rmaid wouldn’t secretly rat her out.
Even if it must be told, she’d rather confess herself.
And just as Valentina was pondering how to confess to Herbert to get the least reprimand, she suddenly saw a white light flash before her eyes.
"Hmm?"
When Valentina snapped her eyes open, her smile vanished, and her pupils narrowed abruptly.
She found herself in an unfamiliar space!
She had been forcibly transferred unknowingly!?
The space she was in was made up of countless mirrors, reflecting Valentina everywhere.
"Where is this?"
Realizing the issue, Valentina imdiately beca serious.
Though still in human form, her body was covered with a large number of scales, entering a half-dragon combat state.
She didn’t feel a sense of crisis, but this feeling of being manipulated really annoyed her.
Especially at this mont, right after she was reprimanded and had no outlet, it was even more annoying!
Very unhappy!
Though she toned it down a lot in front of Herbert and endured in front of those who cared for her, Valentina was still herself.
She is the [Furious]!
The remaining good temper was reserved for friends, and the bad temper that was repressed... bursts out at such tis.
Rage, instantly boiled over.
Hiss!
A dangerous aura of keeping strangers away emanated from her body, scorching waves erupted from her body, rapidly heating the surrounding air.
Valentina’s icy gaze swiftly darted around, searching for the mastermind who brought her here, and she said coldly:
"Get out here!"
Just as she was about to explode, the reflections suddenly spoke in unison: "Wait a minute, don’t be tense."
The "Valentina" in the mirror laughed and said: "Relax, don’t be so timid, I really have no malice towards you."
She spread her hands, expressing friendliness, smiling calmly: "I just want to chat with you..."
Boom!!!
The response to the "mirror person’s" kindness was a roaring burst of flas.
Dragon Breath!
As a giant dragon, Valentina had her own set of logic for handling things.
Encounter sudden situations?
Don’t panic.
Spray a Dragon Breath first!
If it can’t withstand it, don’t worry, it’s already solved.
If it can withstand it, then have a good chat.
In short, just one phrase.
Anything to say, not in a hurry.
Let spray a Dragon Breath first!
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