I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 369: Bonfire

After Miss Silver Dragon finished speaking, the atmosphere in the area seed to beco ambiguous for a mont.

Raven's voice also chid in at the opportune mont, cheering in Loren's mind:

"Mate! Mate! Mate!"

"My dear master, what kind of dragon baby do you like?"

"Oh, wait! The offspring of a dragon and a human should be first-generation half-dragons..."

"Master, what kind of half-dragon baby do you like?"

Loren's face instantly darkened.

"Shut up!!! Stupid bird!!!"

After berating the bird in his head who only had "mating" on its mind, Loren looked at the expectant face of Miss Silver Dragon across from him. He let out a soft sigh and refused rather euphemistically:

"Miss Jessistan."

"...Your age, actually... could really... be my great-grandmother..."

Upon hearing this, Miss Silver Dragon's delicate little face instantly puffed up again!

Puffing with anger!

"You fickle, rotten human!"

"Now that we're familiar, you start making personal attacks against a dragon, is that it?!"

"Hmph!!"

"I'm leaving!!"

"And also! Before my anger disappears! You'd better not summon at all!!"

"I'll pretend I can't hear you!!!"

After angrily cursing Loren, Jessistan, with her face still puffed up, simply waved her hand and conjured a silver Magical Teleportation Gate.

She lifted her long, straight, slender leg, stepped into it, and left while grumbling.

Before leaving, she didn't forget to take back that huge dragon scale from the ground...

Soone with such a terrible personality!

This nearly worn-out dragon scale! Won't leave it for you either!!

Hmph!!!

......

Loren stood in place, calmly watching her beautiful figure disappear into the Magical Teleportation Gate, not saying a word...

"Master, why not go sit in her nest for a while?"

"I can sense that you actually quite like her human form."

Raven's sowhat puzzled voice suddenly rang out in Loren's mind.

Faced with Raven's question, Loren remained silent, just gently shaking his head.

After a long while.

He once again, extrely discreetly, glanced at the white iris flower pinned to his chest, and softly said in his heart:

"Unfortunately, the timing isn't right, Raven."

"We... should go find that Ancient Ruin now..."

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Federal Calendar 7708, December 6th, around noon.

As Miss Silver Dragon angrily departed through the Magical Teleportation Gate, only Loren's group of five remained in the nearby Snow-Covered Forest...

Cook P. Jones and the other three also waited a while, confirming that the ferocious Miss Silver Dragon wouldn't be returning, before finally freeing their heads from the snow.

Each shook their heads to clear off the accumulated snow and quickly ran towards Loren's location...

Loren stood in place, sensing the sowhat disheveled fourso several kiloters away, his mouth twitching silently.

You four... as if you'd die if you didn't watch the drama...

Soon, Cook P. Jones and the other three ran up to Loren. All four looked at Loren with admiration, their eyes also carrying an indescribable lewdness.

"Mr. Loren, did you 'persuade' that terrifying dragon through... sleeping?" This was Hankley's inquiry.

"What did you two do inside that level of isolation magic?"

"How was the taste of a dragon?"

Even Tannas, who usually had a gentle temperant, now had a hint of lewdness in his words, and he even winked at Loren.

"Seriously, I also want to contract a Demigod-level dragon that can turn into human form as an Animal Partner!!"

As for Cook P. Jones, his face was full of envy and jealousy.

He had already started fantasizing in his mind about how secure he would feel with his "Night Power" plus a Demigod-level dragon...

And the only female Superhuman in the team—Mage Seena—was subtly casting her gaze towards Loren's lower body, as if contemplating sothing...

Is his physical ability really that formidable? Mr. Loren... to even be able to conquer a dragon?

Faced with the strange looks from his four temporary teammates, Loren's mouth twitched!

These guys...

"...We're just friends!" Loren's tone carried emphasis.

After emphasizing his relationship with Miss Silver Dragon, Loren continued to remind his unreliable temporary teammates.

"Also, we've already wasted a whole morning. It's ti to set off again..."

As his words fell, the faces of the four frivolous individuals beside him finally turned serious, each nodding slightly.

Compared to watching a spectacle, "Divine Inheritance" was still more attractive!

"That's true, let's go."

Cook P. Jones, just like at the beginning, naturally took the lead at the front of the group.

Only this ti, his speed wasn't so exaggerated.

He considerately maintained a pace that even the physically frail Seena in the team could easily keep up with...

Loren, Hankley, and Tannas followed behind him, also keeping their speed to a level that wouldn't cause too much commotion.

After all, no one knew if there were other frightening Demigod-level existences in the endless Snow-Covered Forest ahead...

For this nearly boundless Natural Wilderness, the area occupied by that Miss Silver Dragon was only a very small part...

There might still be other unknown Powerful Individuals on the journey ahead...

And Seena, just like at the very beginning, silently followed behind the others. Despite everyone reducing their pace, her physically frail body could only move with great difficulty across the snowy ground, firmly occupying the very end of the group...

Cook P. Jones led the group like this, beginning a silent and low-key advance...

None of them knew just how vast this endless Snow-Covered Forest was. The only thing they were certain of was that ahead of them lay the thing they desired to pursue!

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Federal Calendar 7708, December 25th, at nightfall.

In a clearing within the endless Snow-Covered Forest, a warm bonfire was burning.

In the distance was a frozen lake.

On the surface of the frozen lake, thick layers of ice had accumulated.

And around that seemingly conjured bonfire sat five humans.

Four n and one woman, simply sitting on the ground in the icy, snowy wilderness, resting and chatting, relying on that golden-yellow fla...

And this group of people were none other than Cook P. Jones and the others who had resolutely entered this endless snowy forest over 20 days ago...

The group bore so signs of weariness.

Long-term walking and running through thick snow had already stained the hems of their clothes with so gri.

Thanks to the "Cleansing Spell" and "Dust Removal Spell" of the team's Mage Seena, they had at least managed to avoid turning into "savages" during this snowy forest journey.

It was just that the hems of their clothes inevitably got dampened by the snow kicked up by their own feet.

A noble Mage Lord is not just noble; at tis like this, it also ans convenience...

Magic is omnipotent.