Chapter 246: Refusing the Request

【Symbiotic Decay】is, after all, a derivative skill of the Plague Domain.

Its control over the plague naturally remains at an extremely high level; the half-wolf druid was not deeply infected, and she has always suppressed it with her powerful constitution.

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel strange.

Druids possess very strong resistances, especially those specializing in the 【Wild Shape】 path; how could they not even resolve such a tiny bit of plague?

He voiced his doubt bluntly.

"I could take this as you provoking me, human."

The giant wolf's tone was not very serious; she sighed:

"Only a Domain can counter the power of a Domain; not everyone can earn the favor of a Domain like you can."

That was indeed true.

Currently, only two people Rod could use Domains with: one was the eighth-tier mage who unleashed a massive explosion of fire in the open-air maze earlier, and the other was the Plague Mage, Amel.

It seemed Domains were rare things.

"Alright, do not get the wound wet until it heals completely; the Domain has made the wound's resistance very low."

Rod instinctively slapped the giant wolf's belly.

In his past life, he had raised a dog; when the dog lay beside him, he always loved to sneak a pat.

At that moment, Oja had just bitten into the wild fruit Cui Qian the big squirrel handed over; she was startled into a shiver, and the wild fruit fell from her mouth.

But fortunately.

This half-wolf was not such a petty person; she merely glanced at him lightly, her eyes filled with helplessness and wariness, much like her own dog.

Rod felt a slight nostalgia and laughed loudly twice.

He did not intend to stay long.

He had originally come just to help with a small matter.

After chatting for a few sentences, he prepared to rise and leave.

Sensing his intention to leave, the half-wolf Oja called out to him solemnly, even changing her form of address.

"My lord Forester, please wait; there is something I wish to entrust to you."

"Speak first."

Rod had actually guessed the other party had a request.

After all, this half-wolf's attitude was much better than before.

"One of my druid friends is Trapped in Crisis in Coral Bay, held captive by that group of dark elves. I wish to entrust you and your companions to assist in rescuing her together."

"A druid? Are there druids in Coral Bay?"

Rod asked in surprise.

Shi Ying Town possesses a vast number of trees; the expansive Wind Wall Forest to the west needs no mention, Twin Finger Mountain lies to the north, and the Claw Valley Mountains to the south are also a vast forest.

Coral Bay was not so great; most of the surrounding area consisted of bare hills.

Decades ago, there was indeed a forest there, but it was located beside a trade route, inhabited by a large number of kobolds and treants, which greatly interfered with merchants.

Back then, the manager of Coral Bay was a legendary mage; in a fit of rage, he directly burned down the entire forest.

With the forest gone, this legendary mage was killed the following year by an unknown Zhou Fa.

Some said he fell into such a fate because burning the forest offended certain extreme druids.

"Indeed, there are none. A month and a half ago, this friend of mine voluntarily entered Coral Bay to mediate the conflict between the dark elves and Stormwind City."

"The Balance Association?"

The giant wolf nodded, picked up a wild fruit from the ground with her teeth, took a bite, and juice filled her mouth.

Rod couldn't help but shake his head.

The Balance Association is an organization established by certain neutral-faction druids; unlike most druids who are indifferent, they choose to become selfless, neutral, and loving, then walk among major events to mediate conflicts.

One could say it is of a similar nature to the Halfling Hero Alliance.

It is just that the Hero Alliance is more biased toward the weak side, does not oppose crime, and robs the rich to feed the poor every other day.

But precisely because the Balance Association's ideals are too noble, its members often end up Trapped in Crisis.

"What method did your friend choose for mediation?"

"She chose to sit in hunger strike in front of the dark elves' dwelling."

Rod slapped his forehead.

What use is rescuing her other than wasting air?

"This hardly counts as being Trapped in Crisis, does it?"

"Originally, it did not, but the leader of the dark elves took a liking to her. After launching a mad pursuit, my friend stated that if the dark elves would leave Coral Bay, she was willing to sacrifice herself and become this leader's wife. The result? This enraged the leader, who locked her in the underwater prison of Coral Bay, where she is bitten by sirens every day."

Rod: "..."

"So, bitten every day, yet she hasn't died?"

Oja seemed a bit helpless too; she said, "She is also seventh-tier; she wouldn't die that easily. Moreover, later, when that leader saw her suffering and bleeding, in a fit of rage, he slaughtered all the sirens biting her clean."

Ah...

My head hurts so much...

What kind of female-oriented plot is this?

I even want to plead for justice for those sirens...

Rod waved his hand and directly and clearly refused Oja's request.

Are you kidding? Asking me and the girl in the forest to risk our lives for something like this? Impossible, okay?

Oja also understood this matter was somewhat ridiculous; if not for the friend's request, she would not have wanted to participate either.

She sighed and did not press the matter.

A few nights later.

Rod lay reclined on the bed, with Tally and Vivian on his left and right respectively.

She leaned against her master's side, drenched in fragrant sweat.

The bed was a mess of various wet stains, and the quilt had been kicked to one side.

Rod gazed at the beautiful moonlight outside the window while his hand moved within Vivian's embrace.

Hmm.

The elasticity and texture were perfect.

"Tally, hand it to me."

"Okay~~"

She handed it up.

Rod squeezed the slime and compared its texture to that of the tree spirit.

Hmm, not as good as Vivian.

Vivian's endurance wasn't very strong; once satisfied, she would fall into exhaustion.

At this moment, being gently pinched by Rod caused her no discomfort at all; instead, she felt a faint sense of security.

Her face pressed against his neck, emitting soft breathing sounds, she had already fallen asleep.

"【Growth of Spirituality】 has reached an unprecedented 342 points. Come on, I don't believe I can't roll something useful."

A 【Basic Luck】 skill struck first, leading the charge.

Nice!

Rod shouted in his heart.

Immediately following were 【Super-Fast Splitting】, 【High-Grade Repair】, 【Clingy Spirit】, and 【Mental Link】.

As for the first three, there was no need to mention them; they could be said to be common skills of the slime itself.

The latter, 【Mental Link】, was quite interesting.

"【Mental Link: Establish a mental link with a specific creature to share vision, perception, or emotions.】"

Rod nodded.

If he could enslave it, then having the slime establish a 【Mental Link】 with him would be equivalent to him being able to use all of its skills.

(End of this chapter)