Chapter 591: A Goofy Pet, Mimi's Painting

As for the last two items, Yamila picked up the small lion-like toy magic tool, and a smile immediately appeared on her face.

"Jier, am I not very good to you? I sell you magic tools, and I treat you to snacks and tea. We also perfectly concluded a major deal that both sides are satisfied with. So..."

Yamila suddenly changed her tone, her expression shifting as quickly as flipping a book, and she spoke to Jier in a pleasant, gentle manner.

Jier saw through her intentions at a glance: "You want to buy this thing?"

"Can I? Such a cute lion doll, I like it so much! Will you sell it to me?"

Jier sneered: "Are you mistaken, big sister? This isn't a lion doll; it's a magic tool! The tiny doll you're holding in your hand will turn into a powerful thing the size of a real lion once activated! During battle, quite a few of my men died under its claws and fangs."

"If I hadn't lured away the person using it, and it had been left there without anyone controlling it until its Magic Power ran out and it turned back, this thing would have been hard to deal with."

Seeing that Jier understood the item, Yamila withdrew the smile from her face: "Name a price; I want this."

Jier immediately made a gesture of five, but quickly changed it, extending a single finger: "One hundred Gold Coins."

Yamila rolled her eyes: "Impossible. Keep this doll to play with yourself. In the future, when you have children, you can let them play with it as a toy."

Jier immediately changed his tune: "Then how about this price?"

He gestured with an eight.

Yamila didn't even look, busy fiddling with her nails: "This thing has completely exhausted its Magic Power, and ordinary recharging methods are useless. It's not a simple magic tool that you can just hold in your hand to successfully recharge. Don't let its small size fool you; it's actually a very complex magic puppet."

Jier lowered the price again, gesturing with a six.

Yamila smiled: "That's more like it, but the price is still too high. We're so familiar with each other; won't you give me a friend's discount?"

Jier felt helpless, lowered the price again, and gestured with a five.

Yamila then unexpectedly pulled Jier's hand over and kissed his finger with her lips: "Good little brother, don't look at me as if I'm so glamorous; life is actually very difficult. Every bit of money has to be carefully considered for its use. You have to know, studying Magic is very expensive. And the only reason I can study Magic is because a great Noble provided a sum of funds initially. I still have to find a way to pay that person back. Otherwise, otherwise, I would have to work for that Noble for several decades! Several decades! My youth! You should know what this means to a woman, right? Pity your big sister; I want to pay back the money before I graduate from the Magic Tower so I can study Magic freely."

Jier was in a difficult position. After pulling his hand back, he closed his eyes and gestured with a three.

Yamila smiled; she could accept this price.

And as for Jier, allowing the other party to lower the price to this extent was not because he was truly moved by Yamila's words—how could that be!

He just wanted to establish this connection with Yamila to get in touch with more of the magic circle.

In the Saint Hors Kingdom, he didn't know any Mages or Magic Apprentices, but in the Ophirine Kingdom to the south, perhaps he could get in touch with the Mage community.

Starting with this Magic Apprentice, Yamila Aosiding.

Thirty Gold Coins was actually not a small amount of money. Yamila did have a stash of Saint Hors Kingdom coins on hand that had been bribed to her by an officer she had accidentally met while completing a mission.

From the side of the hall wall, she had Mimi open a small vault hidden inside the wall and took out a large bag of coins. This was packed in a very sturdy deerskin money bag; Yamila couldn't even lift it, so she had to bend down and rummage through the bag for the Saint Hors Kingdom Gold Coins.

She herself was from the Ophirine Kingdom, so the money she carried with her was all Ophirine currency; she didn't carry coins from other countries.

After counting out thirty Gold Coins, Yamila piled them on the table for Jier to check.

Jier glanced at them and counted the number of coins, finding there were thirty-five, so he took the initiative to say: "Sister Yamila, you gave too much money!"

Yamila kicked the small vault by the wall, had Mimi close it, and then said with a smile: "Since I've been called 'sister,' I can't really take advantage of you, can I? Although it's not much, this money is not a small amount to me. Put it away, Jier."

After saying this, she happily picked up the lion magic puppet and examined it with a satisfied expression.

Jier put away the money and pushed the matching bell for the magic puppet across the table: "This thing is the core that controls it; don't forget this."

Yamila had actually never seen a similar protective magic puppet before, so she didn't know the bell was the control core. When Jier said this, she blushed, knowing she had made a fool of herself, and silently took the bell, which served as the control core, into her hand to examine it carefully.

Jier tapped the table with his knuckles: "You'll have plenty of time to study them later; now please help me look at this strange thing!"

Yamila thought that was fair. The lion magic puppet was in good condition, merely dormant after its Magic Power was exhausted. She could get a very valuable Protective Magic Item without much effort, so there was no need to rush.

She carefully placed the magic puppet and the bell into her pocket, then picked up an item from the table that Jier had pushed over, which hadn't been examined yet.

Calling it a tool, it was more like a small cage, no more than six centimeters in diameter, which could be held in one palm. But the cage was made of gold, constructed from very small hexagonal grids into something resembling an animal cage.

And imprisoned inside was a golden-colored fluttering moth?

This moth was entirely golden, staying quietly in the golden cage, occasionally moving the feathery antennae on its head, but otherwise not moving at all.

"It doesn't eat or drink, but it doesn't seem to die either. It's been a while since I obtained it." Jier scratched his head: "Logically speaking, this amount of time would be the entire lifespan of a moth of this size; it should have died long ago, right?"

Yamila was in a bind. She picked up the golden hexagonal cage and stared eye-to-eye with the moth inside: "I'm just a Magic Apprentice, not some knowledgeable great scholar. If you want to ask me what the origin of this moth is, I have no idea."

She shook the golden cage in her hand; the moth inside gripped the edge of the cage tightly with its claws and did not tumble as the cage shook. And after Yamila finished shaking it, it nimbly crawled a few times inside the cage to keep its body level with the ground.

Yamila brought the golden cage closer to observe it, and after just one look, she concluded: "The cage is made of pure gold, but it's a bit rough; it doesn't look like the craftsmanship of a qualified jewelry Craftsman. And I can conclude that there are no magic arrays or anything hidden in this golden cage. There is no Magic Power reaction inside, nor are there any hidden Magic Power conduits."

She shook her head and said: "Jier, this last thing of yours might just be a small pet the other party kept with them? Although such things are rare, some Nobles with strange temperaments like to keep strange animals by their side, like Sun Iguanas or Frozen Frogs. Some people even keep highly poisonous spiders with them, relying on rare control Magic to command those inconspicuous spiders to poison political rivals at crowded, noisy banquets and balls."

Jier was a bit disappointed. He had thought that something carried by the King of the White Wall would be an important magic tool, but it turned out to be just a small pet.

But at least it wasn't a loss; the cage for this small pet was made of gold, and at this weight, it had to be worth at least ten Gold Coins.

It was free anyway, so he might as well take it.

All the items had been appraised, the Heart Fire Dagger had been recharged, and the two new Magic Rings had been reluctantly filled with Magic Power by Yamila. Finally, only one thing remained: a Glowing Badge with its Magic Power exhausted.

Yamila shook her head as soon as she saw it: "This is a Noble's badge with a glowing illumination Magic. The Magic isn't the problem, but the problem is, this thing isn't yours, Jier, is it? Using it casually, I think, whether in my country or yours, is something not allowed by Nobles, right?"

Jier sighed: "I knew it."

Then Jier tentatively asked: "Then is it possible to just keep the magic part on this badge and dismantle everything else?"

Yamila smiled: "You have so many wild ideas, but wouldn't the originally orderly badge become very ugly this way? Besides, this isn't something I can finish in a few moves with just my two hands. Detecting the internal Magic Power conduits, tools for cutting metal, tools for polishing—I don't have these on hand. Although it's very comfortable here at Mimi's, many things can only be completed in the Magic Tower."

Jier felt helpless, knowing this thing was beyond saving; at least Yamila couldn't modify it here. If possible, Jier actually hoped to install this kind of illumination Magic directly onto his armor, especially on his Helmet, not only to provide directional lighting for his gaze but also to startle, intimidate, or cause Blinding to the opponent if turned on suddenly during battle.

Don't look down on these as having little effect; the pace of battle is very fast, and this slight difference can often affect the outcome of a fight.

But it was also fine. Jier wasn't actually satisfied with the armor he was wearing now. If possible, if he could meet a suitable armor Craftsman, he would definitely have to forge a heavy Steel Armor worn by a formal Knight.

When the time came, he would find a magic user and have them add this function to the new armor, which would be just right.

"So, that's it?" Yamila touched the lion magic puppet she had just acquired again, constantly rubbing the surface of the item with her fingertips.

It looked strange, but actually, Yamila was checking the large number of magic structures on its surface.

Don't look at how tiny this thing was; in terms of complexity, it was second only to the magic hut Mimi in the entire hall. The magic weapons on Jier and the many magic tools on Yamila were not as complex as this lion magic puppet.

Jier nodded in agreement with Yamila.

"So, Jier, do you still remember how you communicated with me when we first met? I remember that besides wanting to talk to me about the trade of Metal Ingots and Potions, you also promised Mimi you would find it something to eat, right?"

Yamila waved her hand at Mimi, the Magic Power cottage: "Mimi, your tasty treats are coming soon."

Jier felt a wave of awkwardness; he guessed that Yamila had sent him away earlier because she was still eyeing the remaining Metal Ingots that might be hidden in the open space outside the house.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes. After all, I've received such friendly hospitality from Mimi here, so I really must return the favor. Mimi, what do you like to eat?"

Jier asked the Magic Power cottage loudly, imitating Yamila's manner; he spoke directly, not fearing that the Magic Power cottage wouldn't hear him or realize he was talking to it.

In fact, Jier and Yamila were actually inside the body of the Magic Power cottage, so there was no possibility of it not hearing them.

Mimi reached out a small hand from the wall, holding a paintbrush in one hand and a sheet of clean white paper in the other. It placed both in front of Jier, gripped the paintbrush with its small hand, and drew what it liked to eat on the paper, much like a child doodling.

The more Jier looked, the more his scalp tingled, because the first thing Mimi drew was a simple picture of a Human dying a miserable death, being fed into its mouth by its small hand.

Jier hurriedly shook his head: "Eating Humans won't do."

Mimi let out a pitiful cry, and the small hand holding the paintbrush drooped down.

But Jier had a second thought and continued: "But if you have the patience to wait, by tomorrow evening, perhaps I can bring you dozens of Human corpses. As long as you don't mind that they are scoundrels with no morals who are keen on killing and bullying others."

Upon hearing this, Mimi immediately put down the paintbrush and paper, clapping its two small hands together with a *clap-clap-clap*, and the house was filled with its excited "Mi—mi—mi" cries.

"However, that will have to wait until tomorrow evening. If you want to eat something right now, please draw some animals you like to eat, and I will look for them nearby; if I find them, I will hunt them back for you."

After Jier finished speaking, he saw Mimi pick up the paintbrush and draw the images of a deer and a wild boar on the paper in a crooked manner.

The deer had antlers on its head; although the image was a bit strange, Jier recognized it at a glance.

The wild boar was more abstract; its pair of tusks were drawn pointing upward from the bottom of its face. Mimi's drawing was a bit abstract, and Jier almost didn't recognize it. Fortunately, the wild boar's body was quite fat, and Jier guessed the animal's name based on this stout body.

"Is it a deer and a wild boar?"

Mimi's small hand made an "okay" gesture.

Looking at Yamila, who was still playing dumb on the side, Jier smiled at the Magic Power cottage and said: "How about this, you return to the place where I met you earlier, wait there obediently, and once I find the prey, I will send it over to you, how about that?"

"Mi!"

Mimi seemed to agree.

Immediately, the house began to vibrate. Jier looked toward the window and discovered that the night scenery outside the window had changed; it no longer seemed to be blocked by the vast Forest.

Jier immediately stood up and walked to the window to look out, only then realizing that after Mimi agreed, it had automatically raised the legs at the bottom of the house, and the main body of the house, now higher than the surrounding tall trees, was heading toward the mountain hollow from before.

All around were the treetops of the trees, and they were now above the treetops, their line of sight suddenly becoming wide open. Even at night, under the limited moonlight from the sky, it still allowed Jier to see a charming scene different from the usual walk through the Forest.

"I really want to compose a poem right now!" Jier exclaimed.

Yamila couldn't keep up the act anymore; she had actually been waiting for Jier to go out hunting so she could drive Mimi to turn the surrounding ground upside down, digging out all the other Metal Ingots that might have been hidden by Jier to make a big profit.

As long as she didn't find the Metal Ingots in front of Jier, Jier would have nothing to say.

But she didn't expect that Jier would rely on his glib tongue to persuade the simple-minded Mimi to take the initiative to move toward the previous mountain hollow.

With this, Yamila's plan was ruined.

"Are you going to compose a poem on the spot? I didn't expect that even though you aren't very old, you are actually a Bard! You haven't relied on this to trick young girls much in the past, have you?" Yamila asked with a beaming smile.

Jier scratched his head awkwardly; he didn't have the skill to compose a poem on the spot.

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