Chapter 511

"A little fat sheep? Shaved bald?" Nageleese also poked his head in, wanting to see who had such a big mouth.

But one second, two seconds, three seconds... the owl had no movement again.

"Could it be... asleep? Let's just pluck its feathers and make a nest," Nageleese said.

The owl sensed the voice was wrong and suddenly braced itself. Without moving its body, it twisted its head one hundred and eighty degrees, its eyes glowing as it stared at Ang: "Who are you all!? Where is Maka? Get out!"

A powerful mental fluctuation erupted, slamming into Ang.

Ang tilted his head.

The owl's eyes went round. It quickly twisted its body, bracing its wings in front of itself, and looked at Ang in horror.

Nageleese poked its head out from behind, looked at the owl, then at Ang, and asked suspiciously: "Did it just hit you with a mental shock?"

Ang nodded.

"Then why didn't you react?" Nageleese asked. It had been hiding behind, and it felt the explosion of the mental fluctuation; it should have been quite powerful.

Ang said: "Doesn't hurt."

"... True. Of all things to use, it used a mental shock. It would have been better if it had used its beak to peck you," Nageleese sighed. A mental shock—he estimated only a Monarch could shake Ang.

"Who... who exactly are you?" The owl was a bit frightened. First, it was scared by Nageleese's words, and second, it was scared by Ang's reaction. It knew very well how strong its mental shock was. Throughout its entire body, its mental power was the strongest, but that also brought about a serious reaction.

Just as the owl finished speaking, its eyes suddenly rolled back, and it collapsed onto the bed board, motionless.

"Judging by its steady breathing, it must have fallen asleep. What's going on? Falling asleep like this—is it the God of Sleep?" Nageleese was surprised.

Ang said: "Consciousness, strong; body, weak; cannot bear it."

"Why is it like this?" Nageleese asked.

Ang pulled the Brass Book from his waist and patted it: "Sealed."

"Uh, you mean its consciousness was sealed inside this owl's body, and because the owl can't bear it, it gets sleepy? But you could have just said so; why pat me?" Nageleese asked.

Ang replied: "King, sealed it."

"Hiss—" Nageleese felt a toothache.

If it were just a seal, that would be nothing; there are so many seals everywhere. But if it were sealed by an Undead Monarch, the issue would be serious. What kind of creature is worth being personally sealed by an Undead Monarch?

Wouldn't that be at the level of a God of Knowledge like himself who knows everything?

"Quick, wake it up and ask what it is." Nageleese's curiosity was instantly piqued.

Silver Coin said from outside the carriage: "My lord, do you need to prepare a secret interrogation room?"

Nageleese said: "Yes, yes, it's too cramped here. Just find a quiet, large room."

Interrogation wasn't necessary, but a larger room was very much needed. The carriage was too small; only Ang could get in, and even he could only poke his head in. For matters like interrogation, Anthony was more professional, so how could he not be inside?

Ang picked up the owl and walked outside.

Suddenly, the owl, which had its eyes closed, kicked out with all its might, then flapped its wings and flew toward the sky.

I'm flying... I'm flying... I'm flying...

The owl opened its eyes and saw that Ang was completely motionless; even the hand holding it hadn't changed at all. What was even more bizarre was that the owl flapped its wings but couldn't stir up a single bit of wind; the wind seemed to have been dissipated by an invisible force.

The owl assessed the situation, its wings drooped powerlessly, and its two claws hung down as well.

It couldn't escape. This guy holding it was too terrifying. Its "owl kick" could instantly kill even a little fat sheep, yet kicking Ang had no reaction at all, not to mention that bizarre method of dissipating the wind.

After drooping for a while, the owl's breathing became steady again.

Everyone looked at each other. It couldn't have fallen asleep again, could it?

It had indeed fallen asleep. Since it couldn't resist anyway, the owl slept especially soundly. It didn't even wake up when they reached the large room.

Anthony lifted its head and then let go. The head slammed down and bounced a few times; it was very elastic, but it just wouldn't wake up.

Anthony said enviously: "This sleep quality is too good. No need to worry about insomnia."

Nageleese asked curiously: "Do you suffer from insomnia too?" If he didn't suffer from insomnia, why was his tone so envious?

Anthony said: "Of course I do. Back when there was a famine, I didn't get much sleep. I stayed up all night, night after night. After staying up too much, my hair started falling out severely."

"Really?" Nageleese said suspiciously. He hadn't seen Anthony losing hair during that time, and his spirit didn't seem particularly abnormal; he didn't look like someone suffering from insomnia.

"Of course. But after meeting my lord, it stopped. When I get particularly anxious, I just call for help. And I have a particularly practical method." Saying this, Anthony reached behind his neck and pressed down:

"Using battle Qi to press these two sides for about ten seconds, I'll pass out. For the hundreds of years before, I relied on this method to fall asleep."

A casual sentence, yet it gave Nageleese a feeling of horror. He couldn't help but say: "Then you'd better just call for help. Knocking yourself out like that is so harmful to your body."

"It's alright. I use Holy Light to heal when I wake up. It's not very harmful, just a headache for a while," Anthony said.

While they were chatting, Ang also tried several methods, but none could wake the owl. Finally, he took out an Elf Bean and placed it under the owl's nose.

"My Iceberg Beauty Wife"

The owl's entire face moved. When it realized what this fragrance was, it suddenly opened its eyes.

With lightning speed, the owl poked its head out, snatched the bean into its mouth, and swallowed it. When it felt the fullness of the Elf Bean, its eyes went round again.

"What is this?" the owl asked excitedly.

"Elf Bean," Ang said, while flipping a handful into his hand.

"Is this the Elf Bean the Old Immortal talked about? I didn't taste it. Give me another one," the owl said excitedly.

"Old Immortal, who is that?" Ang threw one to it. Before the bean even hit the ground, it was snatched away.

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't know. Anyway, it's a big shot, the kind of big shot you wouldn't even dare to imagine." The owl crushed the Elf Bean with its beak, held it in its mouth, tilted its head back, and then swallowed it. The crushed Elf Bean allowed it to feel the changes within more clearly.

Ang tilted his head.

Nageleese knew it was his turn to step up. He poked his head out and said: "Hehe, if the Old Immortal you're talking about refers to the Undead Monarch, then we should be very familiar."

The owl rolled its eyes—or rather, yellow eyes, because its "whites" were yellow.

"You're very familiar with the Undead Monarch? Then I'm the Undead Monarch. People these days don't even blink when they brag..." Before he could finish, Nageleese flew to Feti's side, took off his hat, lifted his cloak, and revealed a body of purple-gold bones.

The owl was so shocked it stood on tiptoe, revealing disproportionately long legs: "Lord of Mourning?! Are you from the God Realm? The Old Immortal's former subjects?"

"If the Old Immortal you're talking about is the Undead Monarch, then that's correct. This is Feti, Flash Feti," Nageleese introduced.

The owl was shocked: "I've heard of you. The Old Immortal told me that name. It's too magical. You actually managed to find your way here from the God Realm. I am the Dragon Lich Druid, Silba."

PS: I finished one checkup. I have gallbladder polyp-like lesions. I'll go do the other types tomorrow.