Chapter 143: Joining the Fun and Earning Extra Money

Luge watched the door slowly close, looking thoughtful.

There's an Official Wizard here? Judging by the looks of it, not just one, and from the sound of it, not just a One-ring Wizard either? If they go berserk like the neighbors, wouldn't that be a little scary?

Creak, the door was opened again.

The red-eyed girl Irene poked her head out from the door crack.

"Right, little doggy, this is the kiss I owe you." She said with a smile.

Luge was stunned for a moment. Is there such a thing?

Just as he was recalling, Irene had already made a blowing kiss gesture, and the door was closed once more.

Before long, the sound of Old Lenser's wooden leg chiseling the floorboards rang out from downstairs.

It was still early, but Luge no longer had the heart to sleep.

He pushed open the door and went downstairs as well, seeing Old Dog Head Lenser busy preparing some things, while Irene beside him winked at him.

"Kid, these are processed materials," Old Lenser heard the footsteps and, without turning his head, tossed over a small bag. "You stay here and continue making Purification Potions. I have business to attend to outside."

"Uncle Lenser, can I go with you?" Luge said.

He caught the small bag flying over with both hands, pondered slightly, and made a decision to take the initiative to see for himself. Since this woman named Irene could come to Old Lenser for help, his Uncle Lenser must have a set way of handling these things; at least safety should be guaranteed.

"My dear Nephew, if you're willing to come, then follow along. If you can help, I'll count an extra share of money for you," Old Lenser said with his head down, sorting the things in his hands. "After all, this job isn't in the Contract, and I, Old Lenser, am not that black-hearted."

Irene laughed softly upon hearing this, seemingly not acknowledging Old Lenser's words.

Looking at her smile, Luge felt she had definitely been fleeced for a large sum, but in the end, it should be paid by that Mr. Nuwengduo.

Remnants of blood rain still remained on the ground outside.

Old Lenser and Irene walked in front, occasionally intentionally avoiding those puddles.

Luge silently followed behind the two, his pair of large eyes looking everywhere.

The city after the rain had a faint bloody smell, but when he sniffed carefully, there was also a strange sweet fragrance.

Turning past a street, they arrived at a shop entrance that was much grander than Old Lenser's shop. After all, this one was on the main street, while Old Lenser's was in a back alley.

Irene stepped forward lightly and opened the door.

Luge immediately saw a mess inside, but didn't see any moving figures at first glance.

"Be careful yourself in a bit, don't get injured. At most pick a bottle from the low-grade Healing Potions; more than that isn't included in this job, you'll have to pay yourself." Old Lenser said as he walked in.

Luge's steps were the slowest; he was the third to walk in.

As he bypassed rows of fallen shelves, Old Lenser and the other two had already gone up to the second floor. As back-to-back neighbors, the area here was actually much more spacious than Old Lenser's place. The house felt arched, and the second floor naturally had more rooms.

When Luge came up, the figures of Old Lenser and the other two were already gone. He took a simple glance around and headed straight for the third floor.

At this moment, snoring could actually still be heard coming from above.

The third floor didn't seem to be partitioned into that many rooms, or rather, there used to be some partitions.

When Luge came up, the first thing he saw was a monster covered in slime lying there sleeping. As it slept, along with the snores, it secreted even more slime. The floor had already accumulated a lot; if they came a bit later, it would probably have flowed to the second floor.

That weird thing looked like a giant blood-colored maggot, but had three pairs of sharp limbs.

Old Lenser was there holding a bottle, collecting the slime flowing on the ground.

"Mr. Lenser!" Irene lowered her voice and said.

Old Lenser's movement stalled. He turned back to glance at Luge who had caught up, then turned back and continued: "Hehe, this stuff is all top-grade material. Usually if you need it, you have to come buy it from him. Seeing that old guy's money-grubbing face makes me unhappy."

Old Lenser shook his dog head and tossed a large bottle to Luge, letting him help collect together.

Irene could only stand helplessly to the side, watching the uncle and nephew duo busy themselves.

"Mr. Lenser..." Irene called out softly again.

"Got it, got it."

Old Lenser put away the bottle in his hand and waved for Luge to retreat.

Only to see the newly secreted slime was no longer semi-transparent, but had begun to take on a faint blood color.

Old Lenser reached across his Storage Bag, and a large mass of black Chains was thrown out. The Chains intertwined with each other like a black net, enveloping the monster maggot larger than a person.

The maggot monster seemed to sense something. The snoring abruptly cut off. Its wrinkled body instantly swelled and trembled, surging into a form covered in scales. Twisting and thrashing, it leaped up, and six blood-red eyes opened on its forehead simultaneously.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed from a weird sleeping maggot into the appearance of a small Sub-Dragon Beast.

Moreover, that eerie feeling hadn't decreased at all. It looked like both worm and beast, displaying irritability in its leaps. The gaps in its black scales still dripped blood-colored slime.

Every end of the black Chains was rooted in the Void, as if there were fixed points in the air that Luge couldn't see.

The bug beast leaped up and was perfectly caught by the Chain Net. Luge felt this might be the price of losing reason. Judging by Old Lenser's look, this obviously wasn't the first time he'd come to deal with this neighbor. He had steadily calculated the other party's habits, and the neighbor-turned-monster had once again been predicted accurately without knowing to adapt.

The ends of the Chain Net fixed in the Void tightened one by one. The monster also gradually lost room to struggle, only suspended in mid-air, continuously dripping blood-colored slime through the gaps in the Chain Net.

"He's gone after himself again recently?" Old Lenser frowned and said.

"Of course. He can't stay idle. He won't stop, and he can't stop," Irene said leisurely with arms crossed. "According to the Contract, as long as I'm willing to Cooperate, he can't stop."

Crash! The gradually tightening Chains suddenly missed!

The bug beast vanished into thin air.

Luge turned his head at the sound.

Only to see the slime that had previously spread toward the second floor surging on those stairs.

The bug beast, its whole body turned blood-red, suddenly leaped out from the surging slime. Its three pairs of sharp limbs pierced into the wall, and it began a mad dash.

The clatter of Chains followed close behind.

Watching the Chains fly over his head, Luge retreated in large steps without hesitation, retreating all the way to Old Lenser's side.

"Damn it!" Old Lenser cursed. Sparks popped out from the sharp teeth in his big dog mouth.

The Chains missed again. This time, before the Chains could tighten, the bug beast broke free on its own.

Luge looked at it. After the scales turned blood-colored, it seemed to have become even more agile.

All the slime on the entire third floor ground began to surge.

"Mr. Lun Se!" Irene suddenly spoke up.

"I know, I know, try not to hurt him." Old Lenser curled his lip.

Luge suddenly felt that That Thing seemed to have locked onto him, as if it regarded him as a sweet little snack right there on the spot.

"Uncle, let me give it a try."

Luge said, patting Old Lenser's shoulder, waving his hand to signal the two people to step back.

Old Lenser looked him up and down with great interest, retreating leisurely to the side: "My good Nephew, go ahead and do as you please, Uncle will support you forever. Of Course, the second bottle of Potion I can give you at a fifty percent discount."

Irene also stood beside Old Lenser watching with great interest.

Luge waited, sensing the vibrations brought by the slime beneath his feet. Long-term use of Foul Skin made him now even more keenly sensitive to This Kind of naked Malice, just as if in a certain part of that slime, there was a Hunter staring at him, wanting to tear him to shreds.

Estimating the range of Foul Skin, he Cast without the slightest Hesitate.

The slime Suddenly stalled, then violently churned up, Gradually stopping again, a motionless figure Appearing on the floor.

Old Lenser, who had Originally been waiting to watch a good show, clearly hadn't expected things would be resolved this simply and smoothly; the Expression on that big dog face of his didn't even have time to keep up with the change in his eyes.

"Dear Uncle, perhaps our shop could consider adding a service," Luge said with a Laugh, "for instance, subduing some unruly customers without harming them. Of Course I'd need to raise my share A Little bit."

(Chapter End)