Tang Lan smiled when Long Yao said that.
She nodded emphatically and said, "Leave it to me!"
"Besides that, I'll personally make a lavish dinner for Brother Tang Lan and Brother Bell!"
Before they knew it, the sun at the horizon had gradually disappeared.
The three of them returned to the cave from before.
Long Yao set up a bonfire and an iron pot at the cave entrance, beginning to prepare a heartfelt dinner for the two of them.
Having lived with her mother in a remote place since childhood, Long Yao was naturally quite skilled at cooking.
"The weather in the Sea of Death is getting more and more gloomy. One second the sky is clear for miles, and the next it's covered in dark clouds."
Beside the bonfire, Tang Lan looked up at the dim sky. The oppressive atmosphere made it seem as though a torrential downpour would fall at any moment.
Bell said somewhat fearfully, "Whenever weather like this appears, we always run into all kinds of trouble. Could it be that this time—"
Before Bell could finish, Long Yao interrupted him.
Pretending to be annoyed, she said, "Brother Bell, you should shut that crow's beak of yours. Weren't you the first one to say it every single time?"
Strangely enough, whenever Bell said something like that, it would become reality within less than a day.
At first, he had merely predicted heavy rain. Later came massive waves, followed by battles between Soul Beasts.
There had been no fewer than seven such incidents altogether. Even Tang Lan and Long Yao, who had never believed in such things before, had no choice but to admit that Bell's mouth truly had some kind of supernatural power.
Yet he never said anything good. It was always the bad things that