Although they had not learned the specific whereabouts of the God-Worshipping Sect's chief priest, the clue of "Bloodsucker Town" had already made Na secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
"Bloodsucker Town..." she murmured the name. It seemed her earlier guess between the two possibilities had not gone astray; she had stumbled into the right answer by sheer luck.
"That works too."
At the very least, Mud Duke's chances of running into the God-Worshipping Sect should be quite high.
No matter what, getting even one person in was better than having them all perish here.
"No more questions?" The Ritual Guardian Spirit raised a brow at Na, a hint of mockery in his gray-green eyes.
Na froze slightly. "I can ask more?"
The Ritual Guardian Spirit let out a shrill laugh. "Hororororo, of course not. But isn't that exactly the right thing to say at a time like this?"
Na: "..."
The Ritual Guardian Spirit's gaze shifted from Na's face, his gray-green eyes slowly settling on Milk Dragon. With a strange laugh, he said, "Hororororo, now it's this yellow fat-headed lizard's turn. What's your question? Don't tell me you have nothing to ask. The 'old butler' doesn't have that much patience to waste on you."
Milk Dragon mumbled a weak protest. "Uh, I'm not a lizard."
The Ritual Guardian Spirit tilted his head, and his translucent shoulders trembled. "Is there a difference? What's wrong with being a lizard? Or are you trying to say you're a dragon?"
He suddenly lowered his voice, an unsettling excitement seeping into his tone. "If you actually dared to call yourself a dragon, then your treatment would be very different. Master would carefully store every bit of you in a glass jar, from head to toe, even your nail clippings. Not a speck would be left