They ran for more than two days. Zhizhi seemed tireless, never stopping for a moment and only growing more excited as she ran. Meanwhile, the mushrooms carrying the branch had already been replaced twice. The Mushroom Person, Gubo, would casually dig a hole and tuck the mushrooms that had reverted to their original forms into it. When he left, he even waved goodbye to the now ordinary mushrooms.
He really did not seem like a Wizard. Ruger thought he could become good friends with Serious Mouse. Unfortunately, Serious Mouse would probably want to turn Gubo into Sour Mushroom Wine that could be gulped down. Combined with Little Fairy's abilities, it ought to taste absolutely sublime.
Would cutting off a piece of a Mushroom Person actually hurt him? Ruger's gaze swept over the swaying Mushroom Person.
Gubo shivered, shaking loose some Emotion Spores. Those favored by spirituality occasionally had such keen senses that they could vaguely sense something amiss even when someone merely spoke ill of them behind their backs.
Ruger curled his lip and lay back down on Zhizhi.
The female Wizard Dati was still carrying out the academy's commission. That was her main priority. Sometimes she followed along slowly, and sometimes she disappeared for a while, off somewhere unknown, but she soon returned. She was probably still scattering those things in preparation for that Mushroom Academy's test.
Ruger, by contrast, was the most leisurely of them all.
Suddenly, Zhizhi began to slow down, and the Mushroom Person's group stopped as well.
To spare himself the effort, Ruger had ordered Zhizhi to follow the mushrooms' movements.
Ruger rose, though he only went from lying on his back to sitting cross-legged. Wizard Dati flickered into view and stopped beside him.
A Wizard drifted slowly down from high above. Instead of landing