The warm pool water enveloped his whole body, bringing a comfortable sense of relaxation. He leaned comfortably on the edge of the pool, closed his eyes, and enjoyed this moment of tranquility.
However, this tranquility did not last long. After a while, Redd felt a strange cramping pain in his abdomen.
The pain was like countless fine needles piercing him at the same time, and it was getting worse, as if his internal organs were being shattered.
Just when Redd thought the pain would escalate endlessly, it suddenly disappeared after reaching a critical point, as if it had never appeared.
Redd's heart moved, and he immediately called up the system panel. In the personal status column, the word "poisoned" flashed past, and within two seconds, it returned to "healthy".
Obviously, it was his body's powerful self-healing ability that completely eliminated the toxins that invaded his body in a very short period of time.
If it were anyone else, encountering such a poisoning, I'm afraid they would have panicked, or shouted angrily, and immediately had someone search for the poisoner.
But Redd seemed unusually calm. He didn't even bother to move. He was still leaning on the edge of the pool, with no trace of anger or panic on his face.
The corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of vagueness, and he thought to himself: Since he dared to attack him, the other party would definitely not stop there. It won't be long before the other party can no longer hold back and jump out on his own initiative.
He has a lot of patience and waits for the other party to reveal his flaws.
Within the courtyard wall, in the flowerbed of the courtyard, the moonlight casts mottled light and shadow through the gaps between the branches and leaves.
An old woman who looked very old was hunched over and slowly watering the flowers.
The kettle in her hand was tilted, and the water flowed thinly and gently, falling gently on the roots of the flower bed, as if she was afraid of disturbing the blooming flowers.
Her movements were slow and steady. After watering a small patch, she would pause for a moment, as if carefully observing the growth of flowers and plants.
However, if anyone pays close attention, they will find that her seemingly muddy ears will move very slightly every few seconds, like an alert beast catching the subtle sounds around her.
This sensitivity, which was inconsistent with her old appearance, was hidden under her slow and slow movements, making it difficult to detect.
After watering all the flowers in the courtyard one by one, the old woman straightened up and wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead with her sleeves, but there was a trace of imperceptible doubt in her eyes.
According to her inner prediction, there should have been some movement at this time, but the surroundings were still quiet, with the only sound of the wind rustling through the leaves.
Could it be that... it didn't work? She frowned and thought to herself, it seemed like she had to find a suitable opportunity to confirm.
Then, the old woman picked up the wooden bucket that was half filled with water, staggered with difficulty, and slowly walked out of the courtyard.
But just as she turned into a deserted path, her figure suddenly changed - her staggering steps instantly became steady and swift, and her arms carrying the bucket didn't feel any strain at all, and she actually started walking as fast as flying.
Her figure was so fast that it almost became a blurry shadow, disappearing around the corner in the blink of an eye, speeding towards the kitchen.
The skill she displayed in that moment was as neat as that of a rigorously trained warrior, which was incompatible with her previous decrepit appearance.
After all, no ordinary old woman can carry a heavy barrel, run as fast as a 100-meter sprint, and turn corners nimbly and quickly, with clean and neat movements without any delay.
When she came to the kitchen, she seemed to switch states instantly and returned to her slow manner, moving step by step.
However, her eyes quickly scanned the surroundings inadvertently, carefully searching for the remaining food tonight.
When she found that what she expected was not there, the look of confusion on her face became even stronger.
He sighed softly, put the wooden bucket in his hand on the ground, then turned around, still looking as old as before, and slowly left the kitchen.
Redd went directly back to the bedroom, took off his robe and lay down on the bed.
He put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and was about to fall asleep when there was a gentle knock on the door.
Redd opened his eyes. Although he didn't know who was outside the door, he said calmly to the door, "Come in."
There was no guard on his face at all, and he was not worried that the person coming in would have any evil intentions - if there was someone who really dared to do something evil at this moment, Redd wouldn't mind crushing the other person's head with one hand on the spot, just to stretch his muscles.
The door was slowly pushed open, and Jason walked in, followed by two men behind him. The two of them worked together to carry a not-so-small wooden box. The box looked quite heavy, and the weight of it made their arms tremble slightly.
Jason gestured to the two of them to place the box on the open space in the center of the room, and then waved his hand for them to exit.
Redd Seeing this battle, his originally lazy expression became a little more interesting.
He sat up from the bed, walked to the box with bare feet, and asked with interest, "What is in this box?"
Seeing that the two men had gently closed the door, Jason took a few steps closer and lowered his voice and replied, "Sir, we found this in the deepest part of Dragonpit. I didn't dare to delay, so I sent it to you immediately."
As he spoke, he knelt down, reached out to grab the buckle of the box lid, and pulled it gently. With a soft "click", the wooden box was opened.
The box was covered with a soft flannel cloth, and eleven oval-shaped objects were neatly placed on it.
At first glance, they look more like pieces of dark-colored stones, with fine lines on their surfaces, giving them a sense of vicissitudes eroded by time.
But if you look closely, you can find that these "stones" have clear outlines with the curvature of eggshells - they are actually Dragon Egg, but they have long been completely petrified and have lost the breath of life.
Redd picked up one of the petrified Dragon Egg and tapped it lightly with his fingers. A dull solid sound came from the eggshell.
There was no special expression on his face, and he said in a calm tone, "It is quite interesting to take away all the living dragons and leave these petrified Dragon Egg for me."
Jetson keenly captured the key information in his words, and tentatively replied with some uncertainty, "Are you saying... that these Dragon Egg can no longer be hatched?"
Redd did not answer immediately, but instead probed a trace of magic power into Dragon Egg.
After a while, he withdrew his magic power, weighed the Dragon Egg in his hand and said, "Under normal circumstances, naturally nothing can be hatched.
But it's not entirely possible to say that there's no way to do it, it's just that we have to use some special means."
A trace of expectation flashed in Jason's eyes, and he asked cautiously, "So, these Dragon Egg are still useful?"