624 Mixed Substances

Mixed Matter

Longwu Fort, Vera's territory, was bathed in the afternoon light.

Thanks to Number Five, the mushrooms growing wildly throughout the territory had been sorted out and reshaped.

Now the environment of Longwu Fort had basically improved, and under Vera's various incentive plans, the subjects had resumed their work.

Although Vera was still rather unfamiliar with the various administrative affairs of a lord, overall, everything in the territory was developing in a good direction.

Not only that, another matter also made him happy.

At the edge of the shadow cast by the corridor pillars in the distance, Sirian leaned against the stone railing, knees slightly bent, palm spread upward.

One of Number Five's Mycelium Tentacles rested lightly on the Elf's long, well-defined fingers, as if they were communicating.

Vera folded his arms and leaned by the open window on the second floor of the main castle, quietly taking in the scene.

A hint of a smile surfaced in his eyes.

For some reason, whenever Number Five faced Sirian before, it had always been a little timid, subconsciously hiding behind him or behind Feiling and Feiyin.

As a companion who had spent a long time with it, this had once given Vera no end of headaches.

The three of them had tried all kinds of methods for this, but none had seemed very effective, and in the end they could only helplessly let nature take its course.

Now, seeing them able to hold hands and tentacles, looking as if their relationship had improved, Vera felt sincerely comforted.

What he did not know was that at this moment, Linden was using Number Five's mushroom body.

"Look at you, mastermind behind the scenes. You pretended to be a washed-up senior, but in truth you were secretly plotting some famous scheme to overthrow