Dragon's Privacy

Chapter 115

Shi An: "......"

He'd forgotten about it.

Little Silver Dragon hesitantly clutched the sapphire in her paws, her tail flicking anxiously.

Mu Hang didn't rush, just waited patiently.

"But technically, I earned it, right?" Little Silver Dragon cocked his head, and seriously weaseled out, "I helped catch that spider!"

Mu Hang did not seem to notice Shi An's intention to renege on his debt.

He dropped his eyes in thought, "Indeed."

"So to be fair, there is one more thing you can ask me for." Mu Hang rubbed his knuckles gently against Little dragon's chin, his voice quiet, seemingly devoid of any selfishness, "Anything."

Shi An was completely unaware of the ditch he had unwittingly been led into.

He blinked, "Anything?"

Mu Hang nodded.

Shi An's eyes lit up, gesturing with her paw, "Do you remember that book?"

Mu Hang: "Book?"

Shi An nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, it's the one you brought me earlier to translate!"

Mu Hang sighed softly, "Unfortunately, there's no way I can promise you that one."

Shi An asked suspiciously, "Why?"

The silver-haired man lowered his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "After killing Principal Pei Lao, those black-robed men snatched that book."

"......"

Little Silver Dragon laid his head low in the man's lap, his tail wilting.

It was at this moment that the man's low voice came from overhead:

"May I ask what you want that book for?"

"There's a lot of really sick stuff in that book." Shi An replied defenselessly.

Mu Hang raises an eyebrow, "Pervert?"

"Yes!" Little Silver Dragon nodded seriously and increased the tone of his voice, "Your ancestors really went overboard, there are so many things written in there that are very private to dragons, things that shouldn't be seen by any race other than dragons ...... Nope, even dragons shouldn't be able to read it!"

The man stroked his spine with an unmistakable slight lurch, "Such as?"

Shi An: "......"

He tucked his head under his wing and said sullenly, "I won't tell you."

Mu Hang looked thoughtfully at Little dragon, who was shrinking into a ball in his lap:

"Actually, there's another one in the Mu family's library."

Shi An: "?!"

He jerked his head out from under the wing and looked up at Mu Hang in shock : "Wh, what?!"

Mu Hang grabbed his membrane-like wings and ran his fingertips over the delicate, cool scales.

He added carelessly as he touched it:

"There are three books in this set, one of which was lost a long time ago, the second was brought to the school by me to ask old principal Pei to help translate it, and the last has been left in the Mu family's library."

Shi An: "......"

Grass.

It's really a top middle and bottom book!!!!

His pupils tightened into a narrow slit, and his body instantly tightened.

Fucking humans!

What's the point of writing so many books!

It's so sick!

*

Zhuo Fu hurriedly ran back inside the lab.

The researcher who was about to leave work was startled by his supervisor who suddenly rushed back, "Zhuo, Officer Zhuo? Do you need anything?"

Zhuo Fu coughed, his eyes flashing with an excited light:

"Tell everyone the good news."

Researcher: "......"

As soon as they saw this expression on Zhuo Fu's face, they knew that there was absolutely nothing good.

Only to hear the other continue:

"I've just been given a valuable live sample of the latest available for research!"

Zhuo Fu clapped his hands, "Everyone stay put and get ready to get back to work!"

Researcher: "......"

Zhuo Fu looked at the group of employees in front of him whose faces were as if they were dead, cleared his throat, and added in a small voice:

"...... triple overtime?"

The fellows were instantly energized and righteous:

"We're ready to work sir!"

Zhuo Fu: "......"

Damn, am I the only one who does research with passion without overtime pay?

The researchers re-engaged actively in their work, with some deploying instruments and others organizing data.

Zhuo Fu lowered his head and pulled the sample pouch out of his own pocket, flashing a mesmerized smile at the shivering spider inside, "Good evening, baby."

Soon, the precious live specimen was placed in a specialized incubator.

Metal rings of special texture held its six legs and huge bloated belly in place, so that no matter how much it struggled, it could not escape.

Various tests starting from simple to complex are performed.

Zhuo Fu looked at the data sheets that were gradually piling up, and his expression became more and more grave.

This spider-like demonic creature was indeed a native species of the Dark Mountain Range, but it had undergone a mutation of unknown cause, not only had its body swelled to a hundred times the normal size of this race, but it had also evolved a rudimentary intelligence and mimicry, and even worse, the magic power in its body now was not among the spectrum of magical power detection.

It was clearly a continental species, but the magical attributes on his body clearly bore the characteristics of the Abyss.

But it didn't look like it was tainted by the abyss.

Generally speaking, if an abyssal rift did appear in a place, the poisonous gas within the abyss would alienate everything around it, and even the continental species would be contaminated, taking on highly aggressive traits such as madness, violence, and dementia.

However, due to their physique, while contaminated magical creatures will mutate to varying degrees, explode with more power, and become more dangerous, they will also die very quickly from organ failure.

At the end of the day, the magic in the Abyss can only be accepted by the Abyssal species that live in it, and is still poisonous to the Continental species.

But ......

This spider is the opposite.

If the timeline in the Zhou Family's bounty was correct, it would have been dead already.

However, all the cells in its body showed a frighteningly high level of activity, yet it showed no symptoms of organ failure.

Zhuo Fu took a deep breath and raised his hand to pinch his brow.

For some reason, he had an unusually ominous feeling.

At that moment, he remembered Mu Hang saying that the demonic creature seemed to have eaten something particularly important.

Zhuo Fu raised his eyes and looked towards the spider inside the incubator.

Maybe it's time to take it apart and look at it.

He walked over to the incubator and manipulated the screen on the side a few times.

A small knife coalesced from absolutely pure magic slowly emerged from the bottom of the box, it shimmered coldly in the light and looked as if it were vibrating at a very fast pace, slowly approaching the spider's bloated abdomen.

Spider screamed in the exact same, as if copied, tone.

That bulging abdomen contracted violently, but it was completely unable to avoid the slowly moving blade.

Zhuo Fu rubbed his temples, which were raw from the noise, and prepared to open the silent compartment outside the incubator.

But before he was about to press it, a strange squeaking and gurgling sound suddenly escaped from the spider's throat.

Immediately afterward, it opened its mouthpiece.

A clear human voice rang out, and the soughing sound of the wind sweeping through the forest seemed to be heard in the background:

"Is it over?"

Another completely different timbre replied, "Don't worry, everything is ready."

With a start, Zhuo Fu jerked his head toward the spider.

He remembered the information Mu Hang had given him, that the demonic creature was unable to talk to them on its own, but possessed a simple mimicry ability, like a tape recorder.

He reached out violently and pressed the screen.

In the next second, the scalpel that had brought that magic together stopped and disappeared.

Spider was still going on about it:

"How many total have we planted now?"

"Fifty-three so far."

"Very well, carry on."

"When the blood moon descends, our mission will finally be complete."

Immediately after that, those two conversing people started praying together, and that low and eerie voice resounded throughout the forest, creepily.

*

The Mu family's collection is very old.

It was a tall gothic spire with various defensive restriction spells layered on the outside to keep outsiders out.

As Shi An stepped into it, the scent of a dragon caused the alarms to start spiking.

However, the silver-haired Mu Clan descendant raised his hand carelessly and stopped the prohibition.

Prohibition: "......"

Shit, miscreant.

Mu Hang embraces Little dragon and heads inside the cache.

The longsword was placed peacefully in the center of the hall, and even in such dim surroundings, the blade still reflected the silver snowy sharpness.

Sensing Shi An's proximity, it vibrated breathlessly twice.

After realizing that his master didn't mind this, he wilted and went quiet again.

Sword: "......"

Shit, get used to it.

The stairs are narrow and wind upward.

The top floor is much more spacious than it looks on the outside.

A stale odor of parchment floated in the air, and the walls around them were filled with bookshelves containing countless ancient tomes of all sorts, illuminated by a faint light that stretched out into the darkness.

Shi An poked her head out of Mu Hang's arms and curiously scrutinized the hidden library that had been handed down by the Dragon Slayer family for ten thousand years.

He flapped his wings and flew.

Mu Hang : "Be careful, some of the books may have prohibitions specifically for dragons."

"......"

At that, Shi An retracted the curious paw she was about to touch.

It may not do much against the Abyssal Dragon, but ......

He's really afraid of pain.

Mu Hang walks to a corner of the room and skillfully touches a spell of defense, then holds out a large, old, stale book.

Heavy bulk, paper made from specially tanned magical skin, and ancient means of enchantment.

That's right, this is the set.

Shi An flew over.

But before he can claw his way to the book, he is stopped by Mu Hang:

"You can have the book, but I have a condition."

Shi An cocked her head, "What?"

Mu Hang: "I want to see it."

Shi An: "?!"

The silver-haired man in front of him was calm and composed, his face unchanged:

"The knowledge in this book isn't only related to dragons, in addition to that, there's also a lot of knowledge about what the Mu Clan would like their offspring to master, there was something strange about the demonic creatures we encountered earlier in the Dark Mountain Range, there might be clues about it in here."

Shi An stepped hesitantly on his paw.

"However, since I gave you this book, it belongs to you, and you can decide how long I read it, how much of it I read, and you can translate it for me."

Mu Hang added faintly.

Shi An was deep in thought.

Actually ...... Mu Hang's request is not too much to ask.

And more importantly, he had translated with Mu Hang earlier, and while the other person knew something about the common language of ancient humans, it wasn't much, and it would take a long, long time to translate a small section, and perhaps he would need to help with the translation, so it shouldn't be a problem?

"Okay then." He thought for a moment and replied.

Mu Hang pulled aside an antique armchair and sat down in it.

Shi An flew into his lap and balled himself up skillfully as he scanned the catalog, made a rough estimate in his mind, and then spoke:

"Just half an hour oh."

"Good."

"And I'm not going to translate it for you, oh."

Mu Hang stroked his spine and smiled wordlessly, "Hmm."

It was so quiet in the bookstore that only the friction of paper being turned over could be heard.

Shi An yawned, and his eyelids drooped a little, but, suddenly, he seemed to realize something out of the blue, and his eyes snapped open, and his sleepiness was lost.

Wait ......

Turning pages, isn't that a bit fast?