Chapter 357: Charcoal (2)

Chapter 357: Charcoal (2)

There was a time when Drako Yau stayed overnight in the Warring Wastelands using the Travelling Palace. When he returned home the next day, Charcoal writhed towards him dispiritedly. Only after taking in some of his energy did it regain its energetic self and begin running all over the place.

Drako Yau was then sure that the little fellow fed on his forces. Thankfully, its appetite was manageable. He could recover the lost forces with just a bit of meditation.

Gradually, Drako Yau came to love the little puppy. Charcoal wasnt the cutest of puppies. Its fur lacked the usual lustre of typical dogs as if it was drenched in ink at all times. However, its albino eyes which were round and watery gained it a lot of points on the cuteness scale. Hed return home every day to see Charcoal wagging its short tail while attempting to leap into his bosom.

Without the systems identification, Drako Yau had no clue what Charcoal truly was. A puppy that fed on internal forces was unheard of, though, so he believed it had to be a special being, though he also knew his comprehension of cultivation was merely on the surface.

Charcoal! Spit fire!

Charcoal stared at him innocently with its watery eyes.

Charcoal! Freeze it!

Charcoal still stared at him innocently with its watery eyes. Drako Yau was beaten by the cute look and decided to give up.

The so-called peaceful days were blissful. Every day, hed level up, cultivate, practise the spear and the fist, craft scrolls, and play with Charcoal. One day, he suddenly felt guilty; his home was too small for the puppy. He then glanced at Charcoal wagging its tail next to his feet.

Charcoal? Do you wanna go for a walk?

Ruff? Charcoal tilted its head and barked in confusion, unable to comprehend what Drako Yau was saying.

Many players gathered before the stall, all of them attracted by the same item: a flower pot. Smoke of various colours emanated from its soil, shrouding the plant that resided within it. Players could only vaguely see the outline of the plant. The stall owner listed the item as Phantasmic Realm Grass with its description being a single question mark.

Drako Yau thought, Id be surprised if you know its effect, gramps.

Darling Mhm This things pretty! I want it!

Ahaha! No problem! Hey, you old thing. Yes, you. Name a price!

The stall owner sat with his eyes closed. Hearing someone shouting at him, he opened his weary eyes and asked, You want this plant?

Gramps Got Migraine, the lone player who belonged to no guild, was a famous tormentor on the Eastern server. Perhaps part of his fame could be attributed to the lack of elite elderly players. In Real World, age didnt matter physically because all players had the same physicality, so technically no one had a particular advantage. His comprehension of the Tormentor class skills made him a powerful spellcaster.

Of course! The boorish man wrapped his arm around the beauty beside him and thundered, Name a price, Ill take it!

Oh. Gramps Got Migraine put on a sly smile. A hundred million gold coins then.

Woah the surrounding players all gasped.

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