Chapter 739: Unexpected Turn of Events
Chapter 739: Unexpected Turn of Events
Is that... my mother's mirror?
She never expected to hear such an answer, and upon learning that the deputy mirror in Snow Miser's possession was actually her mother's heirloom, the female cleaner's thoughts were overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, leaving her completely dazed for a moment.
Meanwhile, Lyon, who had vaguely guessed what was going on, closed his eyes slightly and sighed inwardly.
If his guess was correct, the member of the Carnage King Society with the white wolf mask in the mirror was probably not interested in the so-called flaw at all and didn't care about how its disguise was exposed.
The real reason it proposed the exchange of information might be to say those words and then relish in Melis' sadness upon learning the truth, as she was overwhelmed by the pain.
How despicable...
Lyon glanced at the little mirror, where Snow Miser was smiling with satisfaction, and patted the female cleaner's back, gently guiding her back to her seat. Then, he stared intently at the masked figure in the mirror, committing its appearance to memory.
"Mr. Lyon, your gaze is a bit too intense," Snow Miser said with a smile after making eye contact with Lyon through the small mirror.
"If you're angered by my attitude and plan to find and kill me, just remembering my appearance won't be enough. I am the god who rules over Illusion and the Lake of the Mind, and the face you see is not my true form.
Furthermore, anger is not a beneficial emotion. The more emotionally agitated and turbulent one's mind lake becomes, the easier it is for me to take advantage and lead them into a world of illusions and false appearances... Even those with the Tranquil Bloodline are not exempt."
?!
At this point, Lyon's pupils narrowed slightly, and in a flash, he reached out and grabbed the female cleaner's arm. But before that, the dazed cleaner had already opened her mouth and gently exhaled towards Lyon and the others.
"Ha."
As the female cleaner exhaled, a colorless breath carrying the faint scent of wind chimes spread out, filling the entire enclosed cabin of the airship in less than half a blink of an eye.
Immediately, the root-like accessory on the female cleaner's wrist suddenly swelled, forcefully prying open Lyon's hand and transforming into a huge ball of tree branches, completely enveloping her.
Then, the outer wall of the dark brown tree ball suddenly burst open with countless tiny white flowers like baby's breath, releasing a large amount of pollen in all directions. Lyon raised his hand to block the pollen, and instantly, a familiar buzzing sound filled his ears.
"Zzzz..."
[Name: Serene Princess' Pollen (Tranquility, Flesh, Vision)]
[Appearance: Extremely tiny colorless particles, so small that they can penetrate the skin, appearing semi-transparent in sunlight and almost invisible to the naked eye at night.]
[Ability: Silencing, Body Stasis, Vision Obstruction]
[Cost: Requires a large amount of physical strength, but can be quickly replenished through excessive eating.]
[File: A unique plant, 'Serene Princess', native to the Solitary Mountain in the Dream Realm. When it blooms, it releases a large amount of colorless pollen with the special effect of prohibiting sound transmission and forcibly slowing down the actions of all fleshly beings.
Additionally, Serene Princess' pollen has a mild toxicity, and excessive exposure in a short period can affect the nervous system of the eyes, causing temporary blindness.]
[Evaluation: An extremely insidious control-type anomaly. After contact, one cannot open their mouth, hear sounds, move their legs, or see people. When used in conjunction with the discreetly deployed 'Tranquil Saliva', it is the perfect tool for ambushes and assassinations.]
0.1 Imbibition Value
...
Heh, the so-called Food God of the Purification Bureau wasn't that hard to deal with after all.
Looking at Lyon in the mirror, who had been hit squarely by a mouthful of Tranquilizing Saliva and couldn't dodge the subsequent attack, his body covered in the Serene Princess's pollen, the Snow Miser couldn't help but smirk. He then stared at the tree ball enveloping the female cleaner and softly called out twice.
"Creak."
Accompanied by the sound of thick tree roots scraping against each other, the tree ball slowly unfurled, revealing the cleaner whose eyes had already lost focus.
The female cleaner's wrist flipped, and she produced a small harp from somewhere. Under the Snow Miser's control, she wrapped the harp strings around Lyon's neck...
"Open your mouth!"
In the Snow Miser's suddenly shrinking pupils, Lyon, who should have been unable to move, abruptly turned his head, avoiding the encircling harp strings. He then reached out with his right hand, grabbed the cleaner's cheek, and pulled out an old piece of clothing, effectively gagging her.
A small silver knife appeared in Lyon's hand, and he cut the entire porthole next to him, causing a large amount of cold air mixed with fine snow to rush into the cabin, sweeping away the Tranquilizing Saliva inside the airship.
"The God of Illusions and the Lake of the Heart, huh?"
Relying on the resistance provided by Materialism, Lyon, who had dodged this ambush, felt the souls of the three Ration Directors become lively again. He breathed a sigh of relief and glared at the Snow Miser in the mirror, narrowing his eyes.
"Wait, I'm coming right away..."
However, just as he was halfway through his harsh words, the Tranquilizing Saliva that had been swirling around was blown away by the cold air. The three Ration Directors, unable to speak, hear, move, or see, immediately reacted and unleashed their life-saving abilities.
Splitting teleportation, vaporization and dissociation, and phasing through the ship.
To Lyon's astonishment, the three Ration Directors carefully selected by the Bull Director each displayed their powers and simultaneously vanished from the airship.
One transformed from a middle-aged woman into eight children and then vanished with a series of loud bangs; another instantly lost its human form, turning into a large mass of white steam that rushed out through the broken porthole;
The last one simply dematerialized, his entire body enveloped in a light purple, strange sac, like sand through a coarse sieve, unable to gain traction as he seeped out of the airship and scattered into the vast, snowy mountain range...
"..."
What the... Even at a time like this, you're still running away? Lyon, who had been about to exchange a few harsh words with the Snow Miser, couldn't help but twitch his mouth. He quickly clamped down on the struggling female cleaner and, braving the wind and snow, peered out the porthole.
The eight children that the middle-aged woman had transformed into had completely disappeared, and no one knew where they had gone. The mass of white steam, though it miraculously didn't condense into tiny ice crystals when it met the cold, had already been blown away by the swirling snow;
As for the last one who had 'sprinkled' down, with an airship capable of traveling sixty or seventy meters in a second, he was immediately thrown far away. Judging by the position of his soul, he had probably already reached the other side of the Hexagonal Snow Mountain.
Damn, we haven't even reached the North yet, and the provisions I brought have been scattered in the snow...
(End of Chapter)
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