Chapter 1016 - 492: Family Inheritance
Quack!
There’s gossip!
Originally bored and listless, Miss Mirror Demon’s eyes lit up immediately, and she quickly focused her awareness on the treehouse.
Gossip is great.
It’s my favorite thing to listen to!
And once she concentrated, Lukalia heard the Dark Elf’s puzzled question.
"What’s going on? It’s just a few more people, what’s so strange about that?"
Svanni and her companion had already dressed and returned from the secret room to the usual guest laboratory.
Although they had just fought together openly, Svanni didn’t feel embarrassed at all now, wearing only a white coat Herbert had specially prepared for her over her slippery skin.
A vacuum white coat!
The front of the coat wasn’t completely buttoned up, revealing faint traces of the recent battle.
The Dark Elf didn’t care at all about the chill below her waist, and with a bit of laziness as if just waking up, she walked over to the experiment table piled high with bottles and jars.
She casually picked through the dangerous materials, not knowing what she took out, and when she turned around, two cups of steaming dark brown liquid appeared in her hands.
Svanni leaned over and pushed one cup of the mysterious liquid towards her trusted friend (scapegoat), while she herself sat back holding a cup.
Flesh vines sprouted instantly, cushioning her slightly oversized rear as she sat, gently supporting her.
"Phew..."
The Dark Elf blew on the steam rising from the cup, looking like a researcher who had just finished an all-nighter.
But the Vampire sitting across from her had a complicated look, with the corner of her mouth twitching as if she had a lot to say.
Eliza indeed had a lot to say, unable to stop herself from voicing her thoughts.
Including but not limited to "What do you mean just a few more people?" "What’s strange about it?" "What’s in that cup you’ve brewed?"...
"..."
Eliza paused for a moment, finally deciding to ask the most important question.
"What’s in this?"
As an undead creature to some extent, the Legendary Vampire was practically immune to poisons, with a high resistance to toxins.
Eliza didn’t think this drink could poison her, nor did Svanni have any reason to do so.
However, she was very concerned about the true nature of this liquid.
Simply put, she was scared.
Eliza was genuinely terrified.
Just now, Miss Vampire seemed to vaguely see something like a howling ghost wafting out of Svanni’s cup...
What the heck is this!!?
Steaming is one thing, but why is it bubbling nonstop?
Can this really be drunk?
Svanni had a big question about this in her heart.
She knew Svanni had a bunch of strange materials; anything could be mixed in there.
Eliza wasn’t afraid of poison, but she was really afraid of drinking something weird.
And Svanni remained calm the whole time, even casually flicking away the "wraith" with a flick of her finger when it appeared.
"Drink it, it’s not harmful to you."
Svanni took a small sip from the cup, looking even more relaxed, leaned back against the chair, and said casually, "Relax, I won’t harm you, and there’s nothing strange in there."
Well, not strange to me.
As for others... hehe, that’s not my concern.
"..."
Eliza’s mouth twitched, not planning to believe a word her best friend said.
Ha, you’re trying to fool a ghost!
Although Eliza considered them to be open and honest best friends, their level of trust was barely better than a fragile friendship.
Everyone originally belonged to the gray camp, with pitifully low integrity, and having just been "tricked," the trust level had plummeted to freezing point.
"Forget it, I won’t drink it after all, I’m not thirsty, you drink it."
Svanni didn’t force Eliza to drink it, smiling without explanation, and continued to savor her own concoction.
"There’s still a bit of a gap compared to the ’happy water’ Herbert mentioned. I shouldn’t have heated it; I guess chilling it would be better."
"Also, the bubbles shouldn’t have been made with soul dust from ghosts; the taste is too strong. Next time I’ll try the root of the ghost vine tree; it can also create bubbles when dried and re-soaked..."
The Dark Elf silently pondered over a new recipe, her eyes gradually emptying.
Although earlier she had experienced several times the mental shock, to the point her consciousness was about to collapse, once she recovered, it felt completely different.
Her mind was blank then, but now it was filled with numerous ideas.
She felt her thoughts were unusually sharp, as if she’d entered a special state, with her work efficiency greatly improved.
If she could keep going like this, she might not only create that "happy water" today but also concoct the remaining drinks.
Unfortunately, someone didn’t intend to let her rest for long.
"Hey, hey, why are you saying nothing?"
Seeing Svanni with an otherworldly sage-like demeanor made Eliza frustrated, angrily patting the table to get her attention.
"Don’t you feel embarrassed?"
Why is it that I’m dying of embarrassment, yet the person responsible is so indifferent and composed!
Didn’t you also experience that thrilling sense of urgency with me?
Feel embarrassed with me!
Also... don’t think I don’t know.
Still pretending like nothing happened?