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“Ange, try to exchange for as many of these upgrade beans as possible. We don’t know what kind of seed this is, see if you can grow it. I suspect it’s something valuable,” Negris whispered to Ange.

“Oh.” Ange picked up the seed and popped it into the farm of the Resting Camp. He randomly selected a spot and planted it, also planting an upgrade bean as an afterthought.

“Oh, right, if upgrade beans are beans, they can also be seeds. Plant them, and we won’t have to trade with the Evil God anymore,” Negris suggested.

The Evil God seemed to be fond of hanging around Ange. Every afternoon, it would extend a claw from the sculpture, feeling around. If it didn’t touch anything, the claw would hang there listlessly for a long time before it was reluctantly withdrawn.

Sometimes, when Ange was nearby, he would give it an elf bean. This would make the claw perk up with excitement and eagerly reach out for more, spreading wide.

Generally, it would reward an upgrade bean in return for every five elf beans. Even if it didn’t receive all five in one day, it would count those given the next day, maintaining fair and honest dealings. That probably explained why the three sprites were comfortable playing with it, as this behavior demonstrated equivalent exchange.

As for that unknown seed, the Evil God hadn’t given any more. What’s more, the beans were given one by one. This led Negris to believe that the seed must’ve been unintentionally scooped up when the Evil God was giving out the beans.

The sound of flapping wings was heard from afar. A chubby sub-dragon descended from the sky. A figure flew off from it, heading towards Ange. It landed halfway and began walking over.

Seeing the chubby sub-dragon, Lightning grew excited and rushed over, calling out “Yo, isn’t this Fatty? Long time no see! How have you been? Still getting ridden?”

Upon hearing Lightning’s voice, the sub-dragon immediately closed its eyes and covered its head with its arms, refusing to see or hear anything.

Lightning was stumped. With the sub-dragon playing deaf and blind, Lightning’s taunting words and sneering expression would be wasted. It certainly couldn’t force the sub-dragon’s eyes open.

After a few fruitless taunts with no response from the sub-dragon, Lightning could only turn and leave dejectedly. Lord help, the fat one has discovered its counterattack. This couldn’t be fun.

Shamara approached Ange, beginning her greetings from afar: “Hello, Lord Ange, hello, Lord Nage.”

Ange nodded in response, while Negris curiously asked, “What’s with that sub-dragon? Have you tamed it? How did you do it?”

“One has to show them who’s boss. It’s now my pet. Lord Ange, my pet is itchy all over, its scales are falling off. It says that every ten days, the Silver Knights feed it a medicine that relieves its symptoms. I have an inkling of what it is, but I don’t want to approach the Church. Something tells me that you can cure this disease.”

Negris looked at the chubby sub-dragon in surprise, “Surely not, did the Church of Light apply the Corrosion Scar to the sub-dragon?”

“Oh.” Upon hearing of the Corrosion Scar, Ange figured out how to treat it. He ran over and flew around the sub-dragon several dozen times, continuously casting the Face Purification Technique. After casting over a thousand spells, he managed to cure the chubby sub-dragon.

Though it sounds simple, only Ange could cast the second-tier magic with fourth-tier effects, the Face Purification Technique, over a thousand times without feeling winded.

It was an unspoken kind of intimidation. After casting more than a thousand Face Purification Techniques and flying back casually, Shamara’s tone became even more respectful, “Something tells me that the thing which tried to steal my divine power is now in a dimension with strong winds.”

“A dimension with strong winds? The Wind Element Plane?” Negris asked.

“No, the wind in that place only blows at night,” Shamara clarified.

“Ah, I know where it is.”

PS: I’m out, I thought I could write three chapters.