His heavily wounded body trembled violently, and his strength drained at an alarming rate.
Fluite gasped for breath, forced back step by step by the frail girl.
Slender arms tightly gripping the earthen-yellow trident, Shiya got the illusion that she was using a giant fork to laboriously lift a piece of broccoli that kept twisting and writhing, covered in green sprouts.
The gap in strength still existed.
Fluite caught his breath, and the surging thick vines began to counterattack toward Shiya.
Her originally gentle brows and eyes replaced by coldness, Shiya used the last bit of earthen-
Yellow aura the Old Village Chief had given her, grabbed empty-handed, and boldly pulled a flamethrower out of the dirt.
The heavy firepower Yige’er had left them had all been destroyed when the alchemical boat sank.
But that didn’t mean he didn’t have even more lethal big toys at home.
The girl lifted the ferocious, coldly gleaming nozzle with one hand, aiming it at Fluite, and twisted the metallic switch with the other.
An orange-red flame, like a small dragon, instantly coiled around Fluite’s entire body.
Half-plant Fluite let out a shrill scream, wildly twisting the uncontrolled vines on his body, futilely trying to extinguish the flames.
Accompanied by the stench of burnt wood flooding the nostrils of the two present, the crispy and brittle Fluite was finally baked by Miss Shiya.
The Old Village Chief opened his mouth, intimidated by Shiya’s casual aura as if she were a cook simply preparing ingredients.
At that moment, the girl turned around, fiddling with the flamethrower as if inviting him to dinner.
“Old Village Chief…”
Village Chief Edwin immediately covered his nose and mouth, fanning away the uncomfortable smell of burnt flesh.
“No need, girl. We people of Flower God Village don’t eat such heavy-tasting things.”
Shiya wiped the fragrant sweat from her forehead, threw the flamethrower to the ground, and put her hands on her hips irritably:
“Can you, old sir, stop with those not-at-all-funny dark jokes?”
This inexplicably reminded her of the young lady with the same bad taste.
Shiya suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
It had only been a few days, and not only had she failed to complete the task, she had also bared herself to Her Highness the Princess.
But the young lady probably would never know about this, right? Elena would never go around telling people either. It must be so.
The Old Village Chief’s lips curled up.
He said that to ease the girl’s tension from killing for the first time.
As for the next arrangement, he guessed Miss Shiya wouldn’t accept it so easily.
“Girl, going to the Flower God core is enough for me alone. You’re just an ordinary person; it’s too dangerous for you to go there.”
The girl, as expected, tugged at his sleeve.
“Village Chief Edwin!”
“Shiya, you stay put here. Don’t go anywhere.”
The Old Village Chief rarely became serious, instinctively using a fatherly tone to scold this girl who was too similar to his daughter.
But he clearly misunderstood.
The girl pointed in one direction with her other hand and turned to look at him.
“Look over at the Flower God core, isn’t a small flame rising there?”
Before this, the Fool gritted his teeth, lifted the hatchet with effort, and cleaved through several purple flowers that shot toward him.
His mind in chaos, he still couldn’t figure out why he had come here.
The image of a girl with short chestnut hair appeared in his mind.
The Fool muttered under his breath:
“Mom.”
So Ilya was his mother, and he had to save her?
Fortunately, when the Fool arrived at a violet flower forest and planned to rest, someone finally condescended to show him the way.
“You damn brat, what madness are you up to again? Can’t you let me worry less?”
A middle-aged obese man in a set of leather armor hurried over.
Little purple flowers with sharp fangs gnawed at him, and blood was already seeping through his skin.
Bulu didn’t dare to use his hands to drive away these beings equivalent to Flower God’s messengers; he just wanted to quickly drag his son home.
Seeing his father covered in embarrassment, the Fool’s eyes reddened, and he raised his hatchet to chop at Bulu.
The blade’s light even raised a layer of barely perceptible cyan aura at that moment.
Though far inferior to the Old Village Chief and Fluite, it was enough to create wind pressure, instantly cutting the flowers around Bulu into pieces.
Bulu’s face turned pale with fright, and he slapped the Fool across the face.
“You fool, are you trying to piss me off to death?”
“Offending the Flower God like this, if the deity descends another curse, how many lives do you have to live?”
Without further ado, the man grabbed the Fool by the collar and dragged him outward.
The Fool struggled wildly, his hand still pointing in the direction Ilya had disappeared, muttering continuously.
“I have to save Mom.”
“Your mom is a liar!”
Bulu cursed angrily, his mung-bean-sized eyes glaring, and suddenly shoved the Fool away.
Swish—
But he himself was pierced through the chest by a vine spike that should have ambushed the Fool.
Time froze at that moment.
The man looked at his son, whose features resembled the woman’s.
His nose tingled slightly, and his vision gradually blurred.
Blood sprayed, drenching the Fool’s clothes.
The Fool suddenly roared, swinging the hatchet like a madman, cleaving the vine spike into several pieces.
The man’s body fell straight down, his ragged lungs heaving violently, blood constantly spilling from his mouth and nose.
The shell that supported his irritable and crude exterior collapsed.
Bulu extended a trembling hand, grabbing the Fool’s pant leg.
“Little Hai En, how… how stupid…”
The man’s breath ceased completely.
The Fool stared blankly at all this.
He didn’t understand the concept of life and death, nor did he feel any sorrow.
He wiped the slightly stinging corner of his eye and turned to stride forward.
Along the way, the purple flowers became denser, like endless snakes and insects, burrowing and biting into the Fool’s body, leaving vicious wounds.
He gradually felt exhaustion, his eyelids drooping bit by bit.
In a daze, he glanced up and caught sight of a small chestnut-colored figure deep in the violet flower sea.
Without a moment’s hesitation.
The Fool lunged forward, his hatchet spreading cyan aura that turned into fine wind blades, cutting through the roots binding Ilya’s entire body.
After doing this, the Fool excitedly grabbed her hand, just about to cry out ‘Mom,’ but suddenly stopped.
This girl, who looked a few years younger than himself, could she really be his mother?
“Brother Hai En, have you finally broken the curse and stopped being crazy?”
Ilya’s light blue eyes brimmed with tears, held back with effort.
The right side of his sunken head ached faintly. The Fool remembered—
A delicate woman with pointy ears, using a feather duster to beat Little Hai En.
“All you do is bully little Ilya. Did you finish the alchemy homework I assigned you today?”
“As a boy, you should treat little Ilya, who is a few years younger, like your own sister, understand?”
The Fool covered his head in pain, let out a low groan, and suddenly used the hatchet to chop at little Ilya, who was reaching out to him.
“Get lost!”