Chapter 820: The Effect of the Phoenix Potion
Convincing the Matagot was incredibly easy. Kyle had only asked once, promising a daily supply of meat jerky, and Shackle leapt onto his shoulder without a second thought. The whole thing happened so smoothly it was almost surreal.
Behind him, Lochneal watched, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Even though he’d already agreed, the scene still made him feel a bit stifled—couldn’t Shackle have at least hesitated for a moment? To anyone else, it would look like Kyle had raised the creature himself.
With that, Lochneal simply shut the door—out of sight, out of mind.
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On the other side, Kyle, thrilled with his new companion, returned to the magical fountain, where he found Kanna sitting on a bench, writing something non-stop.
"What are you working on?" he asked as he walked over.
"Just a few potentially useful potion formulas," Kanna said, putting away her parchment. "All done talking?"
"Yeah." Kyle smiled without thinking. "I have to say, it was a really productive visit."
He gave her a brief rundown of everything that had happened that afternoon, leaving Kanna genuinely surprised.
"That’s a Matagot we’re talking about—a rare magical creature native to France—and he just gave it to you?"
"He lent it to me," Kyle corrected. "I’ll have to return him later."