Chapter 654: Interesting Villa
Just as Michael was about to continue studying, a loud crashing sound echoed through the villa. It was so sudden that the books on his desk trembled slightly and a faint vibration ran through the floor.
Normally, such a noise would have drawn an immediate reaction to Michael because it was his residence, and Spartan because of his duty to protect his master, but neither even looked up.
Michael calmly turned a page. Spartan did not blink, his finger following the line of text as though nothing had happened.
They both already knew what the cause was.
Somewhere in the villa, likely near the kitchen area, Lucky and Lily were up to something again, probably another one of their "culinary experiments."
Michael exhaled softly through his nose, a mix of amusement and resignation flickering in his expression. The last time he had checked on them, the two had been trying to cook what Lucky called a dish.
Lucky’s strange obsession with "tasting" grass had started long ago. Back when Michael first revived him, the wolf-like undead had the odd habit of chewing on grass. But the moment Lucky realized ordinary grass had no flavor, he stopped.
Perhaps it would have ended there.
But Michael, recalling that old habit one day, decided to give the creature a treat. He had found some low-tier Soul Grass, plants that grew naturally in old cemeteries where magic beasts were buried, listed in the school catalog. The quality of Soul Grass varied depending on the strength of the creatures buried beneath it. The higher the grade, the greater its effect on undead.
Michael had only purchased the lowest grade, thinking it would be harmless. It was useless for cultivation but, he thought, it might let Lucky finally taste something again.
That was how the cycle began.
Lucky did not ask for more verbally, but through their spiritual connection, Michael could constantly feel a faint tug. It was a soft, persistent yearning, like a dull ache echoing from the bond they shared.