Chapter 117: Ninety-nine: Rescue
The Sea Clan is an alliance consisting of Sea Elves, also known as the Nagas, and some other sea Spirits. In the Middle Ages, humans and the Sea Clan fought fiercely against each other, until after the fourth great destruction when the heavily damaged Sea Clan also chose to sign a treaty with humans. Nowadays, the two sides have commercial exchanges. The Spirits in the sea aren’t too bright, and even the Nagas may not be able to fully control them, so the treaty stipulates that if these mindless creatures come ashore and harm humans, humans have the right to hunt them down as retaliation.
Since the treaty was witnessed by the Deities of both sides, there’s little chance of it being reversed. You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours—it’s just how life goes.
"Doesn’t that mean your cousin has a seafood feast?" Everyone in the rest area perked up.
"It’s just some octopus, not really a feast, and besides, if it doesn’t get transported back in time and goes bad, the smell could knock you over," the young man named Gao Gen was sceptical, "I’d rather have dried rat meat. Although tough as hell, when shredded and thrown into the soup, it at least adds some flavor."
Malin was sprawled on the sofa, listening to these apprentices his own age brag was when he was the happiest because it made him genuinely feel young—which was something considering his body had already de-aged a lot, but that still couldn’t compete with the aging of his spirit.
A new squad walked into the lobby, joining the conversation and showing off their prey—some small birds, including a few that were still alive: "Look, these are the Grain-Eating Birds we caught. We took down their leader Spirit, and although they’re a bit small, the soup cooked with them is delicious. We’ve kept these few pairs as breeding stock; if we can successfully breed them, from now on we’ll have tasty bird soup every day."
So there was a chorus of praise in the rest area.
At this moment, Milani, munching on half an eaten fruit, jumped onto Malin’s head, as usual attracting a round of attention,