Chapter 134
Okay, let’s go! Rescue operation: initiate!
I looked out from the helmet of the Living Mail armor I was wearing. The ghost in this thing has already passed on, so it’s a flawless disguise... a heavy one, but still flawless!
In any case, I could see the kitchen where the Ghost Chef, a special D-rank evolution of the Ghost-line, was busy preparing the soup that he was gonna throw Figaro the Small Fengfeng (the little, fat chicken-friend of Lily’s) and Trip the Phoenix Hatchling (Lily’s feathery friend #2) into.
It doesn’t seem like he’s paying me any attention after I entered the room. He must be thinking that I’m here to fetch some food or something (not that I can understand why ghosts need to eat). Then, while acting occupied with some crates, I used [Liquid Control] on the soup the Chef was stirring...
*SPLASH!!*
"GYAAAAA!!!" - Ghost Chef
The ectoplasmic cook shouted in pure agony as gallons of scorching hot, chicken-less soup was forced into his mouth. The Ghost Chef fled from the kitchen with a face that seemed to be from hell (he kinda is).
That’s what you get for being a ghost that can still taste food despite being dead!
I walked to the cages where Polaris and the two birds were kept after seeing the cook disappear into the horizon... or more like rounded the corner, at least. Good enough.
*Craaank...*
Wow, that’s some damn rusty cages. This whole place is either top or bottom-tier and nothing in-between.
*Peck, peck, peck, peck!!*