After playing for a while, Little Loach suddenly remembered: Eh? I'm not here to play, am I? That's right, Elder Brother has something for me to do.
It curled up in a circle in the lava and raised its head to look at the Element-devouring Bees: Sure enough, the things Elder Brother told me to sense are these little bees.
But where are the delicious high-grade Magical Instruments? Where are they?!
However, this lava is really tasty! Little Loach once again lowered its head and took a few big gulps - if Owen Bertram were to attach his soul at this moment, he would surely share Little Loach's sentiment: It's like that first cup of hot milk tea on a cold autumn day when the wind suddenly picks up.
Little Loach burped contentedly and raised its head again: I found what Elder Brother asked me to find, but what should I do next? Elder Brother didn't say.
