Alas, that's how it is. When Old Gu shielded me from the pursuit of the evil lord and suffered severe injuries to protect me, it led to issues with his body. His natural magic, once cast through his physical form, is no longer possible. Only his ancestral skill of constructing building scrolls remains.
Ye Sangeng, in anguish, pounded his chest and, at a 45-degree angle, cried out to the sky, "It's all my incompetence! If only I were stronger, my family wouldn't have perished at the hands of that evil lord, and I wouldn't be unable to return home. Alas!"
Weng Ling, with reddened eyes, evidently moved by Ye Sangeng's tale of escape from the evil lord, commented, "No wonder he wants to be the underground controller of Lorran City; it seems he intends to secretly accumulate power for revenge!"
All lords' names are public, and if Ye Sangeng accepts the imprint mark, it is highly likely that his enemies will discover him.
Change his name?
The grand True Words of the Holy Silver Church are not easily deceived.
"But this guy managed to gain the loyalty of a legendary natural mage, even though he forgot all about magic. It's still enviable luck!" Weng Ling sniffled and respectfully bowed to Old Gu, who was holding a milk jug.
Not for his strength, but for his sacrificial spirit in not giving up on Ye Sangeng despite severe injuries, Weng Ling felt admiration.
"What's the name of that evil lord? I can help you investigate, and I can even file a complaint with the Holy Silver Church," Weng Ling offered.
Although, due to the laws of the Tianwei Empire, she would automatically sever ties with the Holy Silver Church upon becoming a lord, she was still aware of some of the Church's regulations. In cases of oppressive lords, if the situation escalated too much, the Holy Silver Church would have the right to investigate to prevent a peasant uprising.
"Eh?" Ye Sangeng was momentarily stunned; how would he know the made-up name of the evil lord, and would Weng Ling really investigate it?
"No! His influence is too significant! I'm worried you'll get involved. Besides, I want to take revenge myself!" Ye Sangeng gritted his teeth, expressing a deep-seated hatred.
"Is that so, alas," Weng Ling shook her head. "Do as you wish, but if there's anything I can help with, don't hesitate to ask. Just don't force yourself, understand?"
"Rest assured, a man who has left home knows how to take care of himself!" Ye Sangeng patted his chest.
"Nonsense! Taking care of himself? Let me ask you, how many meals have you had today? If Bede hadn't mentioned that your food was finished, I wouldn't even know!" Weng Ling walked over to Bede, who was approaching with a smile, and took the lunch box from him, tossing it into Ye Sangeng's arms.
"Take it! But there's not much food left in the city. Tomorrow, I'll go and purchase some more. Any preferences?" Ye Sangeng looked at the pink wooden lunch box in his hand, finding it somewhat strange.
Without questioning him, Weng Ling raised her eyebrows. "Alright, I know! Eat quickly; it'll get cold later."
"Hey, don't you need money from me?" Ye Sangeng wondered.
"Humph! Do you think I'm stingy like you? Forget about the meal cost and the purchasing fee; I'll deduct it from the money I earned by selling armor. You can relax," Weng Ling said, giving him a disdainful look.
Ye Sangeng pursed his lips. Weng Ling, such an honest person, had actually learned to talk about money. Even in the face of life and death, she wanted to discuss payment!
Rolling his eyes, Ye Sangeng opened the lunch box, and a rich aroma wafted into his nose, making even an undead like him momentarily salivate.
He had looked in the mirror before and wasn't sure which branch of the undead he belonged to. Zombies had mild pain sensitivity and wouldn't rot, but he didn't have an extreme bloodthirsty desire like vampires. If he had to find the closest match, he felt more like a self-fallen undead, similar to a famous death knight.
Retaining the body of the living while gaining the characteristics of the undead, hovering between life and death, seeming alive but dead.
But he remembered crawling out of a coffin, in a cemetery that had been around for hundreds of years; that was strange.
However, none of this was as important as the box of food in front of him. It had been a long time since he felt that tantalizing sensation of hunger.
Ye Sangeng took out a small spoon from the lunch box and scooped a bite into his mouth. His eyes widened, and tears almost burst forth:
It was incredibly delicious!
Just ordinary smoked meat wheat rice and a half-cut boiled egg, yet it was so tasty that it brought tears to his eyes!
No wonder Bede had informed Weng Ling about him not eating; it turns out he wanted him to taste this deliciousness.
"Hehe, tasty, right? Sister Weng's cooking skills are amazing. With such simple ingredients, she can make such delicious food! By the way, let me tell you something else; that egg is the last one, even we didn't get to eat it!" Bede chuckled, covering her mouth.
"She has injuries, so giving her a little extra is only right!" Weng Ling avoided Ye Sangeng's gaze, her face turning red, but she saw the goblins working diligently in the distance.
"What about their food? Do they need to buy together?" she asked.
Summoned creatures are divided into two types: spatial contract and reality contract. Ye Sangeng's goblin summoned creatures clearly belonged to the latter category, so they definitely needed to eat.
"Oh, them? No need; just give them some water. They won't starve," Ye Sangeng said.
Weng Ling:...
Are you a devil?
Working every day and not providing food?
Even if they are goblins and a bit ugly, there's no need for such cruelty, right? They are your summoned creatures!
Weng Ling gave Ye Sangeng a disdainful look, but after all, they were his summoned creatures, and she didn't have much affection for goblins, so she didn't say anything more.
At most, when she went shopping, she would personally buy some cheap black bread for them.
Ye Sangeng quickly finished his meal, and not a grain of rice or drop of soup remained. Although he couldn't be satiated, even a houseful of food wouldn't satisfy him, as he absorbed rather than digested. Still, that lingering feeling of wanting more made him a bit itchy.
Looking at the pink lunch box in his hand, he casually grabbed a piece of animal skin from a passing goblin and carefully wiped away the oil stains from the lunch box. Then he handed it back to Weng Ling.
"Here, I don't have clean water, so it can only be done like this. Don't be disgusted!"
Weng Ling mechanically took the lunch box, which now carried the sour stench of goblin, thinking that it was better not to wipe it!
Is your nose fake? You didn't even smell
that?
After using all his strength to calm himself down, Weng Ling turned around and pulled Bede's wrist:
"Since there's nothing else, Bede and I will go back to sleep. The night is deep. See you tomorrow."
"Wait!" Ye Sangeng suddenly grabbed Bede's other hand.
"She can't leave. Tonight, she has to sleep with me!"