The Voice of the Dogfish

Chapter 90 The Voice of the Dogfish

Inside the Herbal Academy's black market restaurant, the air was filled with the warm aroma of buttered meat and toasted bread.

A large magic screen is embedded in the restaurant wall, currently playing the latest promotional slogan. A few seconds later, the slogan disappears and is replaced by a hilarious animated short about night herons.

The night heron in the picture sometimes transforms into a swallow, sometimes into a sparrow, and sometimes back into its original ugly-cute appearance.

Just like me.

Lynn cut off a piece of meat patty and slowly, very slowly, put it into his mouth.

With the new vines unlocked, the variety of their forms increases once again.

This is truly a wonderful thing; Lynn hasn't been this happy in a long time.

With the tremendous progress made in magic, he even wanted to sing the praises of the greatness of wizarding civilization.

Looking at the convenient communication, abundant resources, and modern and technologically advanced creations, Lynn felt for a moment that, for today only, he could probably handle any solemn program playing on the screen with composure.

After finishing the meatloaf, Lynn quickly ordered from the menu: "Steak, potato noodles, broccoli, special corn on the cob, and cream of mushroom soup."

"Give me two more servings of each."

The waiter nodded and was about to turn and leave when Lynn added another sentence.

"I want it perfectly cooked. Not a single bit raw."

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"Yes, sir." The waiter didn't ask any further questions, just made a note in his notebook, and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

After eating too much cold food, Lynn now insists on eating everything fully cooked. Eating only fruit increases her magic power quickly, but it always feels like something is stuck to her stomach.

On the other side of the table, the stranger was looking at the bustling students outside with a hint of envy.

As a formal wizard, he hadn't been that relaxed in a long time.

"You've gone to so much trouble." The man turned around, waved his hand, and said, "I just ate at the worm research institute, so I won't need to."

Lynn was so hungry he was dizzy, and he hadn't planned to give him anything in the first place.

But this man's name was Finn, a formal wizard. He had a powerful aura and looked somewhat gloomy.

Lynn decided not to ruin the somber atmosphere he had worked so hard to create.

"Please do as you please."

Before long, the meal, heated by fire magic, was served.

Lynn touched the edge of the plate with his hand. Although the plate was hot, he didn't feel any stinging.

"Could I have my drink? I'm a little thirsty," I said, taking a sip. The man across from me picked up a glass from the table.

That's really presumptuous of me.

Lynn raised her head and looked at the impolite man.

The man drank some juice and began to speak at length: "Years ago, I was an apprentice at the Herbal Academy, about thirty years ago, and I was your classmate. You can call me senior. Of course, if you think I'm too old, you can just call me by my name."

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"Senior."

According to Finn himself, a few days after Professor Skinner returned, the Worm Institute held a large-scale dissection experiment, inviting several formal wizards to dissect and study the various parts of the scaled pike separately.

The professor from the home campus explained that the mechanical worms of the mechanical world and the mandragora worms of the vine world are both inferior variants of the pike, and are intricately related to them. With the goal of understanding and reconstructing the "Mandragora" worm, Finn, who came from both academies, joined the research team.

Lynn noticed that Finn's aura was the most outward-looking among the formal wizards he had ever seen; his magic was like a thin layer of smoke clinging to his skin, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

"I came to ask you some details about the scaled pike."

After learning Finn's purpose, Lynn chewed on a potato and recalled, "They were very weak at the time, like they were about to die... I can't go into too many details."

"They had ribbon-like appearances and broken bodies. Their magic level didn't seem high either; I won in hand-to-hand combat..."

"Okay, I understand."

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Finn nodded, confirming that Lynn was indeed the same Lynn, and then continued to recount his experiences.

The college was quite generous to him, giving him a pike eyeball.

To speed up the research, he took the eyeball home that night.

Finn choked up at this point.

"I never expected that just a little bit of magic would bring that thing to life. It burrowed into the foreheads of my family members."

"Although I removed it, my family members were affected by the magic contained in that eye and have not yet recovered."

"But doesn't the academy have a dedicated treatment facility?" Lynn interrupted him.

"She's too young. I don't want her to get hurt. Professor Aigard told me that you and Joe from the Alchemy Institute might be able to counter this spell without harming her. But Joe has already gone to another planet. I have no choice but to turn to you. If you can heal my daughter, as payment, I can teach you my specially modified techniques of 'Woodening' and 'Decay.' Please, you must save my daughter."

Even legitimate wizards are begging him.

Lynn put down his knife and fork, looked down at the plate where most of the food was still left. What could he do? But "Senior Finn, I can only take a look first. I can't guarantee anything if I'm not sure." He wiped his mouth with a napkin, folded it, and placed it on the edge of the plate. "Let's leave after we finish eating."

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Mealtimes are always pleasant, Lynn burped and prepared to get up.

At this moment, the image on the restaurant screen has changed, and a round, plush worm-like doll is spinning in the center of the screen.

"A limited-edition electric worm plush toy based on the story of the three pioneers who reclaimed a planet! Now available for limited release!"

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Lynn was taken aback.

"What's wrong, Lynn?"

"without."

Lynn's expression was priceless.

He was on the verge of breaking down and holding on.

For commercial reasons, the doll's tentacles and round belly were made too cute, making it seem like a completely different species from the electric worms that actually live on the planet Dune.

This is nothing.

What really made Lynn break down was that the creature in the picture wasn't an electric worm.

Its short body and powerful writhing movements clearly indicate that it is a flying staff that has not been enchanted.

Moreover, Lynn was staring at the flying stick.

I was in a daze for a moment.

The smooth, round shape of the flying stick, the lively little expressions, and the higher level of social interaction.

It's clearly not an ordinary flying stick.

If ordinary throwing sticks were this good, they would have had their own civilization long ago.

It's worth noting that the flying stick itself is so mobile that this is not impossible.

But as Lynn continued to examine it more closely...

He froze.

Because that guy was a special flying stick whose body had been partially severed by Lynn.

The dwarf in the flying stick.

"Two-thirds?"

Unlike Lynn's surprise and unease, several girls around thirteen or fourteen years old outside the store stomped their feet in dissatisfaction upon hearing the sounds of the program inside.

The leader, wearing a light yellow dress, quickly scanned the restaurant after entering, walked up to the screen, stretched out her fist, gritted her teeth, and threw a punch.

The screen swayed precariously in the force of her punch.

But just as she was about to succeed, she saw Finn, so she put her hands behind her back and took a half step back.

"Dad! Dad! What are you doing here?"

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"Child, you..."

Seeing that Finn remained unmoved, the girl walked to the table, put her hands on her hips, and said coquettishly:

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"Didn't you promise to take me to see Falvi, the strongest student at the Alchemy Academy? Come with me now."

Lynn observed the strange girl in silence.

The girl's gaze also turned to Lynn, and she looked him up and down.

The two were at loggerheads.

Who is this person next to you? Can you move away from him?

Lynn heard the girl give a cold snort.

They seemed to disregard him, the man who had tamed the pike.

But Lynn saw it clearly. Deep within her pupils, right in the center of that small circle of iris, a very thin, dark green ray of light was slowly rotating.

That's a symbol of the pike.