My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 35 - 33 Mysterious Ritual and Unconventional Items (Please Recommend)
Chapter 35 -33: Mysterious Ritual and Unconventional Items (Please Recommend)
Chapter 35 -33: Mysterious Ritual and Unconventional Items (Please Recommend)
At the entrance of ‘Morning Breakfast’,
The breakfast shop, which should have been empty due to the commute to work, was gathering more people.
However, their goal was not to have breakfast, but to sneak a look at the young girl sitting next to the gray wooden table in the corner.
She was wearing a white short shirt with a cinched waist and puff sleeves, highlighting her voluptuous, narrow-shouldered pear-shaped figure.
Instead of a tie around her neck, there was a red bow, which appeared bright and attractive.
Below the black pleated skirt were a pair of slender legs, covered by white over-the-knee socks, concealing the snow white complexion of her skin.
Silver white hair hung down to her waist, and she carried a small brown bag decorated with a ring of golden tassels.
It was obviously hand-stitched and pricey.
It felt a little out of place, as a girl who looked like a princess should appear at a high-end royal evening banquet, not in such a humble breakfast shop.
And beneath this sexy exterior, she held an expression as indifferent as if it was frozen.
The Abyssal Demonic Eyes floating around her were also fiercely scrutinizing the surroundings, discouraging anyone from coming closer.
This person was none other than Gary Smith’s Student Council President, Dream of the Crimson Moon!
Although they did not dare to approach her, it is human nature to appreciate beauty.
Many people gathered in the shop, bringing liveliness, and in order to avoid embarrassment, they found an excuse to eat another serving of soup dumplings.
The hustle and bustle nearly overwhelmed the shop owner, which almost left behind after-images.
It was really a bitter-sweet situation!
By then, Gary Smith had finished cleaning up and arrived downstairs, wearing a simple black printed short-sleeved shirt.
The usual black, white and grey combo, simple, refreshing, and never out of date.
Looking at Dream of the Crimson Moon in the breakfast shop, his expression was puzzled.
If he remembered correctly, Dream of the Crimson Moon’s home was in the main city district, and even if one calculates the shortest distance, it would still take at least twenty minutes by car to get here.
But Dream of the Crimson Moon arrived in half a minute!
My goodness, even Little Spider, the offspring of the Overlord, can only flicker within a small range and not instant move.
Could this be the arrival of the legendary DouZun strongman, directly tearing through space?
He gasped in surprise!
Or was it that she was exercising every day, and she just happened to pass by when he sent out a text?
But this short skirt and white silk outfit did not look like it was for intense exercise, right?
It could give people an increase in attack speed, though!
Unable to make sense of it, Gary Smith found this strange as it seemed Dream of the Crimson Moon had been waiting early.
Could it be that the President was secretly peeping at him here every day?
“Impossible!
It seems that my recent soul deficit has indeed led me to a bit of neurasthenia.
I’m always suspicious.
If it continues like this, I will sooner or later be gripped by paranoia…”
Dream of the Crimson Moon’s icy demeanor didn’t seem like that of an infatuated girl, it was likely just a coincidence that she passed by.
Dismissing these jumbled thoughts from his mind, he confidently walked straight up and sat down amidst the surprised stares of everyone.
Seeing this familiar human, the Abyssal Demonic Eye remembered what its Beast Master had told it about watching after the master.
It unconsciously wanted to erupt in anger.
However, before it could act, Gary Smith threw it a peeled sour plum candy.
Its big eyes instantly fixated on it, and like a small puppy, it quickly caught it, opening its wide mouth full of sharp teeth, biting down.
A content dispostion appeared on its face.
Whoo~
It tasted so good!
That was enough to let it slide this time.
It pretended not to see.
But it would definitely be on guard next time!
Everyone who saw this scene was filled with envy and jealousy.
Although Gary Smith looked pale, after cleaning up and not being in the dim light of the room, he didn’t look as grim anymore.
On the contrary, he had the appearance of a weak young master.
So being handsome was a big deal after all!
He could get away with dining at a cheap breakfast shop and even had a lady come to save a spot for him!
It seemed that he was indeed quite extraordinary!
A group of people were filled with melancholy from their thoughts.
Reality seemed to suck and no one was brainlessly choosing to confront, and thus they gradually dispersed.
“Boss, can I get two, uh, no, three baskets of soup dumplings, just out of the steamer, and then a bowl of soy…” Gary paused, taking into account Dream of the Crimson Moon’s preferences.
“They have both tofu pudding and soy milk here.
Do you want sweet or salty?
If you don’t like it, they also serve porridge.
They make their own pickles here, crisp and refreshing.”
“Same as you,” Dream of the Crimson Moon responded calmly.
The icy look in her crimson eyes seemed to have subsided somewhat.
Gary Smith didn’t dawdle either as he was already hungry.
He promptly ordered two bowls of salty tofu pudding.
From his point of view, sweet could only apply to soy milk.
To him, sweet tofu pudding was heresy, all of them should be caught and made to plant green onions.
Because there were fewer onlookers, the three baskets of soup dumplings were served quickly and piled up, preventing the ones not yet eaten from cooling down and spoiling the taste.
The top layer of soup dumplings was emanating a rush of heat.
The dumplings had a thin wrapping and were filled with meat.
They were almost translucent from the meat juice, the outer wrapping was dyed a jade color, and it seemed that it could be pricked open with a gentle prodding.
Gary Smith skillfully took out a plastic dipping dish, poured chili and mixed it with vinegar, and was just about to dig in when Dream of the Crimson Moon deftly picked up a soup dumpling with disposable chopsticks, rolled it in his dipping dish, and swallowed it in one bite.
“Ouch—hot!”
Saying something cute with a deadpan expression was just foul play.
Apart from that, she was casually chewing on the dumpling with her cheeks filled up.
She looked like a prideful little hamster that was caught red-handed stealing food, pretending to be indifferent and trying to pass off as cute.
This was an unexpected contrast from the Student Council President!
“Eat slowly, it’s hot, and there’s more.
If that’s not enough, I can order a few more baskets.”
Gary Smith said with a smile.
Although dipping from the same plate was a bit intimate, he didn’t give it much thought.
He assumed that Dream of the Crimson Moon didn’t have many friends, so she had her guard down.
Such misconceptions in life are unwise.
Moreover, is love as appealing as Little Spider?
But speak of the devil, Little Spider smelled the aroma and appeared on the table in the blink of an eye from the void.
The Abyssal Demonic Eye that was eating candy on the side shivered with fear, like facing a formidable enemy.
That faintly discernable terrifying aura made the Abyssal Demonic Eye feel suffocated.
It was like the overlords in the Abyss.
Once they grow up, they can eat it like jelly beans!
Where did this human get such a monstrous pet beast?
Little Spider ignored the shocked big eye next to it, lifted its head to look at the stacked cages higher than itself, sniffed, and revealed a longing expression.
“Such a foodie!”
Smith couldn’t help but laugh.
He picked up a dumpling, dipped it in chili sauce, and gave it to Little Spider, who happily held it and started eating.
Although human food had no effect on it, it still liked it.
Because it was eating with its master!
Gary Smith also ate one.
The soft dumpling skin was very elastic, and the rich scents of green onion and meat burst on the taste buds.
It was undoubtedly as delicious as always.
Dream of the Crimson Moon also got the hang of it.
She took a small bite, then dipped it in chili vinegar.
Her originally rosy lips were covered with a thin layer of grease, looking like she just applied lipstick.
It was delicious.
Smith also couldn’t help but feel a bit parched.
To hide his embarrassment, he changed the subject and said,
“Club President, do you know any Beastmasters who are good at spiritual abilities?
Preferably a Secret Ritual Master who can set up rituals.”
Secret Ritual Masters are one of the extraordinary professions within the Beast Master System, similar to the combination of formation masters and alchemists in the fantasy world.
They can set up different mysterious rituals on people or objects.
The Star Cluster Beast Tower in Abyss City is, in fact, a super huge defensive type of secret ritual core that operates non-stop day and night, preventing monsters from invading the city and protecting the human clan.
Secret Ritual Masters can also engrave extraordinary spiritual scripts and infuse spiritual power into special instruments to create treasures.
Some people make treasures, and naturally, there are also world wonders bred by the world, all of which contain various magical abilities.
Other than that, Gary Smith read about a third type in a personal travel diary from decades ago called [Sealed Items] or [Unconventional Items] that are extraordinary items, but the author only said a sentence “It comes from the unconventional species.” Regarding how sealed items are made and what the unconventional species is, they were directly redacted, seemingly taboo.
Although Smith tried to search for related materials afterward, there was not even a proper introduction.
Everything was 404, and all related content was erased.
The reason he wanted to find a Secret Ritual Master who excels in spiritual abilities was because they generally master mysterious rituals of the same attribute.
The arrival of the Nightmare Demon is probably in this period of time.
Just to be safe, Smith wants to make more preparations.
A success rate of less than a hundred percent,
is not steady enough.
“Hmm, yes, there is, will one at the Golden Peak work?” Dream of the Crimson Moon replied without hesitation, she didn’t ask Smith for the reason and continued, “If that’s not enough, I’ll ask my mother…for help to contact other Secret Ritual Masters.
But it will take a few days.”
“That’s enough, enough!”
For the first time, Smith felt the joy of being kept by a rich woman.
Because Secret Ritual Masters are rare, he initially just wanted to contact one of the Silver Rank.
However, when Dream of the Crimson Moon started speaking, it was a Golden Peak.
Anyhow, the Nightmare Demon hasn’t reached the Morning Star Level yet, and it should be sufficient to deal with it! novelbuddy.cσ๓
Dream of the Crimson Moon had a flicker in her eyes and nodded, “Then let’s go to my place, she is always at home.”
Going to the club president’s house?
Smith was taken aback, but then agreed without much thought.
If that Secret Ritual Master was at home, most likely she was a relative of the club president.
If so, it won’t hurt to visit.
After breakfast, Smith paid the bill and leads Little Spider to the door, planning to buy some fruits as a gift from the fruit shop next door.
Dream of the Crimson Moon’s gaze was lingering on the chopsticks left by Smith and left hanging on the edge of the steamer.
Her eyes showed struggle, and she fell into some kind of dilemma, her pupils already turned into hearts.
This is bad!
Any object that was tainted with his scent had an irresistible attraction to her.
“What to do…
I really want it…”
Dream of the Crimson Moon glanced around with her peripheral vision and found that the few remaining people were all concentrating on their breakfast, nobody was paying attention to her.
She steeled her heart, reached out her hand to grab the chopsticks and quickly put it in her bag, with a Polaroid camera and a lot of photos.
The fleeting figure in the photos looked somewhat similar to Gary Smith.
After doing all this, an embarrassed blush appeared on her aloof face, and she quickly rose and left.
This scene was witnessed by the landlady, who was about to come and clean up the tables.
She was shocked and stood agape for a long time, before she couldn’t help but sigh,
“Such a good girl, and she turned out to be a perv…”
