Chapter 342: Chapter 138: Some Daily Injury
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Now, logic and other emotions are on par with each other.
Some bodily instinctual desires are difficult to restrain.
Just like now.
These desires are also a part of me.
Leonard Churchill didn’t feel troubled.
It’s just impolite in the end.
This little Miss Buns is a good girl.
Leonard Churchill thought for a moment and said, “I’m sorry. I…”
He wanted to explain.
Tracy Garcia naturally knew why.
But it was initially unspoken, she could pretend not to see it.
Once he spoke, the expressions of Miss Buns became a bit flustered, responded in a hurry, “It’s okay. I am a doctor…”
While speaking, she felt a bit guilty and didn’t continue.
However, this is not a good sign.
Tracy Garcia seemed to think of something, and seriously said, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, your mental power problem is quite serious…”
“Hmm.”
Leonard Churchill listened, no one knew better than him how severe the problem was.
Tracy Garcia had no solution, thought for a while and said, “Although it was dangerous earlier, at least some negative emotions were vented, which suppressed the mental deformities and slightly eased the situation. But because you have been too restrained in daily life, mental instability will intensify…
While speaking, she stole a glance at Leonard Churchill and casually said,
“Sometimes it’s good to vent a little.Jt helps your condition.”
As soon as she finished speaking, her voice got quieter and quieter.
Despite being a professional advice from the doctor, it seems like her wording led people to misunderstand.
Leonard Churchill heard her clearly though her voice was so quiet.
He knew well about Miss Bun’s kind intentions, but some thoughts were uncontrollable right after waking up.
Tracy Garcia also realized that the atmosphere became even stranger, a faint blush spread on her white neck.
Knowing that the more she speaks, the more she will be misunderstood, she could only continue to apply the medicine.
At this moment, a blast of cold wind blew past, breaking this awkward situation.
Leonard Churchill noticed something, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Because he saw a lazy semi-transparent strange cat lying on the floor of the broken building.
Looking at the five-eyed strange cat the size of a bull, he immediately identified it as the [Yama – Five-eyed Evil Cat] recorded in the books.
It’s a legendary Evil Spirits!
It was labeled as “extremely dangerous” in the books!
All five eyes of the strange cat were staring at him, as if considering whether or not to eat this human spirit.
Leonard Churchill’s hair stood on end.
His body instinctively wanted to enter a battle state.
Tracy Garcia also noticed immediately, probably the cold wind just now was from the cat yawning, she took a glance and quickly reassured, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, don’t worry. It’s my Spirit Object…”
Hearing these words, Leonard Churchill’s face immediately turned very strange, “Your Spirit Object?”
If he remembered correctly, such Evil Spirits are legendary creatures.
Any established ones are at least fourth to fifth tier?
How could Little Miss Buns possibly communicate with the spirits of such Evil Spirits which are so much stronger than her?
Tracy Garcia seemed to know Leonard Churchill’s doubt, but she was also puzzled herself, said, “I don’t know…before…before I wanted to help a little. Then I found this forbidden spell in panic, so I summoned the Spiritual Cat.”
Listening to her explanation, Leonard Churchill felt a twitch in the corner of his eye.
Out of the corner of his eye, he took another glance at the Evil Spirit Cat which gave people a chill down their spine just by looking at it.
This thing…he dared say that if he really moved, he would die instantly. He knew Tracy Garcia had secrets, but this… it seemed too ridiculous. Controlling Evil Spirits far exceeding her own power, was like a tiger that required an iron chain to restrain, was locked by a hemp rope.
Theoretically, it’s impossible!
Unless… there was a problem with Tracy Garcia herself.
Leonard Churchill didn’t ask in detail.
He vaguely felt that this might be the reason why Little Miss Bun’s mother wanted her to escape from the Royal Court.
Her mother didn’t dare to say it openly.
Leonard Churchill thought he’d better not ask much.
To avoid causing big trouble for them both.
Having thought of something, Leonard Churchill skipped the strange cat and asked, “Did you see the content of the scroll again?”
Tracy Garcia also had a helpless expression saying, “Hmm. I can see it occasionally now.”
After hearing this, Leonard Churchill thought of something, “That’s right!” He struggled to sit up, but the soreness in his muscles made it extremely difficult.
Seeing this, Tracy Garcia immediately helped him up.
Leonard Churchill looked and saw all his Storage Ring and pots were beside him.
He picked up one Storage Ring, took out a bronze fragment, and asked, “Tracy Garcia, can you read this?”
Tracy Garcia recognized it at a glance: “Forbidden Law Copper Pieces of the Fifty-two Demon Gods?”
She blinked her big eyes as if surprised, “Mr. Leonard Churchill actually has this thing?!”
Leonard Churchill nodded, “Have you seen it?”
“Yeah.”
Tracy Garcia nodded: “The Royal Court has few fragments. My mother said they recorded the forbidden books of the Fifty-two Demon Gods. They were shattered in ancient times, leaving behind many fragments. It’s a very, very precious thing.”
The difference of family conditions was showing on the cognitive level.
Leonard Churchill cast a hopeful glance.
Ever since he got this fragment, he had always wanted to find someone who could decipher the high-level demon language.
Considering Little Buns can read the mysterious scrolls, maybe she can? However, as Tracy Garcia looked, she shook her head: “I can’t decipher it. Seeing Leonard Churchill’s instantly dimmed expectation, she further explained, “I remember my mother telling me that high-level demon language is not something that lower creatures can understand. This character is not simply a letter, but actually the carrier of the high-level laws. If you do not reach that cognitive level, you cannot perceive the ‘meaning’ of the laws. That’s why when many ancient characters are translated, their meanings become much more complex. A single high-level demon language character might translate into several thousand or hundred thousand words in a common language, and many spells come from this. Yet, even if it’s translated, it’s not its original meaning…”