Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 625 A fulfilled wish
While those two talkative slobs stood beneath the golden bells, Mimi was doing something more meaningful and grown-up.It has no interest in that broken bell that cannot be rung.No, it has long passed the age of playing with simple toys, and it also despises such lazy cats who have no pursuit.A truly great hunter, it only uses its fearsome skills on serious and brutal hunting occasions, and eats them absolutely fresh.

Now it's invisible.During those moments of chatter between the two Talking Things, it hid nimbly in the corner of the platform, watching the struggle outside with its eyes of wisdom that could only see through secrets.It was a strange fight that it had not yet encountered, but nothing could surprise a great cat.Behind a veil of visions, it sees fire and water, life and death, light and shadow.

Xiaomi.So said the Whitebeard Master Trainer.Be on the lookout for signs, for comets are the manifestations of signs.The imprint of the folding of the world, the signpost of destiny.It is rare to be favored by Comet, because this power originally belongs to Yukong Mountain, the Lord of the Silent Forest, Shubrigaya of the Sisterhood, the witch king who lives in the bird's claw house.It was she who created the Comet Witch, Shuda Klump, with whom your ancestors made a pact to become the most famous hero in his hometown.Use your eyes well, for that is a great sign of life and death in the universe.

Of course, it replied.It is the only one of all cats trained to call comets.That means it's incredibly talented.Though Whitebeard's master trainer only taught it for a short time: he led it down a gray and foggy path to a palace full of mirrors.Every life brought by the comet is reflected in every mirror inlaid with flowers, and every death brought by the comet is reflected in the mirror inlaid with pearls.When it looked left and right at those mirrors curiously, it naturally learned how to spy on the tide of dreams.Meow can see everything.Meow can observe everything.It can see even more than the Whitebeard Master Trainer.

Too bad it didn't have a chance to verify this.The Whitebeard Master Trainer always appears alone, and comes and goes without a trace.And after it knew how to let others see the comet, he never appeared again, and was never mentioned by anyone.Stupid mews might dismiss him as a nap dream, but it's clear that Whitebeard's Master Trainer is absolutely real.Much more than the things it tore apart.He is not easy to deal with, at least, that old thing is very good at hiding and dodging.

It even suspects that those who feed and train it on a daily basis are not aware of its existence.Those stinkers would just tell it to look at this, then look at that, drink some potion that smells like urine, and ask it if its eyes are itchy.That was useless of course, only the hunting lessons were okay.They taught it how to use weapons, and high jumps and ambushes—that was bullshit, it didn't need them to teach it, and when it got big enough, it could easily do better than any of them.

You can eat all those stinky stuff.certainly.It thought so too.But the food they serve is still very proper, and they also know how to make spices and massages, and there are all kinds of things for recreation and training.Those who ask it to do it by itself are boring.It just likes to hunt, and then go back to the den to have a good rest and do nothing.

This is a special hunt.It thought, licking its paw.It was actually special from the start.The hunting application was handed in by a regular customer, and the pay was only enough for the particularly crappy ones to do it.But then Feeding the People received a second hunting application.It was written on a very old leather paper tied with a bloodstained ribbon, and came with an anonymous deposit account established through the city of Kebe.Same goal—but with 160 times more pay and deposit.This generosity adds only one special requirement: the guest has assigned it to the task.

It is only dispatched for the most special targets.It stands to reason that the down-and-out pirates running around can't do it.But the price was too high.Those damn fools offered it all kinds of food and prey, furry, or cubs crawling around naked with red skin.There must be something special about the prey this time. The feeding people assured it that they could open such a high-value anonymous account in Kebei City, and they also sent letter paper stained with dragon blood. Maybe the second guest was a White Tower mage. Woolen cloth!They coaxed it, begged it, and knelt down to brush it for ten hours.There is a difference between machines and manual work.

And this time the prey was indeed special—the dwarf was a fire spirit.It guesses like this.The Whitebeard trainer also mentions the fire element.On the trail of gray mist, he told the story of its ancestors, the great master of elements active in that mysterious land, and all kinds of strange species.

It's not interested in the past at all.Meow just doesn't like old-fashioned things.But the white beard trainer told it that in order to become a truly great hunter, its ancestors must hunt poisonous dragons and snakes, or complete the entrustment of element masters, so that they will get dragon snake teeth or elemental crystals, proving that they are unique hunter.It is very difficult to accomplish such a task, and the white beard training master pointed out that most of the hunters trained by its feeding people can't do it.But of course, the Killer Xiaomi is special, and it not only can do it, but it can do it better.

A greater proof.It is more difficult than the poisonous dragon snake, or the treasure that the master of the elements wants to find.If it can complete such a task, it proves that it is the greatest hunter, a real cat among cats.What kind of mission would make it greater than the old dead stuff?Of course, that is the Master of the Hunting Elements!
All things became clear.It continued to lick its paws.All this arrangement is straightforward.It even knows who did it.On the Path of Gray Mist, in the Palace of Mirrors, in the dark, undercurrent eyes of the Whitebearded Master Trainer.His secretive smile and unhurried words have already revealed the plan.Those aimless chats suddenly made sense.

Elemental spirits cannot be killed by shells or swords.He had said so to it.But they can think, and they can feel.They possess what might be tentatively called "minds" or "selfs," and so it is entirely possible to injure them—tactful use of comets, but even more tactful use of circumstances.

It has already made a mistake.In the first meeting, it failed to immerse the other party in the hallucination of the comet, but caused itself to fall into the curse of the elements.It has a hideous red feather growing out of one of its eyes, so that comets cannot manifest in it.This curse must be undone.No matter what method is used, it will destroy this little fire element.

Now, the perfect time finally presented itself.In the depths of a swamp rippling with death, it saw the real image of the little fire elemental, that fiery and sharp behemoth, that ancient and formless concept monster.He was wrestling with a poisonous dragon snake spraying death mist.His death and rebirth cycled repeatedly in Meow's sight.No secret escapes the hunter's eyes.When this fight is over, the remaining one will be weaker than ever.That would be a perfect hunting time.

(End of this chapter)