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Amon gazed in the direction Ming Hong had left, and a viscous, slightly fishy-smelling drop of fresh blood slowly emerged in his palm.
This was inadvertently brought out by the Flame of Destiny when it was clearing the fire poison for Ming Hong.
As a magical beast, and one that had Parasite-d many other magical beasts, Amon was extremely familiar with the components of magical beasts in blood.
In Ming Hong's bloodline, there were traces of snake and eagle magical beasts. Perhaps his full name should be… Xu Ming Hong.
The layout of Eagle Tooth City's outer city appeared quite chaotic, clearly not having been well-planned during its construction.
The roads were winding and complex; in less than five minutes, he had walked into a dead end for the third time.
Amon was not annoyed, slowly retreating to find a new path.
Upon reaching a market, the roads became narrower, with vendors on both sides occupying a considerable portion of the street.
The shops on either side displayed a dazzling array of goods. Amon casually swept over them with his spirit power, finding nothing particularly special.
What interested him more than the goods were the merchants from the northern continent.
They came in various forms: centaurs with human upper bodies and horse lower bodies; half-serpents whose bodies were human, but their necks and backs were serpentine, with heads returning to human form; and also half-fish people who looked like normal humans but had fins at their ears…
"Is this what the barbarians who have fused with magical beasts are like… They're practically half-beasts. But it's said that the orthodox fusion method should only involve fusing beast souls…
"Fusing with the magical beast's body as well was created and developed by the Mohists… It seems the Mohists in the northern continent have developed quite well."
Amon gently stroked his monocle, thinking to himself.
After wandering for most of the day, he looked up at the sky, which was still a clear blue, but much dimmer.
He softly murmured to himself, "Counting the time, it should already be night, but it's like daytime here. Is light stored and released through some special method?"
After wandering for a while longer, the initial sense of novelty gradually faded. Amon jumped onto the top of a Attic and looked out at the white buildings in the center of the city.
The Lightning Turtle's massive body gradually shrank, becoming a palm-sized turtle that rested on Amon's shoulder.
He glanced at the sky; there were many flying magical beasts outside the city, but no flying people or magical beasts above the city's buildings.
"Hmm… there's probably a regulation prohibiting flight." Amon hopped and skipped across the rooftops, drawing angry curses from those he disturbed.
Fighting was not prohibited in Eagle Tooth City's outer city, nor was flying, but flying over someone's head easily caused disputes, so most people preferred to walk.
Amon's behavior of jumping over people's rooftops was not much better than flying directly over them.
Several knives flew from the courtyard below. Amon paused, deftly turned, dodged these attacks one by one, and then continued hopping forward.
Arriving before the central white buildings, towering stone high-rises were tightly packed together, extending outwards in a circle, serving a function similar to a city wall.
The road leading to the inner city already had a long queue, and at the front of the line was where the Xu Family sold tickets for the spatial wormhole.
There were two different ticketing methods: one was to take a spatial ship arranged by the Xu Family, with fees charged per person. The other was for those who owned their own spatial ships, with fees charged based on the size of the spatial ship.
Additionally, the second method also required an extra entrance fee depending on the number of people. The entrance fee for the first method was already included in the ticket price and did not require separate payment.
For most scattered individuals, purchasing a ship ticket was more economical, while the second method was more suitable for merchant caravans. Of course, some wealthy individuals who preferred to travel alone would also choose the second method.
Jumping down from the rooftop, Amon honestly joined the end of the queue.
"Aren't you going to sneak in?" the Worm of Spirit asked, controlling the Lightning Turtle's body.
"How could you have such a terrible idea? I am a law-abiding person." Amon curled his lips, forming a smile.
"…"
The Lightning Turtle was silent for a moment, then said, "You're lying to Amon."
The queue had not moved for a long time, and whispers rose among the crowd, with the sounds of dissatisfaction growing louder.
"People of the Xu Family, quickly give us an explanation!"
"Exactly, making me wait here like a The Fool, what do you mean?"
"Are you still selling these tickets or not? We came all this way, not to be played for The Fools."
"Everyone, please calm down, please calm down… I only received a notice to temporarily stop selling tickets. I'm not clear about the specific situation, but I imagine a clan elder will come later to inform everyone of the reason." A person from the Xu Family tried hard to maintain order.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, clearly under considerable pressure facing the agitated crowd.
After a while, a thin man in light yellow clothes, about fifty years old with gray hair, walked out.
The aura of a High-level Dou Emperor slowly permeated the air, instantly quieting the crowd. He cupped his hands towards the crowd and said loudly:
"This old man is Xu Renshan. Everyone, I apologize, there's a small problem with the spatial wormhole, and we are currently working on repairs.
"Although the problem is not very serious, spatial travel is no small matter. A slight mishap could endanger the lives of everyone on board, and I believe no one wishes to see such a situation occur.
"Therefore, out of responsibility for everyone's safety, we have decided to temporarily stop selling ship tickets. If anyone has their own spatial ship and truly has an urgent need to use the wormhole, we will not stop them; they can simply pay the normal price.
"However, for these safety issues, our Xu Family will not be responsible. Whatever happens, you bear all consequences."
Seeing that Xu Renshan had explained everything and his attitude was also quite good, the dissatisfaction among the crowd gradually subsided. After all, no one wanted to risk their own lives.
"May I ask, Clan Leader Xu, when will this spatial wormhole likely be repaired?" someone asked.
Xu Renshan looked troubled and said hesitantly, "I can't say for sure. It could be a few weeks at the shortest, or several months at the longest."
Without a definitive answer, the crowd was slightly disappointed and gradually dispersed.
Amon twitched his lips and "tsk"ed: "Alright, whenever I need to use a spatial wormhole, something unexpected always happens. Does this count as protagonist treatment for me?"
The Lightning Turtle thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps because our current race is a Worm of Spirit, we are enjoying the treatment of a 'The Fool'."
After the crowd left, Amon did not. He stepped forward, looked at Xu Renshan, and asked, "What might be the consequences of using this problematic spatial wormhole?"
Xu Renshan shook his head: "I am only a Dou Emperor; my understanding of spatial power is limited. With good luck, you might arrive smoothly. With worse luck, you might be teleported to a place beyond your destination. There's also a chance of encountering spatial turbulence and being directly buried within the spatial passage."
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