My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 216 - 214: I Have Horns On My Head (Below)_1

Chapter 216: Chapter 214: I Have Horns On My Head (Below)_1

After a while, Little Loach finally answered: So ugly!

Owen Bertram let out a sigh of relief. You almost scared me to death. He jumped into the water, forcefully pulling up Elder Brother by his whiskers!

Speaking of strength, Owen Bertram was no match for Elder Brother. But Elder Brother, he has no respect for the ethics of a fair fight, pulling my whiskers like that, it hurts so much.

This time, Owen Bertram finally got a clear look at the newly sprouted horn of Elder Brother.

"Hahaha---" Elder Brother laughed carelessly, pouring salt onto his younger brother’s fresh wound.

Little Loach groaned, its upper body raised, and it plunged headfirst into the mud: I don’t want to live anymore!

What’s its size? As its head hit the ground, the earth shook fiercely. Owen Bertram jumped up six feet high!

Little Loach buried its head in the mud and refused to come out.

Owen Bertram hastily comforted it, but he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle like a mother hen.

Little Loach, with such a majestic body, grew a slender, straight, snowy and gentle horn - like the unicorn Owen Bertram had in his previous life.

A completely opposite feeling, like the contrast between black and beautiful.

No wonder Little Loach feels so ugly and couldn’t face people; and why Owen Bertram couldn’t stop laughing.

While the elder brother was comforting continually, Little Loach kept on burrowing into the mud. Owen Bertram patted it: "All right, all right, don’t you think it’s strange? Why did you grow a horn out after eating the jade seal?"

Elder brother had had a bump on his forehead for a long time.

"Who exactly was the owner of this jade seal?"

Elder Brother stayed silent, while Owen Bertram tried to divert the topic: "Hey, after growing this horn, have you noticed any other changes? Like the Golden Scales, could you always hear those praying voices?"

Little Loach shook its head subconsciously. Its head in the ground, causing the whole earth to sway with it.

"It seems that one has truly perished."

Suddenly, Little Loach felt a strong itch - Owen was actually tickling him!?

Unable to restrain itself, half of its body sprung out from the mud, ready to headbutt Elder Brother with its horn.

Owen Bertram repeatedly waved his hands: "Stop messing around. I’m just taking a look at your belly to see if any claws are coming out."

"I didn’t feel any claws about to emerge. But your belly is full of fat - big and round. Have you gained weight again? Can’t you just eat a little less?"

Little Loach turned its head away in anger, ignoring him.

Owen Bertram smiled and coaxed him: "Alright, alright, don’t be upset. I’ve got some great stuff this time. I’ll feed you some tomorrow."

Only then Little Loach showed some spirit, it crawled back into the gourd and stuck its head back out, looking pitifully at Elder Brother: What’s there?

Owen Bertram seemed somewhat troubled now. Too many choices can sometimes be a problem. What should I feed Elder Brother tomorrow?

There were plenty of Spiritual Pills and Treasure Materials.

But these are useful to me and may not be enough to support my improvement to Dao Tower Realm Great Perfection.

"The Seven Dao Soldiers!" Owen Bertram took them out, and Little Loach inside the gourd nodded repeatedly, instantly uplifting its mood.

After the brothers had settled the matter, Owen Bertram hung the gourd around his waist, preparing to go back. But then, Elder Brother suddenly said to him: Change the sand.

Owen Bertram peered into the gourd and nodded. Indeed, it was time to change it...

So after he returned, the first thing he did was find Matthew: "There are some things you don’t need to ask how they came about and you don’t need to know.

These are good things for ordinary cultivators, think of a way to sell them."

Matthew immediately "understood" that these were probably "junk" that Mr. Owen doesn’t need. But given Mr. Owen’s rank, this "junk" is a treasure to ordinary cultivators, like himself.

"I obey, I’ll arrange it right away."

...

The Summit Guard Post is not far from Darnell Manor. The news of the Henry Case is constantly flowing in.

Acting on behalf of the Imperial Court, Abner Lane repeatedly bargained with some of the military chiefs under Prince Henry’s command. However, a few big battles broke out in the end - after all, there were fellows who put up a desperate resistance. But Abner Lane personally held the fort. Also, inside the imperial court, Adonis Dunn was working for him. The court’s military quickly quelled the rebels.

Seeing Henry’s Territory being gradually brought under control, the day of Owen Bertram’s departure was getting closer.

The next day, during the day, Owen Bertram fed the "Seven Dao Soldiers" to Elder Brother.

He was hoping that Elder Brother could come up with a new method of crafting Dao soldiers, to enhance the Dao soldiers’ bodies. His own power was continually increasing, and the Dao soldiers were starting to lag behind.

Little Loach didn’t finish digesting all day, and at night, Owen Bertram attached his soul to Little Loach again, with a roll in the river, he spread his huge body and appeared outside the Ghost Zone.

Inside the Ghost Zone, the King of Souls and the Lord of the Skeleton Sea appeared together. The left and right envoys opened the Ghost Account: "Welcome the Respected Master!"

The two giants prostrated themselves on the large blue stone slab near the water, especially the King of Souls, who had not seen the envoy for a long time due to his retreat, and his entire body trembled with excitement.

Little Loach slid onto the blue stone slab in one swift move - this place was no longer Butcher Maxwell’s home.

The Lord of the Skeleton Sea had given his trusted minister a new house, completely with the purpose of demolishing the original building and constructing a new archway specifically to welcome the envoy.

Little Loach’s gaze fell on the King of Souls, his eyes carrying a faint gold color, making the King of Souls dare not slacken. He controlled his trembling ghostly body and remained motionless.

As expected, the Master spoke: "This retreat was half-hearted."

The King of Souls bowed in shame: "It’s my dullness, I was unable to fully comprehend the deep meaning pointed out by the Master."

He had already become a Tier-6 Ghost and had been stuck at this level for thousands of years. Coming out of this retreat, he finally advanced a small step forward. He was initially quite satisfied, but as soon as the Master spoke, King of Souls was immediately shamed: Yes, how can I be complacent about this small accomplishment?

Compared with the Respected Master, I’m still too shallow.

Master spoke again: "This time I’ve come to see the growth here."

Without delay, the King of Souls replied: "Master’s timing is perfect, we were about to report to you, according to the plan, the first Grand Gathering at the Ghost Market will be held in a couple of days. We hope that the Master can personally preside over it. There may still be areas we have not considered thoroughly and we will need the Master’s guidance."

"You guys have done well, don’t worry, this first Grand Gathering is crucial. I will surely come."

"Thank you, Master." King of Souls and the Lord of the Bone Sea were delighted.

Master spoke again: "After the Grand Gathering, there should be a great advancement here. If the results are as I expect, you will be entitled to call yourselves my subordinates in future."

"In addition to you, I have other followers, all with strength surpassing this Ghost Zone. If you encounter them in the future, inform each other of your affiliations to avoid misunderstandings. You would be at a disadvantage."