Chapter 394: Siluo’s Unreliable Conjecture
Covered in resentment, Siluo gritted her teeth and raised the butcher knife in her hand, bringing it down on the bear’s head with a vengeance. The ferocity was 100% as if she was treating the bear’s head as the head of a certain ogre, though it was unknown whether she wanted to chop the bigger one or the smaller one.
With one strike, the incredibly smooth feeling immediately stunned Siluo.
Based on the experience accumulated over her long lifespan, Siluo gave the heavy broadsword in her hand a very high rating. At least in terms of sharpness and sturdiness, this sword was no less than a legendary weapon.
Siluo’s heart suddenly stirred. What if she used this knife to cut the collar on her neck…
But thinking about the spellcaster who hadn’t shown up yet, he definitely wouldn’t have overlooked such a big loophole. Therefore, in all likelihood, there would be countermeasures in place. It was even possible that he left this knife to test her.
Thinking of this, Siluo immediately squatted down obediently and started to butcher the bear with the knife. She didn’t care that her posture resembled squatting on a toilet, revealing the deeply buried thin rope. She didn’t care. Right now, it was just her and an ogre. Who was she putting on a show for?
As an elf, a long lifespan is standard. However, unlike other elves who could leisurely spend their long growth period, Drow faced elimination by death from the day they were born. From the time they understood things, they had to make full use of every minute and every second to make themselves stronger. Any spare time was also used to plot against their companions. Only in this way could they obtain more resources and attention, and only then could they grow faster and stronger in the future.
Only after reaching adulthood and entering a bottleneck period would Drow focus more energy on scheming, and even then, they never gave up learning. Therefore, every Drow is a polymath, proficient in many fields such as mysticism, anatomy, art, swordsmanship, stealth, potion-making, and so on.
Especially how to perfectly blend poison into food without being detected is a compulsory course. When they were young, Drow relied on this skill to reduce the competitive pressure from their companions. If they could take down a teacher, they could even gain recognition, provided they were lucky enough to survive. Therefore, they all have good cooking skills.
The more efficient Siluo became at her work, the lazier Owen became to do it himself, gradually handing over all the work to her. Siluo rolled her eyes in anger but couldn’t do anything about it. She wished she could add all her hidden poison as food additives to this ogre’s food.
Owen, unaware that he almost ate food with food additives in the other world, was resting his chin on his hand, staring blankly at the four bear paws in front of him. Simply roasting the bear paws was obviously a huge waste, but the proper way to prepare bear paws was too complicated. Even if he could exchange for the recipe, it would be very troublesome.
After hesitating for a long time, Owen felt that he could no longer continue to degenerate like this. Since he was too lazy to put in the effort to cultivate martial arts, he might as well go for gourmet food. Ogres are inherently gluttonous. Using this instinct to follow the path of gourmet food and writing a real ogre cookbook could be considered a form of training.
Although he had made up his mind, looking up at Siluo who was squatting and bending over because of her busy work, then looking down at the flipped-up short skirt, Owen decided to do something else first. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to concentrate.
Siluo, who was busy smoking the bear meat, suddenly found herself enveloped in shadow. She turned around abruptly and almost got hit in the face. She immediately knew what was going to happen next.
She originally wanted to raise her knife and chop both of them, but feeling the sudden tightening of the collar, Siluo ultimately gave up resisting and was grabbed by Owen.
Owen, feeling refreshed and invigorated, enjoyed himself for once. He happily went to hang the smoked bear meat in the tree hollow. As for Siluo, her eyes rolled back, and her mouth foamed. It was a bit scary, but Owen believed that as a Drow, this amount shouldn’t be a problem for her. He had to trust her rich experience.
In fact, Owen wasn’t wrong. When he finished organizing the smoked bear meat and lay down on the stone where a certain bear used to sleep, snoring loudly, Siluo, like a zombie, stiffly climbed up, twitching occasionally. But with tenacious willpower, she managed to drag the butcher knife to his bedside.
With the knife rising and falling, Siluo also felt a tightening and loosening. She finally understood that the restriction of this collar was on this ogre. She couldn’t hurt him at all. Otherwise, before the knife completely fell, her neck would be snapped by the suddenly constricting collar.
Whether she could kill this damn ogre was not important to Siluo. The main thing was that she now had two guesses. The first was still the previous guess, that a certain spellcaster had saved her and then had to leave due to a sudden matter, leaving only a damn ogre as a guard.
The second guess was a bit scary. The spellcaster in her guess didn’t exist. It was just this damn ogre who was lucky enough to find some treasures and happened to find the right way to use them, and successfully used them on her.
Siluo didn’t know which guess was right, but she knew that this transparent life had probably just begun.
“This damn ogre!” Siluo spat fiercely, but the saliva stretched and bounced back onto her face, which annoyed her even more.
Finally, Siluo picked up the knife and walked out of the tree hollow to wash herself at a nearby water source.
When Siluo came back with her hair wet, Owen was still sleeping on his back. So she gently checked his bag.
The complete set of spices and exquisite seasonings made her raise her eyebrows, followed by dozens of bottles of high-quality potions. No wonder she could recover so quickly in such a short time despite her injuries.
So the question was, if it was the first guess, how wealthy would a spellcaster have to be to equip a stupid ogre with two legendary-quality weapons and dozens of bottles of rare high-quality potions? For a cold and ruthless spellcaster, even their own son might not receive this kind of treatment.
The father-son relationship was obviously unrealistic, but if it was the second guess, it was equally unrealistic. Because with an ogre’s intelligence, it’s impossible to recognize the quality of equipment and accurately use potions. Even a pile of shit would be more attractive to an ogre than those potions.
Siluo suddenly felt a splitting headache because she couldn’t figure it out.
After all this tossing and turning, Siluo’s physical strength had reached its limit. She cut some smoked meat with the knife and forced herself to eat it despite feeling full. Then she found a place far away from that damn ogre and fell asleep. As for setting up some warning traps, forget it. With an ogre by her side, any warning was useless.
The next day, Siluo suddenly woke up from her sleep and found herself once again enveloped in the familiar shadow. She panicked. Again!
Owen hummed a tune as he went to the stream to wash the animal skin short skirt. He felt extremely wise for his previous decision to save this Drow beauty. It had been a long time since he had been so satisfied. At the same time, he couldn’t help but feel disgusted with his original body.
Taking the pretty boy route and specializing in magic, what a fart! No Engorgement Charm could compare to the pleasure of fist-to-flesh combat.
If his original body had the physique and scale of an ogre, what need would he have for tonics? Would he still be afraid of being dragged away by his women every night, receiving three beatings a day? He would have tamed them all long ago, and even Ai Mi Er wouldn’t dare to act recklessly in front of him. Otherwise, he’d teach her a lesson in a minute.
Unfortunately, he was just an avatar, and he couldn’t overcome that psychological barrier. After all, although his original body had merged with the Golden Tree, it didn’t mean he had to accept being cuckolded.
