Chapter 407: The Effect of Dragon Skin Gelatin
“Look who’s here. Isn’t this my dear little sister?”
The familiar voice that suddenly rang in her ears made Siluo stiffen. Her hand instinctively reached for her blade, but she couldn’t lift it no matter what. She knew very well that any resistance against this person was futile, unless…
“Don’t even think about alerting your Ogre husband. It’s not just me who came today. Mother has taken a liking to him, so be obedient and let me take you back as an unexpected surprise. Perhaps Mother will forgive you for running away from home.” Hei Lu Na, the third daughter of the Black Fortress Matriarch and also the most outstanding assassin of Black Fortress, was circling Siluo like a cat toying with a pitiful mouse. She moved with elegant steps, completely restricting all of Siluo’s actions and any attempts at resistance.
“It seems you’ve accepted reality.” Seeing Siluo neither speaking nor resisting, Hei Lu Na said with a hint of boredom. After all, her little sister was also the Matriarch’s daughter. If she didn’t resist, Hei Lu Na couldn’t find an excuse to strike. It seemed her little sister had learned to be clever.
But it wasn’t bad either. The biggest credit for this operation would definitely go to her eldest sister, and she wouldn’t be able to get much of a share. However, if she could capture her runaway little sister, her mother would surely give her more love.
Hei Lu Na’s calculations were pretty good, especially when she saw Isis walking in, her eyes lit up frighteningly.
“I didn’t expect my little sister to become so capable. Not only do you have an Ogre husband, but you’ve also seduced a High Elf and even given birth to a child! You even let the Ogre raise her for you. Sister is truly impressed.” Hei Lu Na’s words were somewhat genuine. After all, she had never played this kind of trick before. She should try it sometime.
Looking down at Isis, Hei Lu Na liked her more and more. She began to ponder whether to take her little sister back to please her mother or to conceal this matter, kill her little sister, and take this little one as her adopted daughter, nurturing her into a useful tool.
In the end, her fear of her mother overcame the greed in Hei Lu Na’s heart. Perhaps she could torture her little sister and find that High Elf. Then she could give birth to one herself.
With her wishful thinking, Hei Lu Na reached out to grab Isis, who was a little bewildered at seeing a stranger. But halfway through her reach, she felt her blood almost solidify, and she couldn’t move.
An Qi walked in from behind Isis with a smile. She gave Siluo a meaningful look before taking Hei Lu Na, whose eyes were filled with shock, away.
After An Qi left, Siluo let out a long sigh of relief. Seeing that her daughter was still there, her heart finally settled. This meant that although she had concealed some things, it wasn’t serious, otherwise, they wouldn’t have left her daughter behind.
Siluo was relieved, but Hei Lu Na was numb. Although her blood circulation had resumed, facing the Ogre Demon Lord, who was stirring a pot big enough to stew two of her, and that unfathomable, terrifying witch, she had a feeling of impending doom. And it wasn’t just her; her mother’s plan was probably doomed as well.
“Speak. Tell me something interesting. This will determine whether you end up in the soup pot or the bed.” Owen said indifferently, making Hei Lu Na tremble.
How could an image compare to the real thing? Hei Lu Na, who had been envious when she saw the projection, realized upon seeing Owen in person that his vitality was too strong. It was no exaggeration to say that he was like a dragon compressed into a human form. No wonder he could become a Dragon Slayer.
The problem was, with such a large mass, and comparing their physiques, her bones would probably shatter. She didn’t know how Siluo had endured it.
Anyway, it was better than ending up in the pot, so Hei Lu Na began to confess everything readily.
As a Drow, Hei Lu Na naturally wouldn’t betray so easily. After all, the Matriarch’s authority still made her deeply fearful.
But if she couldn’t see a glimmer of hope for victory and was about to become a captive, what Matriarch? She was just a foolish woman. How could she not be foolish to choose such a despair-inducing opponent?
Hei Lu Na, who was almost crying as she spoke, felt the witch’s aura gradually surpass the Legendary realm. She knew what this meant and spilled everything on the spot. Owen, who was satisfied, then took her away to be filled up.
After who knows how long, Hei Lu Na, her stomach bloated and her tongue hanging out, lay limp on the ground, her eyes rolled back, still muttering something about not being able to drink anymore, not being able to drink anymore.
Owen looked at the large pot of thick soup, which had only gone down a little, and felt that he still needed to adjust the seasoning. Even the Drow couldn’t drink it anymore.
He also needed to add a bit of paralysis-relieving potion. He hadn’t expected the gelatin made from dragon skin to be toxic. After a bowl of this soup, not only would your mouth be unable to close, but you would also drool constantly. It was too much of a hindrance to the subsequent consumption.
“Master… the soup you made seems to be solidifying?” An Qi hesitated for a moment before reminding him.
“It’s fine. I’m making gelatin. Solidification is normal.” Owen waved his hand and said.
“Then is it normal for the soup that’s been drunk to solidify too?” An Qi lowered her head and glanced, then continued.
An Qi’s words startled Owen. He looked down and saw Hei Lu Na, her face purple and blue, white foam coming from the corners of her mouth. He panicked and reached out to dig it out.
With a pop, it was like pulling a longer, softer object out of something soft. Anyway, after hearing the sound, there was a feeling of emptiness.
In the blink of an eye, Owen held a long string of strange stuff in his hand. This thing was very resilient, able to withstand more pulling than a rubber band. It was also soft and bouncy, felt great to the touch, and after some simple tests, it was resistant to acid, alkali, corrosion, and high temperatures. Even a knife couldn’t cut it. It was an excellent material, and this was precisely the product of his dragon skin gelatin solidifying.
“This thing doesn’t look drinkable, and it doesn’t seem edible either.” Owen scratched his head and said.
An Qi chuckled softly and didn’t say anything more. This was obvious, so she had nothing to say. She picked up Hei Lu Na, who looked like she had been thoroughly played with, turned, and left to carry out her mission. Teaching the master’s daughter all day was too boring. It was rare for some fun to come knocking.
Since An Qi had taken over this matter, Owen didn’t intend to interfere. After entrusting it entirely to her, he began to ponder how to continue improving the thick soup. He hadn’t given up on making dragon skin gelatin.
The problem was that the stuff he made was absolutely top-notch for cleansing the stomach and intestines. After three bowls and a good poop, you would be completely transparent from the inside out, the kind that could let light through. But it obviously didn’t have the nourishing effect of gelatin.
Owen had a bit of a headache, trying hard to think what else to add to reduce this exaggerated solidifying effect.
He didn’t know why either. Perhaps when he had initially thought about writing an Ogre cookbook, he had been somewhat joking. He hadn’t expected to become more and more immersed in it. And the food he made was getting stranger and stranger, especially the thick soup. It wouldn’t kill you, but it always felt like something was wrong.
“This pot of soup can’t be wasted. Later, when An Qi brings back the Black Fortress Matriarch and her family, I’ll make them all drink a few bowls to detoxify.” Owen muttered.
