My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1040 - 312: Blessings from the Supreme Mother Goddess! Dog Men! Entire Team Promoted! Letter from the Mechanism King’s Domain (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 1040: Chapter 312: Blessings from the Supreme Mother Goddess! Dog Men! Entire Team Promoted! Letter from the Mechanism King’s Domain (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Life advice: if you get the chance, you definitely should go see the sea at least once.

For instance, Gary Smith was very fond of the ocean, though not for the seafood market, despite its abundance.

It was because the ocean was mysterious and vast, giving anyone who approached it a sense of their heart trembling.

Standing by the seaside, the salty sea breeze blowing directly on your face brings with it boundless freedom; even the biggest problems need not be spoken of to be mastered and easily resolved.

You can freely tread upon the soft sandy beach, feeling the temperature of the seawater as you vigorously splash, creating ripples.

Smack!

Listen closely, and you might even hear the ocean’s echo.

"...Ouch."

Facing Ginger Thorn’s resentful gaze, Gary Smith said with a beaming smile,

"Sorry, I just suddenly felt like seeing the sea!"

"Hmm..." Ginger Thorn responded with silent treatment, not understanding what Gary Smith meant by wanting to see the sea from inside the Thorn Cathedral.

Is the Thorn not up to par?

Or is the sea just more cost-effective?

For a moment, there was an awkward silence.

Ginger Thorn hung her head, unwilling to speak, while Gary Smith, too, leaned back in his chair, hands cushioning his head, pondering how to... bamboozle Ginger Thorn.

Although this naïve Saintess said she would become his exclusive Nun Brown, Gary Smith, always suspicious, was not easily persuaded to trust anyone, especially believing that the more beautiful a woman was, the more deceitful she could be.

Aside from his own Little Spider, Mousie being half an exception, all other women were akin to wolves and leopards...

"Hiss—"

Gary Smith suddenly inhaled sharply, wondering why this woman was biting his hand.

Fortunately, his body, tempered by Heavenly Breathing, had skin tough to the extreme, so that even his hands could easily shatter super alloy.

Of course, divine metal and top-grade super alloy were exceptions.

But even then, he could hardly withstand the assault of the Thorn Saintess. Could this woman belong to the Dog Clan?

"Hmph!"

Ginger Thorn lifted her head, her cheeks flushed as she gazed at Gary Smith, her eyes twinkling with the cunning of a little fox.

The Saintess Lord didn’t speak, but don’t assume she is just a mute who can only make unclear noises!

She managed to vent her frustration!

However, seeing Gary Smith in pain brought out her sympathy, and with a bit dampened by saliva, she gently used the power of Thorns to heal the injury on his finger.

Thorns that grow in the bushes, with their poisonous spines, also serve as medicinal ingredients capable of carrying pain, with the premise of soothing wounds.

As a result, many of the top healing Beastmasters hailed from the Thorn Church and were stationed permanently in prisons.

They specialized in the technique of breaking prisoners and then repairing them, thus, securing the eminent position of Big Sister in the interrogation community.

The Thorn Saintess, having evolved from the quintuple Thorn Ring to the extreme of Mortal purity, possessed an almost flawlessly pure body, whether it be spirit energy, blood, or saliva, all were top-class healing treasures.

A certain Thorn Saintess once gave her life to save a gravely injured and dying Dark True King, thereby reshaping the Eco-kingdom and its Laws.

However, this angered the Thorn Church which, at great cost, summoned an incarnation of the Lord of Thorns to bring the king to justice.

The battle raged until the Great Earth was tarnished, the Dark True King’s Eco-kingdom shattered, all life extinguished, and the Pope of the Thorn Church along with many Nuns and High Priests fell in action, leaving the church weakened for hundreds of years.

The entire World witnessed the madness of the Thorn Church; a Saintess can die in battle, but should not perish so insignificantly.

Ever since then, no one dared to turn a Thorn Saintess into a secret medicine.

After all, the cost did not justify the outcome.

But after healing him, Ginger Thorn looked at Gary Smith sensing the "Human Heart" and pursed her lips. With her voice made hoarse by her previous scolding, she did not wish to speak and so initiated the next step of the ceremony.

Hum!

The ancient relic shimmered Radiant, illuminating the cramped Prayer Room.

Rustle!

Countless Thorns spread out, tightly entwining Gary Smith as vast Spirit energy swept over, turning into an ancient Mysterious Mark, attempting to brand itself upon him.

However, the latter simply extended a finger and gave a gentle poke, shattering the mark into sparkling dots of light.

"Hmm..."

Although it wasn’t as painful as bearing the quintuple Thorn Ring, it still left Ginger Thorn with surging blood, coughing up a blossom of blood-red plum.

"I thought about it and it feels a little too dangerous. Let’s not do it, shall we?" said Gary Smith earnestly.

Ginger Thorn glared at this despicable man. Now, at this moment, you say this?

If you dare, leave.

Exit this Thorn Prayer Room!

And never come back!

However, faced with Gary Smith’s sincere eyes, Ginger Thorn ultimately relented, her tender nature prevailing. To help him resolve the legacy issues left by the Great Existence, she backed down.

She did her best to persuade Gary Smith, assuring him the Forbidden Art was really safe, but he defiantly refused. Their sharp exchanges left her speechless and leaning her head against the Prayer Room’s wooden panel, her lashes quivering slightly, unsure of what to say next.

When Gary Smith kept questioning her, all she could offer were dismissive hand waves and non-committal "Um-hmm" responses.

It wasn’t that Ginger Thorn was angry; on the contrary, she was deflated, feeling lost in a way she never had before, her thoughts in disarray, overwhelmed and unable to think properly.

If she couldn’t help Gary Smith with his issue this time, she would have to head to the Border Battlefield next. Would there ever be another chance?

Gary Smith, seeing Thorn looking away in silence, realized he had gone too far, knowing that she only wanted to help. So, he leaned in close and whispered softly,

"All right, you make a good point. Just go ahead with no tricks from me next time, and you handle it yourself."