My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 354 - 145: Little Spider becomes a tsundere! LSP is ecstatic! King of Elysium (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 354: Chapter 145: Little Spider becomes a tsundere! LSP is ecstatic! King of Elysium (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Who in their right mind would go to that kind of place!"

When it came to this little yellow brown, Gary Smith expressed strong condemnation and contempt.

However, despite such condemnation, he still had to go, precisely this afternoon... It’s not that he is interested in such places, as he declares that he has nothing to do with gambling or bad habits.

He just wants to witness the cultural charm of Otherworldly Gully, learn about new trends, explore the customs of different races, understand the differences between different races, and contribute to human diplomacy.

Although Gary Smith became a BeastMaster, he never forgot,

he was someone who’s eager to learn!

Touched!

"But is this good place... a Small Tavern?"

Gary Smith remembers that when he first went to receive a pet beast, Charles Brown’s Clear Mirror Demon mentioned that this ’lsp’ always wanted to go to the tavern to see and eat peaches.

Could it be that the landlady has started a new business?

Of course, I wouldn’t rule out that Charles Brown’s xp has spiraled upwards, and he’s trying to create a guide to taste different races, like mountain demons, mermaids, and limb demons.

Earlier Gary Smith could tolerate these, but when it comes to limb demons, he really doesn’t know how to comment - how did they get on the selection list?

What’s the purpose? Maybe to graft some seafood or tentacles for more exciting playtime?

"Almost forgot these guys, will have a chance to wipe them out."

However, it did remind Gary Smith that while the Limb Demon Leader had been defeated, the materials from the defeated Thousand-Faced Demon have not been retrieved yet, and the gang of limb demons they had created is still causing trouble.

Especially now that the parent body is gone, and they don’t need to turn in their nutrients, these parasitic bloodworms will grow even faster.

However, facing Mousie, which is essentially more advanced than the Thousand-Faced Demon, they’re just a bunch of mobile experience packets. Whether they’re used to feed the Thousand-faced Soul Tree or to power the Power Ring, both are good choices.

"Today is a good day..."

Thinking of this, Gary Smith happily hummed tunes, preparing to make a grand feast.

"Ying!"

The little spider who had been eavesdropping was a bit confused, so it asked Mousie, why did their master say that decent people wouldn’t go, but then he went and seemed quite happy about it?

Isn’t our master a decent human?

To this, Mousie pondered for a while, and replied,

"Maybe... When a man says he doesn’t want, it actually means he does!"

Having said that, Mousie also became somewhat vigilant. He absolutely needed to keep an eye on the cultivator, so he wouldn’t stray. The best thing is always at home.

After listening to the answer, Little Spider’s lovely face showed great confusion.

The master says he doesn’t want = want?

Human culture, so profound and intricate!

It seems quite nice to help the master with everything and stay by his side forever...

Gary Smith didn’t know that Mousie was leading Little Spider astray. He was preparing to cook with bronze millet. The extraordinary grain he had booked arrived last night. It was then delivered by specialized personnel. The whole effect was quite grandiose.

If I had to describe it, it felt like the Dragon King returning to the city — awkward but the Darkmoon Merchant Association really knows what customers want.

As for moving to a larger villa in the rich district... Gary Smith had definitely considered it, but for now, his current place was sufficient, filled with familiar things. When the day came that Eggy evolved and the space wasn’t enough anymore, then it’d be time to move.

Gary Smith took out the bronze millet. It had a spike or panicle inflorescence, also a conical inflorescence, with an appearance of bronze color throughout, as if it was a carefully sculpted bronze vessel, the extraordinary spiritual power concealed within.

This is one of the few extraordinary grains that humans can also use. It can enhance the body, and if bronze-body pet beasts use it for a long time, they can increase their potential.

Bronze millet that has grown for more than ten years would turn into Silver Millet, which is beneficial even for cultivators who have reached the Morning Star Level. If it has grown for a hundred years or more, it would transform into Golden Holy Light Millet, which has a chance to imbue itself with spiritual power and become a special plant system pet beast. The grain it produces can even be effective for giant-level beings.

But the difficulty is high. Even normal bronze millet just after maturity would be snatched up by demons. Few can survive the first year, not to mention a hundred years or more. In the meantime, there would be various pests and so on.

Since its appearance is similar to the millet or yellow millet from my past life, the cooking method should be similar.

To ensure the natural taste of the ingredients and higher quality, Gary Smith chose the simplest method. He directly mounted the pot, steamed it until it was ripe, removed the husks to reveal the bronze-colored grains inside, then added water and simmered it over low heat. Finally, he added a Mother Earth Lotus Seed, and cooked a pot of Bronze Millet Porridge.

The name sounds nice, the process is meticulous, only the end product...

"Hmm... Indeed, there is a reason why green is not suitable as the main color for food."

Gary Smith looked at the pot of green porridge and couldn’t help but remain silent, feeling like calling it "Forgiveness Porridge" would be more appropriate.

After all, one bite and either you transcend to heaven or your rival transcends to heaven. Once dead, what can’t be forgiven, eh?

"I’m going!"

Mousie glanced at it and immediately zoomed away on her Soul Cloud.

It looks like the cultivator has finally run out of tricks and plans to poison the hamster.

"Such a coward!"

Gary Smith glanced at her and scoffed. Mousie defended herself by saying:

"Little cultivator, if you dare, you eat a bite!"

"Say another word, and I’ll deduct all your snack budget for the next month."

With just a single sentence, Gary Smith hit Mousie’s weak spot. She immediately felt wronged. In her heart, she complained about "tyrant," "dictatorship," but she didn’t dare to say it out loud.

After all, after losing twenty packs of potato chips, her finances were on the verge of collapse. Now she had handed over most of the tasks to her new obedient mouse incarnations. They can also work and their wages were cheaper.

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