My bloodline is so eager to improve.

Otto was startled.

Even the Magical Ape says so, so this legend may not be unfounded.

It seems that goblins, these seemingly lowly and ubiquitous monsters, have a much higher potential than he imagined, and the potential of the race is astonishing.

As he was pondering, he suddenly felt a slight itch on his shoulder, with a warm touch.

He turned his head and saw that the wolf girl had somehow sat up slightly and was leaning against his shoulder, sniffing him gently, and her tongue carefully licking his neck and shoulder. The movements were very light, like a puppy rubbing against someone.

"What?"

Still not full?

Otto thought she was hungry again, so he reached out and ruffled her hair.

"Would you like me to grill some more meat?"

Or perhaps we could have some fruit?

The wolf girl shook her head, letting out a soft sob, and nuzzled his shoulder, unable to understand what she was saying.

Otto could only ask the magic ape in his mind.

What is she saying?

Please translate this.

[The Magical Ape says, "Guess for yourself. It's full and going to rest."]

The magic ape's tone carried a hint of impatience.

The demon egg finally found its chance, grabbed the magic-wielding ape by the tail, and whipped it while it was hanging up!

[The demon egg declares, "This is the first step of a grand plan, and no one can stop it or you!"]

[The Demon Egg declares its intention to capture the Magical Ape and refine it instantly, using it as nourishment for its challenge against the leader.]

The magical ape yielded.

[The Magic Ape said she could smell the lingering scent of moonlight on you, which felt very comforting. Moonborn can nourish themselves with moonlight, and the moonlight on you had been purified by the Moonlit Spirit Hound, making it of very high quality—the best nourishment for her.]

[The magical ape says, if you make it work overtime again, it will go deaf!]

The magical ape's prompts were tinged with rage and shame, accompanied by crackling and chattering sounds, suggesting it had been disciplined by the demon egg before yielding.

As he progressed through the levels, Otto felt that the distance between himself and his animal friends had shrunk even further, and the prompts he heard and saw became increasingly clear.

Thinking of this, Otto couldn't help but smile slightly.

It seems the magic-wielding demon ape really doesn't want to work, but it's no match for the demon egg.

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Otto stopped bothering the magic ape and turned to Tessa, saying:

"I'll look after the wolf girl tonight. It's getting late, let's pack up and get some rest."

We have to travel tomorrow, so we need to get up early.

Tessa nodded, got up to tidy up the barbecue grill, smothered the fire to keep it dark for warmth and to repel insects at night, and sprinkled a ring of insect repellent powder around the campsite. She did everything in an orderly manner, showing that she had a lot of wilderness survival experience and was not a pampered young lady.

Otto simply returned to the wolf girl's side after confirming that it was safe, and took out a thick wool blanket from the tent.

His tent wasn't big; it was just right for two people to sleep in. It was a bit cramped, but it was warm.

He lay down beside the wolf girl, covered them both with the blanket, and then raised his left hand and placed it near the wolf girl's mouth.

With a slight thought, wisps of pale blue moonlight emanated from his fingertips, like tiny stardust, slowly drifting towards the wolf girl, casting a soft glow in the dim tent.

"Eat something, it's good for your wound."

He spoke in a low voice, afraid of startling her.

With the Moonlit Spirit Hound around, he absorbed moonlight with almost no burden, and his own consumption was negligible.

Since the wolf girl can recover faster with the moonlight, that's the best thing ever, as it will save her from suffering.

The wolf girl was stunned for a moment, her eyes shining as if they were filled with stars as she looked at the blue light that floated from her fingertips.

She cautiously moved closer, nuzzling her nose against Otto's fingers to make sure there was no danger, and then slowly took a breath.

The pale blue moonlight seemed to be drawn in, drifting into her nostrils and entering her body with each breath.

Otto's heart softened a little when he saw her obedient appearance.

He gently moved his fingers and patiently instructed:

"If anything happens tonight, just bite my finger."

I'm a light sleeper; I wake up easily when called.

"If you want water or want to roll over, you can bite me."

The wolf girl blinked, her long eyelashes trembling, as if she understood, yet also as if she didn't.

Otto yawned; he was indeed tired after a long day.

He closed his eyes, and soon his breathing became steady as he fell into a deep sleep.

The tent was quiet, with only the occasional crackling of the fire outside and the wolf girl's soft breathing.

But what Otto didn't see was that after he fell asleep, the wolf girl kept her eyes open and stared at him.

Her gray-black ears twitched slightly. She lowered her head and carefully licked the moonlight swirling around his fingertips. Then she closed her eyes and greedily absorbed that gentle energy.

The moonlight flowed into her body with her breath, warm and cool, traveling along her meridians, like being soaked in warm water, nourishing her damaged meridians and bones.

Her wounds were healing at a visible speed. The deep, bone-revealing scars were slowly closing up, the scabs were falling off, and even tender new flesh was growing, showing faint signs of regeneration. The speed was astonishing.

As for Otto, he was awakened the moment he fell asleep by the familiar flapping of wings.

He rolled his eyes in the thick fog, looking utterly helpless.

Here we go again.

In the fog-filled dream space, Otto sat cross-legged on the ground, looking into the depths of the fog with a look of utter despair.

The surrounding area was filled with a thick, swirling fog of indistinct color, carrying a familiar, indescribable sense of oppression.

"Boss, could we reschedule?"

I just want to get a good night's sleep.

Otto complained to the thick fog, his tone helpless.

"You could at least send a priest to deliver a message to me during the day, even in a dream, but please don't always do it when I'm just asleep."

It keeps coming into my dreams in the middle of the night, it's really exhausting.

"If this keeps up, I'll lose all my hair!"

He couldn't even remember how many times this had happened.

This stranger, who had never met him before, would appear in his dreams while he was asleep. Each time he woke up, although he was not in bad spirits, or even more awake, he always felt that he had slept in vain and could not even get a full night's sleep.

The presence in the thick fog ignored his complaints, as if it were used to his rambling.

A pair of enormous, swollen, lotus-root-like wings emerged from the thick fog, their feather edges gleaming with a faint silver light, gently obscuring his eyes.

Suddenly, my vision went dark, and the feeling of weightlessness was fleeting.

When the lights came on again, the scene had completely changed.

Otto found himself looking down at a low, damp cave, with eerie green torches burning inside and walls covered with twisted and grotesque murals.

The cave was filled with a dense group of goblins, each holding a stone spear or axe, their expressions frenzied, muttering incantations as if they were performing some kind of ritual.

At the very front of this group of goblins stood an exceptionally short figure.

It was a head shorter than a regular goblin, with dark, wrinkled skin that looked like old tree bark, and a tattered animal skin cloak draped over its back.

It held a rough bone staff in its hand, with several broken skulls strung at the top, some human and some from other monsters. Eerie green flames flickered in the eye sockets of the skulls, emanating an ominous and chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Is this aura the same as the power of the Flames of the Dead?

Otto hadn't found Maeve before leaving Oak Town, so he had to deal with the tailor shop problem later. But seeing similar flames here made him realize the danger.

However, just as Otto had this thought in his mind, he saw the goblin slowly raise its head.

It didn't have normal eyes; instead, two flickering will-o'-the-wisps were inside its eye sockets, staring eerily ahead.

It opened its mouth, emitting a hoarse, dull sound, like the grinding of sand, chanting ancient incantations word by word, the sound seeming to resonate directly in the depths of the soul:

"With your blood, I call forth my true god!"

The moment the words left its mouth, the bone staff in its hand suddenly thrust forward, aiming straight at Otto's field of vision, as if it had sensed his prying.

A sharp, stabbing pain came from between my eyebrows, as if a needle had been plunged deep inside.

Otto suddenly opened his eyes, his breathing caught in his throat.

It was already daylight.

The morning sunlight shone through the gaps in the tent, casting dappled patterns of light on the ground.

The air was filled with the moisture of dew and grass, and the chirping of birds in the distance was clear and melodious, a world completely different from the cold and eerie atmosphere of my dream.

Otto rubbed his temples; there was still a lingering stinging sensation.

He was quite familiar with this method of conveying omens through dreams.

Every time he had this dream, it meant that the goddess had assigned him a new task.

"Alright, more trouble."

He let out a long sigh of relief, but wasn't too annoyed.

Although this goddess always disturbs people's sleep in the middle of the night, she always rewards them generously with various abilities and knowledge.

He's happy to do the work, but he hopes there can be a different handover method next time, so he can at least get a full night's sleep!

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Otto sighed in frustration. He turned his head and saw that the wolf girl was still asleep, breathing evenly, and her complexion looked much better than yesterday, with her cheeks appearing rounder.

Seeing this, Otto didn't wake her, but quietly sat up, intending to pack his things first.

But when his gaze fell on the bandages on the wolf girl's limbs, he suddenly frowned.

The bandage was too tight; the edges were embedded in the skin, leaving a red mark that looked uncomfortable.

Especially the bandage at the break point, which was slightly misaligned due to the bumpy ride.

"Did you not notice when Luvia was bandaging her yesterday?"

Otto felt a little guilty.

He was rushing all day yesterday and didn't even notice the problem.

The wolf girl endured the pain the whole way, and no one knew how much she suffered, but she didn't utter a single sound.

He carefully moved over, took out new bandages and disinfectant from his pocket, and planned to re-bandage her.

At the Oak Town Clinic, Luvia specifically taught him how to change these rune bandages. The steps weren't complicated, but you had to be careful.

These bandages are specially made by the church of the goddess of harvest. The fabric is woven with faint healing runes, which can continuously soothe the wound and prevent infection. They are very expensive and generally cannot afford to use them.

Fortunately, Luvia and McCa were old friends and gave him quite a few gifts, so it didn't cost him much money.

Otto moved very quietly, trying not to make a sound.

But as soon as the outermost restraint was untied, the wolf girl suddenly opened her eyes.

Those amber vertical pupils instantly filled with vigilance and icy killing intent. His muscles tensed instantly, and his fangs were exposed, giving him a posture as if he were about to pounce and bite at any moment—the instinctive reaction of a wild beast after waking up.

But when she saw that the person in front of her was Otto, the ice in her eyes melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, her body relaxed, and her fangs retracted.

She seemed to be able to sense through skin-to-skin contact that Otto meant no harm.

She blinked, let out a soft sob, as if greeting him, and nuzzled against his hand.

Otto breathed a sigh of relief and asked the Mystic Ape telepathically.

"What did she just say?"