Mischievous Lolita in the Doll

Chapter Fifty-One Killing Fish

The call was answered immediately after I dialed it.

"Hey, Carlo? Where are you? I'm coming to find you."

"I'll kill you... *beep*"

Carlo hung up after saying that.

Mir: ? ? ?

"How is it?" Sak asked, not understanding the situation.

"I don't know, he hung up on me, but the kid sounded pretty energetic."

"You, cough cough cough, what kind of race are you, cough cough?" Xia Ye, still coughing, looked at his still-unreassembled arms and legs in surprise.

"I guess I'm a member of the puppet race."

“I’ve never heard of any puppet race,” Sak said speechlessly.

Having teamed up with Mir before, he naturally knew about the unscientific nature of Mir's physical structure, but he didn't ask Mir any further questions.

"So what do we do now? Just stay here?" Xia Ye asked, having recovered.

“Otherwise what?” Mill cleared a clean space in the messy shop and lay down. “Even I can’t get close to the park anymore.”

"Why is it that the wind is so strong, yet it can't even blow the houses down?"

"It must have been one of the teachers from the academy who took action," Sack explained to the newbie Xia Ye. "We can only wait for them to resolve this before we can leave."

"Never mind that for now, does anyone know how to cook? I'm starving."

"Yes, I can cook."

Having grown up in the countryside, Xia Ye would naturally not be stumped by something as simple as cooking. Nowadays, there are very few girls as virtuous as Xia Ye.

"Do you need our help?"

"No, no need, I can manage on my own."

Xia Ye dared not let the two of them help her. She didn't know much about Sack, but if Mir came, who knew what he might add to the food.

She picked up a large, thrashing fish from the ground and walked toward the kitchen.

Xia Ye had never seen such a big fish in the real world. She didn't know if the fish's size would affect its taste, but since the fish shop owner was selling it, at least it was still edible.

"It even has a kitchen; it's a shame this fish shop isn't a restaurant." This conclusion came from who-knows-where.

Sack ignored his words and instead asked what puzzled him: "I'm more curious about what this wind is. I didn't feel much magical fluctuation on it, but its power is obviously comparable to A-level ritual magic."

“I don’t know,” Mil said, putting his legs and arms back in place. “I’ve never encountered this situation before.”

Generally speaking, the magical power generated by an attack of this strength would render low-level ability users unable to move, but they would not be able to sense much magical power from this strange wind.

"Even when I wanted to use my abilities, it blew away my magic."

"Oh."

Mil felt something was strange. He had indeed used time stop once when he was blown away by the wind. Although he was stuck in mid-air, the strange wind did not affect his use of magic. He also successfully used speed boost to get back.

"So this strange magic can target magical energy?" Mil thought to himself. "But it doesn't work on me. What's the principle behind that?"

"Never mind, I'll stop thinking about it now. I'll just ask Eileen later."

Mill stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Sack asked.

"I'll go help. You're still injured, so you should rest first."

Sack didn't object, closed his eyes and fell asleep. Although the spirit form of the Soul Spirit race could make him immune to most physical attacks, when he used the spirit form before, he was directly knocked back to his original form by this strange wind and had to endure the damage of being scraped across the ground and hitting the wall for three kilometers. For the Soul Spirit race, sleeping is the best way to recover from such injuries.

"What are you doing here?" Xia Ye asked Mir, who had barged in, with a blank expression.

"Let me help. Fish soup and the like are hard to make, right? Besides, it's really beneath a man's pride to have a girl like you do things like cleaning fish."

"Do you even have any manly self-respect?" Xia Ye thought to himself.

Do you know how to kill fish?

Although Mir looks reckless, he doesn't seem like a skilled butcher at all.

"Don't worry, it's just killing a fish," Mil patted his chest confidently. "It's a very simple matter."

Xia Ye was somewhat suspicious of him, but she still handed him the fish and the kitchen knife, and took two big steps back to prevent Mir from accidentally throwing the knife away.

Mir took the item, pressed the still struggling fish onto the cutting board, and then chopped off its head with a single, swift motion. Mir even felt a sense of satisfaction.

The headless fish in the middle of the room reflexively thrashed twice, splashing blood all over Mil's face.

Summer Night: ...

She realized that Mil didn't know how to kill fish at all; he just did whatever made him feel good.

"Sigh..." Xia Ye sighed helplessly and went over to teach Mir step by step.

"That's not how you kill a fish. Let me teach you. First, do it like this, and then..."

Watching Mir, who was a little clumsy but still followed her instructions, Xia Ye was somewhat lost in thought. She had once taught her younger sister in the same way, even though she was only a little younger than her. Mir had to ask her for help with many things, and at the time she felt a little helpless. Now she thought back on how precious those days were.

"What's wrong?" Mir looked at Xia Ye, who remained silent, with a puzzled expression.

"No, it's nothing. Come on, I'll teach you how to make fish soup."

Speaking of which, Mil looks a little younger than me, which is probably why it reminds me of my own sister. It's a pity that what's lost can never be regained...

Mil quietly followed Xia Ye's instructions. He could sense Xia Ye's low spirits just now, but that was not a reason for him to be so obedient.

Mil silently felt the girl's underdeveloped breasts pressed against his back. Although they were very flat, they were still somewhat developed, soft and comfortable. In addition, the girl had her own fragrance. Mil couldn't distinguish what kind of fragrance it was, but it was very alluring to men.

The doll-like boy's silence wasn't because he was enjoying the feeling, but because he thought that if Xia Ye noticed their current position was inappropriate, he might get a beating. It wasn't that he was afraid of Xia Ye beating him; why would someone who was always courting death be afraid of that? He was hesitating whether to do something really dangerous and tell Xia Ye that their current position was a bit inappropriate.

"Summer night, your underdeveloped ** is pressed against my back." He finally did something reckless.

After he said those words, he felt the bloody cleaver leave his hand and be placed against his neck.

Chapter Fifty-Two: Solution

"……sorry."

Even if you're courting death, you still have to apologize when the time comes; Mir understands that.

"So, can you put the cleaver away now?"

Whether it was a misperception or not, Mir clearly saw a hint of red flash in Miss Xia Ye's black eyes.

"Go play somewhere else, I'll take care of things here." Xia Ye removed the kitchen knife from Mir's neck.

I was incredibly stupid to treat this guy like a junior. According to the age ratio in this other world, this guy is probably hundreds of years older than me.

“It’s alright, I’ll just watch from the side.” Mir picked up the chair that had been blown over by the wind and sat down. “My ability can make food cook faster when I’m cooking.”

"No need." Xia Ye cut the fish, whose scales had been roughly scraped off by Mir, into pieces.

"If you can't control the timing, it will affect the taste of the food."

Hearing this, Mir stopped bothering Xia Ye. It would be terrible if another culinary disaster occurred. He himself had cried for half a year after eating terrible food before he finally convinced Eileen to learn to cook properly.

Mill returned to the shop and saw several resilient fish still struggling on the ground. Mill sighed, went over and put them back into the water.

He simply couldn't bear to see food being wasted.

The wind howled outside, and the reinforced windows began to tremble, looking like they would break sooner or later.

"You seem to be sleeping quite comfortably."

As Mir watched Sak's wound begin to heal at a visible speed, knowing that Soul Spirits usually slept very soundly while recovering, Mir took out a pen and walked towards Sak...

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"Is there anyone who isn't ready to speak up yet?!"

No one answered Eileen.

“Very well, then I will now teleport you to the center of the wind.”

Eileen's magic was released, and although it was somewhat shaky due to the strong wind, it was still usable. She enveloped her magic in the teachers who had prepared sealing spells, and with a flash of white light, they disappeared from the spot.

A white light flashed before Angela's eyes, and the group appeared in front of her. However, she was unable to react to it. It was as if she was not dancing this strange dance on her own. Behind her, an indistinct phantom floated there, and Angela was like a puppet being led by strings, her face blank.

The center of the lake, however, seemed unaffected by the strange wind and remained a completely safe area.

After Eileen and the others arrived at the center of the lake, the phantom did not react at all, as if it could not see them.

Without Eileen issuing any orders, the teachers pressed the magic circles in their hands onto the phantom. The phantom did not resist at all, allowing everyone to complete the sealing ritual against it.

As everyone pressed the magic circle onto Him, hundreds of red magic circles of varying sizes appeared directly above the phantom. Then the magic circles disappeared, and the phantom disappeared along with them.

Eileen clearly sensed that the phantom seemed to have focused its gaze on her before being sealed away. The chilling aura in that gaze sent shivers down her spine, and even Eileen, a top-tier expert, couldn't help but shiver.

Without the phantom's control, Angela, who was performing the shamanic dance, stopped. She collapsed to the ground, and her face aged visibly.

"Besides the lives of those he has sacrificed, does completing this ritual also require his own lifespan? What a madman!" a teacher exclaimed.

“They’re all a bunch of lunatics,” Eileen chimed in. “Who among those who prayed to ‘them’ for power ever came to a good end?”

"What about this wind?" the teacher asked, looking at the still relentless gale. "Our seal doesn't seem to be working on it."

"Don't worry about it, it will gradually disappear soon."

Although those in the center couldn't see it very clearly, the strong wind was indeed gradually weakening.

“Then let’s go have a drink to celebrate!” one of the teachers suggested.

"You all go ahead and have your drinks. I have a child at home, and I don't want to have a bad influence on him," Eileen politely declined the teacher's offer.

"Hey~ what does it matter? That kid Mil will be drinking sooner or later, won't he?"

"I won't let him touch alcohol."

Eileen chuckled softly, then disappeared after saying those words.

"Damn it! Take us away!"

Only a few heroes remained, waiting for the strange wind to dissipate.