Chapter 149
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"Freymea? Are you alright? "Chen Ze looked at the Zombie Dragon who had just entered the room. He was obviously not in a good condition.
His tired expression and the wound on his tail indicated that he had just gone through a battle.
Alyssa shuddered. What could be more embarrassing than the unlucky person who had just overheard her conversation?
Alyssa now understood why Chen Ze suddenly did not want to buy meat. After all, even Alyssa herself would not buy her friend's meat to cook.
However … What Alyssa was worried about was that the Red Dragon whom she had just placed on the chopping board for her to slaughter was now sitting beside her and looking at her with her chin resting on her hand.
Freymea's gaze made Alyssa feel a lot of pressure. She twisted her body uneasily and tried to sit at another table, but was stopped by Freymea.
"You wanted to buy my meat just now?" Freymea pressed Alyssa's shoulder and smiled at Chen Ze.
"Yes, I wanted to before. I didn't know you at that time." Chen Ze admitted frankly. After all, it was the truth.
"Oh ~ I thought a certain virgin wanted to do something bad by buying my meat ~" Freymea smiled playfully.
Chen Ze rolled his eyes. He was getting used to Freymea's mockery. It was as if he was called an idiot by his good brother. He was indifferent.
"Freymea, you're scaring my customer." Chen Ze looked at Freymea helplessly. Alyssa's face turned pale.
"Tsk tsk, you want to buy my meat, but you only have so little courage." Freymea shook her head and let go of her hand.
She did not really care that this human merchant wanted to buy her meat. After all, she knew that countless intelligent creatures were interested in her after she was banished from the Dragon Clan.
Even when she met the group of Dragon Slayers this morning, she could still hear them arguing about how to distribute her corpse.
"Boring, human young man. Give me a specially recommended set meal. However, I have to say that I don't have money to give you now. If you want, I can cut some meat for you." Freymea yawned and drank Alyssa's cup in one gulp.
Alyssa quietly changed her seat. Chen Ze also kindly gave her a new cup of lemonade.
Alyssa did not want to use the cup that Freymea just used.
"Okay." Chen Ze nodded and returned to the kitchen to quickly prepare the dishes for the two customers.
Freymea touched her stomach. She could still feel the pain there. After all, she was just blasted by a Magician's Blizzard.
This made Freymea feel a little regretful. Most Magicians would not use fire magic on Red Dragons. Freymea even said that she wanted to eat some Pyroblast to warm her stomach.
"By the way, Freymea, can I ask the name of the soul in the Abyss of Souls?" Chen Ze hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to ask. After all, Hastur had promised to help him rescue the person from the Abyss of Souls.
The atmosphere in the restaurant instantly became silent. Alyssa looked back and forth between the kitchen and Freymea in surprise.
As a believer of the Goddess of Wealth, she certainly knew what kind of place the Abyss of Souls was.
It was said that it was the hell of non-believers. Every non-believer and blasphemer would suffer endless torture there.
What made Alyssa feel strange was that Chen Ze would ask about this, and it was related to Freymea.
"I said that I don't need you to care about my business." Freymea calmly took a sip of the lemon water, but the atmosphere became even more oppressive.
Alyssa could feel that Freymea's mood was not as calm as her tone.
"I know an existence who should be able to help you rescue the soul you want from the Abyss of Souls, but you have to tell me her name and appearance." Chen Ze brought out Alyssa's curry pork chop rice, and placed it in front of Alyssa.
"Ha … That's funny. Although I'm about to die, it doesn't mean that you can tease me like this." Freymea raised her head angrily and stared at Chen Ze.
The corner of Chen Ze's mouth twitched, but when he thought about it, it was basically the same as when he heard someone say that they could revive the dead.
Chen Ze was indifferent. If it were him, he wouldn't believe it either. He might even call the other party crazy and call the mental hospital to pick her up.
"You can choose not to believe it." Chen Ze shrugged and returned to the kitchen to continue cooking.
He didn't owe Freymea anything, so there was no need to rush to help Freymea. Moreover, Freymea was at most a guest, not a friend.
Freymea was stunned. She had thought of many possibilities, such as Chen Ze continuing to persuade her or comfort her.
Or scolding her for not believing him and letting hope slip away from his hands.
However, she didn't expect Chen Ze to just calmly say that she didn't have to believe it and go back. This made Freymea feel that Chen Ze might be telling the truth.
Freymea looked down at her hand, then took out a gold coin from her chest. It was a very ordinary gold coin, but because it was well maintained, there were no stains.
Freymea held the small gold coin tightly in her hand and held it in front of her heart. Her eyes were a little dull.
Chen Ze's words evoked the hope that she had given up and the memories that were buried deep in her heart.
"Oh, my little princess, you are the treasure that the world has bestowed upon me. Let me think … How about you be called Freemia?" The Red Dragon looked gently at the little dragon that had just broken out of its shell.
"Freymea, how many times have I told you? Your father is always very busy. You can't trouble your father for such a small matter." The red dragon helplessly knocked the young dragon's head.
"Freymea, do you like this too?" The red dragon smiled and handed a gem to the young dragon.
"Freymea, you asked mommy why she didn't pray to the Dragon God? Because mommy caught the food herself. "The red dragon rubbed the young dragon's head.
"Freymea, don't cry. Mommy is just … just going to sleep outside. Let's make a bet. When this gold coin rusts, mommy will be back." The red dragon smiled and put a gold coin in the young dragon's hand, then it was taken away.
This was the last time Freymea saw her mother, and it was also the last time she touched her mother's hand.
"Guest, please enjoy." Chen Ze placed the braised chicken and rice on Freymea's table.
"Irene Charlotte Lingling." Freymea grabbed Chen Ze's hand.
"Huh?" Chen Ze was confused.
"That's my mother's name. Please save her, save my mother!" Freymea's eyes were filled with tears.
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