"Gulp, gulp, gulp …"
Mo Yan gulped down the entire bowl of soup in one go, and the warmth that came from the inside out made him sigh contentedly.
"I can't even imagine a day without Brother George," Mark exclaimed with a face full of happiness as he hugged the bowl.
George smiled, picked up the soup ladle, and poured a bowl for each of them. "Drink more if you like. The climb will definitely be colder later, so it's important to replenish your energy."
"Mm, mm," Mark replied quickly. He couldn't wait to pick up the bowl and continue to gulp down the soup.
"Gulp, gulp …"
A bird's cry sounded faintly, and it was especially obvious in the silent snow. Everyone couldn't help but look up.
"It's a messenger bird! I didn't expect the Mystical Region to have messenger birds too! " Mark stood up excitedly. The messenger bird was an elf that was unique to the city, and it was very difficult to see it anywhere else.
"Gulp!"
The messenger bird cried out in alarm, and its two small wings fluttered in a panic, and it flew away from its original spot.
But this messenger bird was obviously a little stupid, and in its hurry, it actually left behind the gift bag that it carried with it.
At this moment, a cold wind blew gently, and the gift bag flew unsteadily in front of Mark, who caught it.
"Gulp!"
The messenger bird turned pale with fright, and the frightened expression on its face was not something that an ordinary bird could make.
It swooped down, flew straight towards Mark, and pecked at his head fiercely.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch … Stop it!" Mark covered his head and scurried away, but his hand was still holding the gift bag tightly, and the messenger bird couldn't snatch it back no matter how hard it tried.
Rip!
A clear tearing sound was heard, and Mark and the messenger bird paused, slowly looking at the gift bag.
"Gulp!"
The messenger bird cried out in despair, and then lay down on the snow, as if it was complaining to Mark.
If the bag was alive, the bird was alive, and if the bag was dead, the bird was dead!
"Mm?"
Suddenly, Mo Yan exclaimed softly. He got up and slowly walked towards the man and the bird. Then, he picked up the item that had fallen out of the gift bag … a letter?
"No wonder it treasures its bag so much. It really is a messenger." Mark clicked his tongue in wonder, but he didn't notice Mo Yan's frown.
"Eh? Boss, why did you open the letter? It's someone else's. That's not good, "Mark said blankly.
The messenger bird that was lying on the ground pretending to be dead immediately got up and flew up again, trying to snatch the letter in Mo Yan's hand.
"Marsala!"
"Bullshit!"
A black shadow flashed past Mo Yan's side, and the messenger bird was sent flying before it could even get close. It fell into the snow once again, leaving only its two little yellow feet dangling outside.
"Is there a problem with this letter?" George asked curiously, having sensed that something was wrong.
Mo Yan quickly read the letter in his hand and passed it to George. He then turned to look at the messenger bird in the snow.
"Coo coo!"
Mo Yan grabbed the messenger bird's feet and lifted it up. The sudden sense of weightlessness woke it up, and the messenger bird began to struggle with all its might. Unfortunately, it was of no use.
In theory, elfins like messenger birds were extremely bad at fighting. Without evolution, they could only learn two skills by leveling up: gift and pecking.
However, messenger birds weren't completely useless. They were born with the ability to make gift bags with their feathers, and these gift bags had a huge capacity.
Nowadays, the space backpacks that were widely used by trainers were said to have been developed based on gift bags.
Just like its name, messenger birds had always been used as messengers in ancient times. No matter how far apart two places were, they could still find their way home.
Today, in the era of electronic communication, messenger birds were gradually being eliminated. Their survival ability in the wild was not high, and they were even on the verge of extinction.
However, Mo Yan knew that messenger birds were still used to send important information and supplies. There was also …
"Rocket!"
Mark tilted his head and stared at the letter in George's hand. He couldn't help but exclaim after glancing at it.
Yes, Rocket!
Since the elfin long-distance transmission system was strictly monitored by the Alliance, using messenger birds as a transmission tool wasn't a bad idea.
However, this was the Mystical Area. When did Rocket's reach reach so far?
"The Rocket you're talking about, is it the underground force in the Kanto area?" Zhu Lan walked over. Obviously, she wasn't completely ignorant about Rocket.
"From the looks of this letter, it should be a Rocket member called Miyamoto who came to the Mystical Area alone. She's looking for … the whereabouts of the fantasy treasure, Dream Dream," George said concisely after reading the contents of the letter quickly.
"Legend has it that Dream lives in the World Tree. Could it be that the World Tree is in the Mystical Area?" Zhu Lan raised her eyebrows and asked. She was very interested in this.
"Miyamoto, female, one of Rocket's twin empresses. Other than the current leader of Rocket, she has the highest status."
"Hiss …"
Mo Yan's sudden introduction caused Mark to gasp. Even George and Zhu Lan looked at him in shock.
Everyone present had heard of how strong Rocket was, but they didn't expect that a messenger bird could lead to such a big shot.
"Then this Miyamoto … how strong is she?" Zhu Lan couldn't help but ask after hesitating for a while.
"I don't know." Mo Yan shook his head. He thought for a while and added, "She should be at least a Heavenly King-tier trainer."
In his previous life, when Mo Yan went to Rocket's headquarters to "pay his respects," the twin empresses were already a thing of the past. The new leader was the Earth King, Sakaki.
According to the information passed down at that time, Miyamoto mysteriously disappeared while searching for Dream.
The other twin empresses was actually Sakaki's mother, the current leader of Rocket.
Of course, Mo Yan didn't know when Sakaki had taken over Rocket from her mother. Perhaps it was during this period of time?
"Then … then are we still going this way?" Hearing that it was a Heavenly King-tier trainer, and also a member of the underground Rocket, Mark's question wasn't actually a sign of fear.
Knowing that he couldn't win and still fighting head-on, that would be stupid.
"Although we accidentally met the messenger bird, it doesn't mean that Miyamoto is nearby. If it's really fate, even if we take a detour, it won't help."
George said mysteriously, but his eyes didn't blink as he stared at Mark.
"Why … why are you looking at me! Why would I want to meet such an enemy! "Mark shouted guiltily.
It was … it was clearly the messenger bird that came to provoke him. It wasn't him, Mark, who took the initiative!
He felt so wronged (* '*' *)
"No matter what, let's deal with this messenger bird first." Mo Yan finally said. The messenger bird in his hand was already foaming at the mouth and had stopped struggling.
"How should we deal with it? Should we … roast it? "
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