While the death of the flood dragon seriously altered his original plans, it also proved to be a fortunate encounter. The flood dragon's meat was a significant addition, and with it, he could now actively hunt for the mythical creature, greatly improving his chances of capturing it. Overall, it had been a dangerous yet beneficial experience.
As Oliver remained lost in thought, the boat—or as he called it, the car—descended from the sky and landed beside him. The rear entrance opened, revealing Root, marker and paper in hand, his eyes sparkling as he surveyed their surroundings. Oliver noticed this and sighed. He took a deep breath, anticipating what was to come.
'Young Root is a… little.'
'…a little shit.'
Oliver thought to himself. Sadly, this assessment was accurate. As a devoted fanboy, Root seemed to care deeply about his idols, and even more sadly, Lin Yue appeared to be one of the well-liked ones.
'Anyway, he is a dependable little shit.'
