The Munchkin Disciple Wants To Stop Being Obsessed Over

85 – Finding the Skull (2)

“The Duke of Bluemont is coming here, and at this time?”

“Yes, I heard you would like to have an in-depth conversation about the future with your future son-in-law.”

“Oh my god.”

Daisy narrowed her eyes and answered by twisting his hair with her fingers, and I, who had heard the unexpected news, was lost in thought.

‘Why suddenly?’

Deren is a character who should have appeared until next year.

Of course, he had met me before and even signed a contract with me.

The terms of the contract were confidentiality, not discussing the future.

‘Did you ever meet that guy, Mort?’

Considering the question I asked Darren and his reaction, it was a reasonable guess.

I asked Darren.

-“If you could get rid of the contract tied to the Bluemont family, would you be willing to become Mort’s enemy?”

After hearing my question, Darren answered with a stern expression.

-“Morte, if that author is truly completely corrupted, and if the contract can really be abolished.”

After having that conversation with Darren, I broke up.

But that person is coming to Adenia next week. And that too to meet me.

‘Well, if that’s not the case, it doesn’t make sense.’

Even though he showed his mischievous side in front of me.

In the original work, Darren was a character who showed caution in his every action.

Deren really thought of me as his son-in-law and didn’t come to talk about marriage.

“Camel.”

As I was doing that, I heard Daisy’s voice in my ear.

When I looked up, I saw Daisy with a very serious expression, as if she wanted to lend credibility to my guess.

“There is something I really want to say.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know how long Carmel has been targeting me, but I think I must tell you this one thing.”

“Tell me… Huh?”

Wait a minute, I think I heard something strange.

“I’m not an easy woman.”

“What do you mean all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know how Camel managed to tempt her father, but my feeling is that it won’t be easy.”

“I think I’m misunderstanding something, but the duke is joking…”

“Yes, my father told me. Camel, that horny bastard wants to play with me like a toy.”

Deren, what on earth was that guy talking about that made Daisy say such nonsense?

While speechless due to the absurd feeling, Daisy continued speaking with a more serious expression than anyone else in the world.

“I’ll tell you straight.”

What?

“I can tolerate teasing like bumping lips with another girl, especially the one with red hair.”

Thoughts stopped momentarily at those words.

Hey, I think I witnessed the moment Rose kissed me with her mouth.

“But if Carmel really wants my heart, it has to be me first.”

“First time?”

“If Carmel doesn’t keep his chastity, I will never give him my heart no matter how much he persuades my father and tries to take me by force.”

Daisy declared so with a determined expression, and I, dumbfounded, had to answer while holding my pounding head.

“Daisy, can you take a moment to catch your breath and listen to me?”

“Try it once.”

“For now…”

Everything you thought was a delusion.

Let me calmly and at length explain to Daisy the facts that can be summarized in one word.

“Hey, hey!”

Daisy, whose face was as red as blush, hiccuped for the first time in a long time, and then disappeared from the spot at lightning speed.

****

After breaking up with Daisy, who was in a state of delusion, the next place I headed to was Diane’s teacher’s office.

“The skeleton spoke, but it did not contain demonic energy…”

When I asked about the skull I was talking about, Dian trailed off and became absorbed in his thoughts, but soon gave an unexpected answer.

“It is not impossible in theory. Although it is virtually impossible.”

“Can you tell me in detail?”

“Now, look here.”

As I tilted my head and asked, Dian scribbled something on a piece of paper that was on the table and started talking.

“Let’s say there is a soul here who is bound by a contract.”

“A contract?”

“For example, something like this. “If the contract is not fulfilled, the soul will never be able to rest.”

“Even if it is possible to make a contract in exchange for death, isn’t it impossible to make a contract in exchange for the soul?”

“That’s why I said it was close to impossible. “To allow a Libra to do this requires a huge price, and the average human being can never pay that price.”

After saying that, Dian started carving another letter next to the letter that said ‘soul’.

“But what if there is an outsider who can pay the price?”

“We can make a contract.”

“Okay. But what if the person who made a contract with such a being was a living person, and that person failed to fulfill the contract for a very long time?”

“Ah…”

“Okay. “I could become something like the skeleton you mentioned.”

After understanding Dian’s words, I nodded vigorously and then gave Dian a thumbs up.

“Hmm.”

Did he feel very satisfied with my reaction?

When Dian saw my finger, he cleared his throat and made a triumphant expression, and I immediately turned away from that face and was lost in thought for a moment.

‘If that’s really the case…’

It was not something to be taken lightly.

I don’t know exactly how long it takes for a person’s body to rot and crumble, leaving only the bones.

I know for sure that it will take a very long time.

That means that the skeleton has existed for a very long time.

‘That kind of being didn’t touch anything else and only stole the beads…’

It seems like an established fact that the skeleton knew exactly what the bead was and took it.

“Since a precious keepsake was stolen, it would be right for me as a professor to help. “I haven’t heard any news yet, but if I hear anything, I’ll let you know right away.”

“Thank you. “Professor Dian,”

“Anyway, there’s something I’d like to ask.”

“Anything.”

Is it because I learned something new thanks to Dian?

I responded to Dian’s call, feeling that my tone was being more polite and kind than usual.

“Has anything special happened these days? For example, someone you meet for the first time suddenly aims for your head.”

There were so many.

That answer welled up in my throat, but after holding it back with difficulty, I was able to shake my head and give another answer.

“There was none.”

“Okay. If so, that’s a relief. By the way, how is X doing these days?”

“Oh, you’re talking about the tweet. “He’s doing so well that it’s a relief.”

Reflectively recalling the image of Twitweet shouting about mating and mamma-tong, I shook my head and answered.

“Then, how about taking this opportunity to ask that friend for help?”

“To Tweet?”

“Okay. “I read in a book that the Qing Dynasty’s exploration ability is superior to that of any familiar.”

“Oh, really?”

“There’s a proverb like that, right? “Birds hear what you say during the day, and bluebirds see what’s happening.”

After hearing Dian’s words, I had to tilt my head. Was there ever such a proverb in the world?

“I’m kidding.”

Ah.

****

There was a great being traversing the vast blue sky at high speed.

“Tweet!”

That being was the Qing Dynasty, a spirit creature known to be extinct, and its name was Tweet.

“Tweet!”

The little blue bird, who thought of himself as something great, was in a very good mood.

That’s because Camel, who was upset that she didn’t play much with her every time, somehow suggested playing with her.

Twitter really liked the ‘Find the Skull’ game suggested by Camel.

In fact, this game felt very easy to Tweet, who can fly in the sky.

It was a game where you just had to fly through the sky, find a talking skull, tell it its location, and you would win.

I don’t know if that was all. Camel even made a promise to Tweet. She said that if she won the game, she would grant him one wish.

The curious Twitwee had already decided on his wish.

However, the male camel was embarrassed and did not show it. Seiji, a female, gave permission without hesitation.

“Tweet!”

Twitter was okay though.

She was going to be the winner of this game anyway, and Camel had no choice but to grant her wish.

“Tweet?”

Tweet, who had been imagining Camel and Seiji’s naked bodies intertwined for a while, suddenly stopped flapping his wings and tilted his head.

“Tweet!”

We descended gracefully toward a shabby log house hidden deep in the forest.

“Tweet?”

An open window appeared in Tweet’s field of vision, and the brave Tweet flew into that window without hesitation.

“Tweet…”

Because it was a suspicious house, I naturally thought there would be a talking skeleton.

Twitter was disappointed to see the empty house.

I said so.

“Tweet?!”

When Tweet saw something, he was startled and had to flap his wings.

It was worth it. What Tweet could see was a large, ornate hamster wheel decorated with bright jewels and pieces of beef jerky scattered nearby.

When Tweet realized that the beef jerky contained cheese, he picked it up with his beak without hesitation.

“Tweet! Tweet!”

Tweet couldn’t stand the ecstatic taste that flowed through his beak and trembled.

Is that all? Perhaps because it had been a while since he had been walking around in his normal form, his legs were itchy.

“Tweet! Tweet!”

-Rat, rattle.

Tweet, who could not bear the itchiness, without hesitation got on the treadmill and started playing with his legs.

A wonderful taste in your mouth,

A satisfying feeling on the legs.

Twitter thought. I heard there was a place called Utopia. Was it here?

“This bird too…”

A voice suddenly reached Tweet’s ear.

“Tweet! Tweet!”

-Rat, rattle.

Tweet, who was in a good mood, was just going on a treadmill of doing it or not.

“It’s mine now.”

-Crash.

A skeleton suddenly appeared, and Malik smiled happily and closed the door of the large cage.