The beast, driven into a desperate situation, fought like a madman, but the hunter’s thread had silently entangled its limbs. Just as it was thrown into confusion due to its center of gravity being off-balance, the butcher’s blade came down heavily.

Miracle · Aquatic Thread, Miracle · Sinister Light Slash!

Precise and elegant, cruel yet efficient, the first boss monster that Asho and the others encountered, the Great Dire Wolf Dragon, was split open like a ripe watermelon. It had jet-black hair that looked as if it had been styled in a beauty salon, and a massive body like a mud truck. However, it ultimately turned into specks of light, crossing paths with the reverse-flowing golden rain and sinking into the earth to become nourishment.

Several Artisans took the opportunity to escape, but were caught by the three of them.

“It’s not much different from a regular group of monsters,” Sonia sheathed her sword, crossed her fingers in front of her, and relaxed her joints by bending them in the opposite direction, commenting like a gourmet, “But the Great Dire Wolf Dragon at the end does have its merits. 2 points for scales, 3 points for movement, 4 points for meat quality, but I can give it 5 points for skull, just as crispy as potato chips—”

“At least your words have temporarily removed potato chips from my menu for the next five days. My fat thanks you,” Asho said irritably, “But to be fair, this Great Dire Wolf Dragon is not inferior to other large creatures in strength, and on top of that, it can command other dire wolf dragons. Just now, it almost seriously injured you three times.”

“But you were there,” Sonia glanced at Asho, and suddenly a very cute girl appeared in her line of sight. She opened her eyes wide as if expecting something, and a strand of red hair on her head proudly stood up, as if yearning to be smoothed down by someone.

Sonia helplessly reached out and rubbed Diya’s head, “And I have the super powerful witch by my side. How could a mere Great Dire Wolf Dragon escape our exquisite coordination?”

“Exactly!” Diya proudly put her hands on her hips, “As long as the Sword Girl and I are together, even if ten more come, it’s no big deal!”

“If you can attract the hatred of ten Great Dire Wolf Dragons as firmly as a capitalist attracts that of a worker, I don’t mind your enthusiasm for the job,” Asho clapped his hands, “Alright, it’s time to collect the bonus commission. Let’s see what surprises the Great Dire Wolf Dragon has prepared for us.”

The den of the Great Dire Wolf Dragon was the third resource point they found tonight, and it was the first boss resource point they encountered—aside from thirteen dire wolf dragons, there was also a boss monster, the Great Dire Wolf Dragon.

Of course, this battle was not as easy as the three of them, who were cheating by teaming up in a single-player game, made it out to be. Boss monsters had combat power almost on par with large creatures, and they could also command group creatures to assist in battle. They fought without any sense of chivalry.

When the boss attacked, its underlings would shamelessly ambush as well. Even a battle Artisan skilled in group attacks would be helpless when facing this kind of monster group, just like a student who only realized on the last day of summer vacation that they had homework to do.

Fortunately, Asho and the others were shameless as well. They found a relatively narrow passage and thought it was not narrow enough, so they directly chopped down the walls on both sides, narrowing the passage to only accommodate the maneuvering of two young girls, and then Asho stood at the back, wielding his heart sword back and forth, quickly depleting the underlings of the Great Dire Wolf Dragon. The next part of the show was the Great Dire Wolf Dragon fighting the three of them one-on-one.

The resource point they took down with all their might naturally yielded rich rewards. There were three types of resources being produced in the den: wood, mercury, and sulfur.

Among them, wood and ore were the cheapest resources. The first two resource points tonight were wood and ore, but mercury and sulfur were not so common.

“Red Sulfur” was the best fuel for fire Artisans and gun Artisans’ Artisans, while “Stone Flow Silver” was a universal lubricant for poison Artisans, water Artisans, mechanical Artisans, and other factions’ Artisans.

The rarer the material, the wider the range of Artisans that could be cultivated, and the stronger the effect. Ordinary wood and ore materials were not only very picky, but also had poor cultivation effects.

Sometimes Asho even wondered if he was the servant and the Artisans were the masters. Otherwise, how else could he explain his hard work and risking his life to find cultivation resources for the Artisans?

In short, the den of the Great Dire Wolf Dragon should be the best harvest tonight.

However…

Asho looked at the mercury pool in front of him, next to which was a seemingly rough but somewhat complex machine, like an irreplaceable work of art made by an orc holding a bunch of components and clattering after getting drunk.

But it was this contraption that should have been laid in a museum that had been driven by the Artisans of the dire wolf dragons in the past, drawing mercury from the pool and refining it into precious “Stone Flow Silver” and “Stone Milk Silver” mercury materials.

Asho looked around, the den of the Great Dire Wolf Dragon was a cave, overgrown with wildly growing vines, and the dire wolf dragons had not intended to build a sewage system, so the natural smell here was quite strong due to the excrement and urine.

But the square corners of the ceiling, the hall that had collapsed leaving only the base of the pillars, and the thing in the corner that had once been a fire basin but was now used as a urinal by the dire wolf dragons, proved that the Great Dire Wolf Dragon should only be a tenant here, not the landlord.”Of course, it is also possible that the landlords have transformed into the appearance of ferocious dragon wolves. The concept of ‘us vs. them’ is nothing new. But considering that the Sword Girl just compared their skull to potato chips, Asho decided to give up on this boring speculation. He hoped that he could continue to eat cucumber-flavored potato chips after 6 days.”

“Observer, observer!”

The witch ran up to him and reached out her hand. “Here’s the Lingfeng Wood, and also this purple sulfur. You’ll need both of them!”

“Okay, thank you.”

“You’re welcome!” Then the witch hurried off to search for other resources.

Asho’s gaze followed her figure, and Sonia had somehow sneaked up beside him. “The witch today… seems a bit strange.”

Asho naturally noticed it too – he had to notice. Today, the witch had black hair and a black dress, and the length of the dress reached her knees, unlike yesterday when she could reveal her absolute territory with a white short skirt. The change was drastic.

During battle, she no longer transformed her entire body into a fiery red warrior, but only the thin gauze gloves changed into a rosy color, and her hair seemed to have a streak of crimson, a mix of black and red.

Of course, Sonia was not referring to her change in clothing, but rather the witch’s personality.

Different from her calm and composed self last night, the witch tonight was as lively as the cream on a cake, and she became very easy to deceive – after just two battles, Sonia easily learned about all of the witch’s sorcery spirits, miracles, and her preferred fighting style. Their relationship also progressed by leaps and bounds.

If placed in reality, they would be the kind of friends who would hold hands and go to the bathroom together.

And after the first battle ended, Sonia looked at the crimson tuft of hair sticking up on the witch’s head and couldn’t help but praise her by patting her head, only to find that the witch couldn’t stop herself. After every battle, she would appear in Sonia’s line of sight, using her talking tuft of hair to urge Sonia to praise her.

What kind of upbringing could produce such a personality?

Even in Garlean, there wasn’t a girl so easily fooled, right?

But all of this was not the point. The point was that the witch was trying to please the observer and herself in a very clumsy way. And because of the friendly attitude she displayed, the witch felt that she no longer needed to work hard on their relationship, so she kept running over to the observer’s side.

She would bring materials to the observer, ask the observer what color they liked, and praise the observer for looking good today… it was cringe-worthy.

However, this foolishly cute witch made Sonia feel even more difficult to deal with.

If it was the calm witch from last night, Sonia could have used all her strength and resources to deal with her.

Although Sonia was now at the top level of the Sword Flower University, when she first entered the school, there was factional competition, class politics, dormitory hierarchy, and cliques of girls – she had experienced it all. Just a month ago, she and Lois were still at odds with each other.

If ‘dealing with scheming girls’ could be included in the Artisan faction, Sonia felt that she would easily reach the gold level in this faction.

Sonia had originally suspected that the witch was taking the ‘foolishly cute’ route to win favor, after all, the innocent and sweet type had always been popular. Even Daidalos had starred in a few “Arrogant Prince Falls for Innocent Sweetheart” dramas, and Sonia herself had taken this route in the first semester of her freshman year to increase her popularity at the academy. She naturally knew how powerful this kind of innocence was.

Especially when it was feigned innocence, it was just right and wouldn’t make people angry.

But Sonia found that the witch was truly innocent.

The witch was like tearing off the werewolf mask used for defense last night, revealing her harmless and pure lamb-like face. It seemed like she didn’t have much experience interacting with people her age, and her way of interacting was to take out her heart and shout, “Look at me, look at me!” Even a country bumpkin would have more worldly experience than her.

Sonia was an expert at feigning innocence, and even she couldn’t see through it, then it definitely wasn’t an act. But if it wasn’t an act, then what was the deal with the White Witch from last night?

Asho had guessed some of it, after all, he knew that the witch’s inherent talent was personality splitting. The witch from last night and the witch tonight were obviously not the same personality.

But should this information be told to the Sword Girl?

Or should he be the one to tell her?

“I suggest you ask her directly, after all, this should be considered her privacy.”

“You know, so just tell me.”

“Then if the witch asks about your privacy, should I also honestly answer?”

Before Sonia could retort, Asho waved his hand as if to swat away an annoying fly. “I know what you want to say – yes, emotions appear heavy because of depth, and relationships appear intimate because of distance. You should naturally have more authority with me than the witch, such as discussing her gossip behind her back.””I do enjoy gossiping, but only when those people aren’t going to be colleagues we see every day. The three of us are going to be comrades in arms, clinging to life in the foreseeable future. Whispering and complaining about a third person occasionally is one thing, but we shouldn’t make a habit of privately discussing gossip about teammates—otherwise, Sword Girl, the moment you see me standing with the witch, you’ll definitely think we’re talking about your secrets behind your back.”

Sonia immediately retorted, “I’m not that sensitive!”

“The only thing in this world more sensitive than you is probably a secret poison,” Asho said irritably. “Although if our team grows in the future, forming cliques is inevitable, right now there are only three of us. I hope we can keep the atmosphere at the level of a student interest group for as long as possible before we enter the dirty adult world of gossiping about colleagues all day.”

“Actually, I’ve been wanting to ask you for a long time—what does gossip mean?”

“You didn’t understand?”

“Because of the context, I can guess it probably means speaking ill of others.”

“It’s really just talking about right and wrong.”

“What does right and wrong mean?”

“Are you picking a fight?” Asho lost his patience. “If you want to know the witch’s secrets, just go ask her directly!”

“But asking about someone’s secrets so bluntly can make you seem like you have low emotional intelligence…”

“Then I’ll help you, I’m curious too.”

Without hesitation, Asho took Sonia by the hand and went to find Diya. Sonia was actually startled by the sudden hand-holding—it wasn’t their first time holding hands, as they had clasped fingers tightly while soaring through the Sea of Knowledge, and they would assist each other during battle, but this kind of contact in ordinary daily life was indeed a first.