Chapter 146

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Chapter 146: There Is a Dish Called Farewell My Concubine

After Kanor spoke, Uncle Maider hesitated briefly. Though he doubted this young girl could resolve the Anti-Magic Domain surrounding the sunken pirate ship, he chose not to dismiss her suggestion outright.

He knew one thing about Kanor—she never spoke without reason.

Moreover, his trust in Lolth, the succubus lord, persuaded him to give the girl a chance.

Tina Leinster, utterly captivated by Kanor’s title as “Lolth’s disciple,” treated her like her own child, indulging her every whim.

As for the dwarves, bound by the principle of “it is hard to bite the hand that feeds you,” they decided to humor Kanor. After all, no one had a better solution, and letting her try wouldn’t cause any harm.

Kanor dashed toward the southern development area with purpose. Her destination was clear: the fish pond in the Southern New Development Zone.

Since the day the turtle had spoken in the kitchen, Lolth had realized that it was not just a wise creature but a cursed human—definitely not suitable for eating.

Keeping it in the kitchen felt improper, so she relocated it to the fish pond in the Southern New Development Zone. There, it could sustain itself without her constant care.

However, Lolth wasn’t offering free meals. The turtle was tasked with monitoring the pond’s water quality and fish population. If the fish fry count dropped drastically, she would certainly scare it into behaving.

Standing by the fish pond, Kanor called out.

“Hey—hey—”

The turtle soon floated to the surface, revealing its dark green, flat head.

“What’s up, little chef? Missed me already?” it said, chewing on a piece of fish.

Kanor wasted no time. A stream of liquid silver metal wrapped around the turtle like a rope, pulling it out of the pond.

“Is the sunken ship west of town yours?” she asked, dragging the turtle toward the Western Development Zone.

“Yes… but to be precise, it isn’t mine,” the turtle replied. “I was just a sailor on that ship.”

Kanor nodded and pressed further.

“Can you disable the Anti-Magic Domain?”

The turtle was startled. “Who told you about that? Was it your succubus master?”

“No,” Kanor shook her head. “Uncle Maider mentioned it. Can you turn it off?”

The turtle nodded slowly.

“Yes, I can. It’s no big deal. But you have quite the circle of ‘high-level’ friends—most ordinary folks wouldn’t even know about the Anti-Magic Domain.”

Reaching the riverbank, Kanor stopped. Before them stood Maider, Tina, Doyle, and a curious group of dwarves.

The turtle’s gaze swept over them.

“A Superlative-Level Little Devil, an Epic-Level elf, and a human of unknown rank, all flanked by elite dwarves. Truly a rare sight,” it muttered, waving. “Hello, friends of Hillenbrand Town!”

Tina stared at the talking turtle in shock.

“This is Lolth’s pet? It can talk?”

Doyle adjusted her glasses, scanning the turtle for anomalies.

“Strange… very strange.”

The dwarves exchanged whispers.

“Old Ida, look! A talking turtle!”

“It doesn’t seem like a magical beast…”

“Didn’t you hear? It’s Lord Lolth’s pet. Nothing ordinary about that!”

Maider squinted at the turtle, then turned to Kanor.

“Is it really the one?”

Kanor nodded. “I wasn’t sure at first, but I confirmed it just now. It says it can turn off the domain.”

“Of course,” the turtle interjected, “disabling an Anti-Magic Domain is like flipping a switch. Back when I was a sailor, I did it three or four times a day.”

Hearing this, Kanor addressed the group.

“If it fails, I’ll prepare turtle soup for everyone. I’ll even use the leftovers to recreate the dish Master Lolth mentioned—‘Farewell My Concubine.’”

At this, the turtle panicked.

“My dear Kanor, my little cooking prodigy, you’re joking, right?”

Kanor didn’t respond. Instead, she grabbed the turtle by the neck and hoisted it high.

“Enough chatter,” she said, swinging her arm and tossing the turtle into the river.

The turtle spiraled through the air, waving dramatically.

“Goodbye, Miss Kanor! If I’m not mistaken, this is the last we’ll meet!”

“Is it escaping?” Maider asked, his voice laced with doubt.

“Not unless it’s a master of Space Magic or beyond legendary power,” Doyle said calmly.

Minutes passed in silence. Then, the oppressive Anti-Magic Domain dissipated.

Moments later, the turtle resurfaced, looking thoroughly dejected.

“Surprising… truly surprising,” it muttered.

The turtle climbed onto the riverbank, muttering praises.

“If you’re curious, this magic circle was set up by Lady Lolth,” Doyle revealed with a knowing smile.

The turtle straightened. “Ah, of course! Lady Lolth, the great protector of Hillenbrand Town, whose magic is unparalleled. Such a flawless design! I fully support her work.”

Shaking off its embarrassment, the turtle turned to leave.

“Well, the Anti-Magic Domain is disabled. Let’s all get back to work—for the future of Hillenbrand Town!”

As the turtle waddled away, Doyle watched, deep in thought.

“I should report this to the Demon King. Hillenbrand Town is more important than we anticipated.”