I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

By the time the jigsaw puzzle was finished, it was completely dark.

Vivian jumped off the rock and threw the crumpled parchment at Charles: "Here you go~ I'm exhausted, Charles, can't you just do your own work?"

Charles took the parchment, speechless.

You were the one who snatched it to play with, but how could he dare to complain?

Vivian skipped back home, but stopped halfway there.

"Oh, right, little Ian~"

Ian peeked out from Lilith's arms: "Hmm?"

"Come with me." Vivian beckoned to him with her finger. "I have something good for you."

"It's best not to think of foot massage as something good..." Ian paused, secretly thinking to himself.

But Jelly quickly jumped down from Lilith's arms and followed Vivian toward the dragon's nest.

Lilith tried to follow, but Vivian's gaze froze her in place.

"I didn't call you," Vivian said. "Stay outside."

Lilith obediently stopped.

……

Deep within the dragon's nest, the gold and silver mountains remain as before.

Vivian walked to a pile of messy clutter, squatted down, and began rummaging through it.

"Hmm...where did I put it? I specifically left it here yesterday...wait, when did you steal this? It's ugly, throw it further away..."

She tossed the gold coins aside, scattered gems everywhere, and casually tossed aside several pieces of magical equipment that looked very expensive.

Ian lay quietly to the side, watching this scene, silently criticizing Vivian's management of her treasure vault, and then casually picked up a few magic crystals from the surrounding area and started chewing on them.

Finally, Vivian pulled out a book from inside.

It was a very old book with a dark red leather cover, several cracks, and badly worn edges. The pages had no title and no decorations, making it look like a piece of junk.

When Vivian handed it to Ian, her expression became unusually serious.

"This is a great thing, and it's not just for spatial magic!"

Ian took the book, glanced at it, and didn't see anything good in it.

The book was heavy, heavier than he had imagined. The cover had fine textures and felt rough to the touch.

"Thank you..." Ian expressed his gratitude.

Vivian waved her hand and turned to disappear into the sea of ​​gold and silver: "Go on, go on, don't disturb my sleep~ Giving orders today was too mentally taxing~"

Ian watched her figure disappear into the pile of gold coins. He tried to put the rolled-up dark red ancient book into his storage space, but he couldn't.

Ian didn't think much of it and stuffed the old book into his body.

Then he turned and left the dragon's nest.

I hopped along the familiar road toward the experimental field.

……

Moonlight shone on the flat land beside the experimental field.

The tender shoots of the Dragon Blood Wheat had grown a little taller, with two leaves swaying gently in the night breeze, while the other seeds remained buried in the soil.

The two glowing veins remained embedded in mid-air, emitting a soft, cold light.

Ian did a routine check and found nothing unusual about the fields; they looked thriving!

So Ian took out the old book. Besides farming, he also needed to strengthen himself, as he had been craving spatial magic for a long time.

Turn to the first page...

The pages were yellowed and covered with densely packed characters that looked like ancient writing, which I couldn't quite understand.

A faint, almost imperceptible magical energy lingered between the pages.

Ian turned another page, but still couldn't understand it.

Turn the page.

The dense text on the pages seemed to flash, as if something had moved.

Ian was taken aback.

Before Ian could react, a wisp of glowing smoke emerged from the book and entered his body.

Then, Ian heard a voice.

The woman's voice carried a hint of languor and a touch of curiosity.

"Huh? What's this? Slime? Starry Sky Magic?"

"Little one, what's your name? How old are you? Where are you from? Do you have a girlfriend? Do you like slimes or female dragons? Or do you like both?"

Ian was a little confused, feeling like something strange had come out of the book.

He looked down at the book in his hand, then at the wisp of smoke emerging from it.

After a brief period of diffusion, the plume of smoke quickly condensed into a solid shape.

A smoky spirit, dressed in a mage's robe and resembling a mature woman, appeared.

The smoke continued to gather, outlining her slender waist and long legs.

As her fingers took shape, she raised her hand, smoke swirling around her fingertips, and with a gentle wave, a pair of thin-rimmed glasses made of smoke appeared out of thin air.

Two slender fingers pinched the temples of the glasses, which were then elegantly rested on the high bridge of his nose.

She raised her head and finally opened her eyes.

Her eyes gleamed with intense curiosity as she asked, "Why aren't you reacting? Are you shy?"

Before Ian could react, she darted inside him.

Inside the transparent gel, a face was squeezed out of shape, its limbs flailing wildly.

The next second, she burst out from behind Ian and solidified into a human form.

She giggled and then plunged headfirst into the hole again.

Ian watched as this powerful female spirit slashed through his body seven times, the chilling sensation making him tremble.

Ian finally couldn't hold back and blurted out, "...Who are you?"

A soft laugh came from Ian's gelatinous body.

"Who am I? Good question~ Let me think~ It's been a while since I introduced myself..."

She paused for a few seconds.

"You can call me Ms. Mo, a soul trapped in this book."

Ian nodded his gelatinous head to indicate that he understood. But Ian didn't think it mattered; he only wanted to learn spatial magic.

"You can teach me spatial magic, right?"

Ms. Mo raised an eyebrow: "On what grounds?"

Vivian said she gave me this book.

"Giving it to you doesn't mean I belong to you." Ms. Mo said, hands on her hips, completely unconcerned. "I am a free individual, not a freebie to this book. Want to learn spatial magic? You can choose to trade with me."

"Sure." Ian agreed without hesitation. Whether there were any bargaining chips or not wasn't important; he could just offer his terms. "What do you want in exchange? Gold coins? Or gems?"

"Knowledge, rumors, interesting stories, anything that satisfies my curiosity is fine..."

Ms. Mo's answer was somewhat unexpected for Ian.

That's it?

Ian thought to himself, "This book spirit seems very intellectual, but I didn't expect it to be someone who loves to listen to gossip."

"Deal!" Ian readily agreed.

"But let me make this clear first, ordinary stuff won't do. The knowledge has to be something I don't know! The rumors have to be sensational! The stories have to have plot twists! The interesting stories have to be bizarre..." She rattled off a long list of requirements.

Ian listened patiently until the end, then began, "Once upon a time, there was a princess named Snow White..."

It was the same story I told Lorenzo last time, except I don't remember the beginning or the end, so I just rambled on and on...

Ms. Mo was so engrossed in listening that she forgot to change her floating posture.

When Ian got to the part about Snow White lighting the beacon fires to amuse the feudal lords, she couldn't help but interrupt, "Wait a minute, that transition was so abrupt!"

Ian: "That's called creating a good show."

Ms. Mo: "This is utter fabrication!"

But her body language betrayed her; she floated in front of Ian and said, "Keep going, keep going!"

Ian spread his tentacles.

"Time to pay, I want spatial magic!"

……