Konoha: Naruto will win no matter what choice he makes! Chapter 145

Based on his shallow knowledge, Duck was unable to offer his opinion on the murals.

However, Emma’s research undoubtedly rekindled his interest in the murals.

But there’s a priority, and one shouldn’t put the cart before the horse.

Under the current circumstances, learning “Magic Language” is the top priority, while mural research can be a topic of interest.

When he mentioned this, Emma said earnestly, “Of course, academics are the main focus, and research is just an interest. I won’t neglect one for the other.”

Then she happily returned to her seat.

…

Duck looked at the book “The Golden King and the Secret Treasure” that Emma had left behind, feeling a headache.

He still had a copy of “The Biography of Merlin” that he had only read the beginning of.

The number of books he wanted to read was increasing, but the time he had was decreasing.

He carried the book out of the library, preparing to choose “The Golden King and the Secret Treasure” as his bedtime reading for tonight.

The public lounge of the Noble House was still lively.

Classes were starting on Monday, but students always played very late on Sunday nights.

He sat next to Diana and Rose for a while, snagged a milk candy, and then went upstairs.

But just as he was about to unlock the door, Duck suddenly stopped. He seemed to hear a slight movement from inside the room?

The dormitories of St. Marian generally had soundproofing, so ordinary movements wouldn’t be heard outside the door.

This meant that any sound heard outside the door must be extraordinary!

Duck frowned, and his fingers instinctively reached into his card pouch.

But he thought about it again and just held the magic card between two fingers without summoning it.

“Click!”

He unlocked the door and pushed it open.

A slight gap appeared, and the sound from inside the room rushed into his ears.

It was extremely noisy, like a large group of cats and dogs gathered together, barking madly.

Duck’s brows relaxed slightly, then furrowed even tighter.

He quickly squeezed into the room and locked the door to prevent the noisy sounds from disturbing other students’ rest.

The lights in the room were on.

White light illuminated every corner of the dormitory.

Tables, chairs, cabinets, and shelves were all covered with various animals.

Duck wasn’t too surprised.

He kicked the fat lion blocking the entrance, and the big cat lazily moved aside a little, making a barely passable path for him.

But ahead, there were two giant bears fighting, and several monkeys were cheering and slapping their butts.

Big-mouthed orange parrots flew around in the air, shedding feathers everywhere.

On the bird perch above, two lovebirds were performing a double flight.

Snakes and mongooses were intertwined, the mongoose’s screams piercing his eardrums.

A white tiger lay on top of the wardrobe, eyes closed, snoring.

Cats and dogs were frolicking like fools.

…

Duck couldn’t help but cover his forehead.

He had always been helpless against this group of magic spirits.

If Red, the Mental Mage, was the pioneer of Mental Summoning, then Claire, the “Sage of Beasts,” must be the contemporary master of Mental Summoning.

The intelligence level of these magic spirits must be above 3.0.

As the saying goes, “ignorance is bliss.” When Duck was younger, he didn’t understand anything, so he didn’t think it was particularly amazing.

But now, seeing this scene again, he would sincerely exclaim, “The Sage of Beasts” truly lives up to her name as a sage.

He walked through the gaps between the magic spirits, who were useless for steaming, boiling, roasting, frying, or stir-frying, and came to the balcony of his bedroom.

The balcony was the only quiet place in the entire bedroom.

Claire Kate was leaning back in Duck’s exclusive lounge chair, with the active Catnip curled up on her lap and the Cowslip sleeping at her feet.

Soft moonlight streamed through the balcony’s glass window, illuminating half of her face and revealing a hint of fatigue.

For Claire, who loved traveling the world, being able to reach St. Marian in such a short time clearly took some effort.

The hardship of the journey goes without saying.

Her mere presence here made the surrounding atmosphere soft and cottony, and the noise behind her seemed to disappear.

Duck stood at the balcony door for a long time.

Young and naive, without worries, sorrows, or boredom.

In the past, he didn’t know what Claire had gone through, so he didn’t understand why such a quiet person would develop such a strong alcohol addiction.

The foundation of Mental Summoning is the bond between a person and a magic spirit.

The behavior pattern of a magic spirit is a reflection of its deepest heart.

Her appearance was quiet, but her heart was restless.

Thinking about it carefully.

Alvette was her only remaining friend after the war.

Duck silently drew upon the memories in his mind.

The Claire in his memories seemed to always sit by the bed in the dead of night, wiping an old photo that would never dry.

How many people were in that photo?

One, two, three…

Was it five or six?

…

Night fell.

Claire seemed to feel a hint of coolness and sniffed slightly.

There was a slight rise and fall from her chest to her abdomen.

Duck sighed, turned to open the wardrobe, and took out a thick woolen blanket.

November was almost winter, and the weather was turning cold.

If she slept like this until dawn, she would inevitably catch a cold.

He opened the balcony door, walked over lightly, picked up the Catnip, and carefully spread the blanket over her.

“Meow~”

The Catnip let out a soft meow.

Duck stroked its head and tucked it into the folds of the blanket.

…

After returning to the bedroom, Duck looked up at the still noisy magic spirits and summoned the Impmon.

After using [Pride II], Impmon gained a second skill.

→[Finishing Move: Demonic Hypnosis]

→[Demonic Hypnosis: Emits a hypnotic wave from the eyes to hypnotize enemies.]

The bedroom finally fell silent.

Duck entered the bathroom, pulled out a few small animals hidden inside, and then soaked himself in the bathtub, taking a short nap.

When he walked out of the bathroom, he was still steaming.

Impmon had already warmed the bed.

He simply burrowed in, picked up “The Golden King and the Secret Treasure,” and began to read it.

Novels in this era were mainly serialized in magazines, and if the response was good, single volumes would be published.

Due to mode limitations, long novels were not popular; generally, medium and short stories were more common.

“The Golden King and the Secret Treasure,” as a medium-length novel, had a very compact plot.

The protagonist, Joshua, and the surviving prospectors ventured deep into the ruins to find the Golden King’s treasure.

The entire Golden City was split into several layers due to changes in the stratum.

The Golden King’s tomb was also difficult to find.

Their actions stirred up the Golden Guards within the Golden City, and several unlucky prospectors were cut in half.

The blood flowing from their bodies was instantly absorbed by the ground.

The Golden City was like a giant beast that had been thirsty for a long time and finally met someone who brought water, constantly devouring one life after another.

…

Duck gradually fell asleep and had a jumbled dream.

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