Chapter 472: Chapter 472: Different from Impressions

“Hey! Bing Lu, bring the ship close to the Fierce Land Shark.”

The crew began to dissect the Fierce Land Shark, and Mellen took out a Crystal Ball, yelling into it.

A Lamia girl, who resembled Mellen, poked her head out of the ship’s cabin, her tail slowly wrapping around the ship’s helm, as if scared of damaging it, inching the Sand Sailing Ship closer to the Fierce Land Shark.

Once the ship reached the vicinity of the Fierce Land Shark, the girl named Bing Lu dove back into the cabin, pressed a red button, and the Sand Sailing Ship plowed through the yellow sand, burying itself halfway into the ground.

A gap opened in the center of the ship, revealing a three-meter-wide passage leading directly into the spacious cabin.

The Lamias outside skillfully carved up the meat, packaged it, and specialists transported it to the ship’s cold storage for quick-freezing.

The Lamia named Bing Lu cautiously peeked at Yang Yu and his group, who were talking with her mother. Seeing Mellen wave to her, she quickly retracted into the ship.

Yang Yu originally thought that as long as he explained everything clearly to Mellen, they could leave, but he had not expected that after his explanation, Mellen would invite them to join in the dissection of the Fierce Land Shark.

Yang Yu couldn’t refuse, and agreed, leading his team close to the Fierce Land Shark, where a strong fishy smell assaulted their senses.

Lotcar and Iyas were okay, as they had helped with hunting in the community before and were already accustomed to the smell of blood. Facing the blood-soaked sand, they showed no hesitation and, even without guidance from a Lamia master, could skillfully carve up the meat.

Qing Shi, Bai Jin, and Hake, who had never seen such a scene, felt an unprecedented pressure just to step on the sticky sand, let alone concentrate on carving the meat.

Even more daunting was the sight of the cooperating Lamias, each with a serious and earnest expression, which added pressure from the side, causing Bai Jin to let out a series of odd giggles.

Only after communicating with Mellen were the three assigned to a less stressful but busy task of deboning.

Besides its extremely pungent blood, every part of the Fierce Land Shark was a treasure.

The meat was edible, the scales could be made into hard Armor, the bones could be ground into powder to make Magic Potions, and the Demon Crystals formed inside its body could be turned into top-quality Magic Weapons.

Although the Fierce Land Shark was valuable, processing it was extremely complex, by the time the body was fully processed, the sun had already begun to set.

Just as they thought they were finally free, Mellen invited Yang Yu and his team to join him for dinner.

It was a one-sided invitation from the Lamia, and the ingredients for the meal were the freshly caught Fierce Land Shark of that day.

The crew brought out a huge black circular iron plate from the Sand Sailing Ship and arranged various cooking utensils on it.

One of the utensils caught Yang Yu by surprise.

Wasn’t this the ultimate defensive Divine Artifact, the frying pan?

Picking up the frying pan, Yang Yu opened his data panel, “A regular frying pan. Attack power +3, defensive power +5,” emmm… an extremely ordinary frying pan.

Yang Yu asked how such a pan came about, and Mellen replied that they made it themselves specifically to go with this circular iron plate.

This circular iron plate was a cooking tool of the Lamia Clan, with a plug-like design underneath that could be inserted directly into the sand, drawing Magic Power from it and converting it into heat.

It could be thought of as an induction cooker that could be freely used in the desert.

The sizzling hotplate seared the freshly sliced meat, emitting a pleasant “sizzle,” and an odd, tantalizing aroma wafted from the flesh, enhanced by the spices, making one’s mouth water.

A figure slowly peeked out from the cabin, eyes transfixed on the meat Mellen was grilling, but upon seeing the person conversing with his mother, retreated, only able to swallow saliva in longing.

Yang Yu became aware of the Lamia girl spying on them from the cabin but decided not to call her out, as he and his companions were quickly surrounded by a crowd of Lamia.

Initially, Yang Yu thought the half-human half-snake Subhumans would be difficult to deal with, but they turned out to be excessively hospitable.

“Brother, help yourself to the meat, we’ve got plenty.”

“You guys must have had some amazing adventures, I’d love to hear them. Tell us a few stories.”

“Hey, hey, are you an elf? That’s really rare; I remember an elf visited our village last year.”

“Wow, wow, look how cool this Silver Wolf is! What breed is it?”

Come mealtime, all the Lamia discarded their earlier seriousness, and everyone, men and women alike, crowded towards Yang Yu and his friends, eagerly sharing their homemade food and drinks.

Qing Shi was completely disoriented; in his memory, Lamia Subhumans were synonymous with cold-heartedness, yet now they had turned into inquisitive kittens, constantly bombarding them with questions.

Yang Yu handled the questions with adept ease, but there was such a multitude of inquirers that he had to ask the Lamia to return to their seats and raise their hands to ask questions from there.

The crowd munched on the Fierce Land Shark cuisine while listening to Yang Yu bolster his bravado.

It wasn’t until night fell and the Lamia began to clean up the dishes that Yang Yu finally exhaled a slow sigh of relief.

“Ha ha ha.” Mellen let out a boisterous laugh, clapping Yang Yu on the back, “You’ve had a tough day. The Lamia Clan has lived in the desert for generations, and aside from specific trades, they rarely encounter races other than their own.

Since you’ve earned my approval and are not our enemy, they naturally took great interest in you.

Of course, if you were our enemy, it would have been a different story.”

Yang Yu smiled back, “Thank you, truly. If I can, I hope to never be your enemy.”

The Lamia were an extremely mysterious race, and even when Yang Yu was researching Racial Essence, he had taken note of them.

However, there were no records in the books of the Lamia ever sharing their Racial Essence with other races.

To be honest, even if he could obtain the Lamia’s Racial Essence, Yang Yu wasn’t keen on using it. What if he underwent a mutation and lost his lower half?

Yang Yu wasn’t concerned about being unable to do shameful things; what worried him was that if his long-dormant Luck Power suddenly erupted and his lower half turned into a snake, he’d have to spend time getting used to it all over again.

What if he absorbed the Essence of another race and transformed back? All the hard-earned skills would go to waste, wouldn’t they?

Two mutations occuring consecutively was highly improbable, apparently requiring boundless Luck to achieve. Yet to toss and turn only to end up empty-handed was the very Abyss of the unluckiest.

Yang Yu had every reason to believe that his luck could pull off such a stunt.

So, from the start, Yang Yu had excluded the Lamia’s Racial Essence.