CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: SPECIAL INTELLIGENCE

The swamp boggart inside the bubble saw Lear being protected by the wetland lizard-man and immediately became excited.

They kept slapping the bubble.

The sound penetrated through the bubble.

It carried a hint of dullness and the unique resonance of water.

"Release us... human..."

"We are willing to offer you treasured treasures in exchange for our lives!"

"Mighty human, we also know information about an ancient ruin..."

"Respected sir, we mean you no harm..."

Initially, their tone was fierce, but seeing he was unmoved, they gradually softened, finally turning into pleas.

Lear’s gaze remained calm, ignoring these boggarts, and he activated the seed of magic.

The Swamp Divine Format slowly began to glow.

An indescribable, grand divine power directly enveloped the three bubbles in front.

The swamp boggart felt their hearts race, as if they were seeing a mighty ancient divine spirit gazing upon them.

Their very soul shivered!

But in a flash, they snapped back to reality.

In immense fear, they abruptly opened their mouths, letting out a piercing shriek.

But the bubble sealed their magic; they could no longer summon their power.

Their previous enticing allure was no more.

The divine power thundered down, pressing them down.

The swamp boggart could only fully endure it.

The terrifying majesty reached deep into their souls.

They were completely unable to resist.

The swamp boggart, whose power was sealed, immediately went berserk, continuously slapping the bubble, causing vortices to form.

No matter how much they struggled, it was futile...

The absolute pressure forcibly pierced into their souls, branding them in an unreasonable manner.

Servitude... completed.

The wildly struggling swamp boggart shuddered, their frantic stance gradually calming.

When they looked at Lear, they were first startled, then gradually became gentle and close.

The previous hostility was gone.

Lear smiled with satisfaction.

He appreciatively glanced at the cute bubble beast beside him.

These little creatures were truly the most important treasure he had acquired lately.

Bubble Prison (2 Stars) imprisons enemies within a bubble, making them weak and unable to mobilize their inner strength.

The bubble beast’s imprisonment skill perfectly complements his divine remnant!

Divine remnant can conquer swamp life, but the prerequisite is... the opponent must not escape.

In a perfect state, intimidating the opponent with divine power can instead easily provoke their fury.

But the bubble nicely compensates for this flaw... even if the opponent wants to retaliate, the bubble holds them.

These little guys are truly his treasures.

"Bobo, let them out."

The bubble beast, hearing the command, didn’t hesitate. Magic was mobilized, and with a pop, the bubble burst, water rushing out, flowing back to the lower-lying pool.

The three swamp boggarts stood lightly on the ground, their pale blue hair draped behind their heads like a roll of waterweed.

Strangely, their bodies weren’t soaked by the water and remained dry.

The green algae-woven clothes wrapped around them from chest to thighs.

In the sunlight, their snow-white, slender, delicate legs shone brightly.

Their faces were delicate and small, their skin tender like that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

Set aside their algal clothing, these swamp boggarts were indistinguishable from humans...

They appeared so gentle and weak, inciting a strong protective urge in people.

At this moment, Lear could feel the fear in the mud swamp people’s eyes disappearing, replaced by a touch of sympathy.

As expected of a banshee, a magical life that feeds on emotions.

They didn’t say or do anything, but just standing there, they could lower people’s guard.

The three boggarts gently approached, knelt with both knees and lowered their heads.

In the most humble position, they bowed towards Lear.

"Master..."

At the moment their soul was branded, all hostility transformed into respect and admiration.

This is the power of the divine, a power beyond the ordinary.

Lear cast a deep glance at these boggarts.

"Rise."

Waiting for the three light blue-haired swamp boggarts to rise, he inquired.

"Did you lure a mud swamp person with song yesterday?"

The boggart in the middle spoke softly.

"Master, it was not us who actively lured... it was the other party who came to us.

"Yesterday, we had just hatched, singing towards the sunset... A mud swamp person sneakily approached our dwelling.

"If we had actively lured, there wouldn’t be just one mud swamp person."

Hearing this, the surrounding mud swamp people were somewhat ashamed.

Their companion went ahead even without being lured... and yet, they were no better...

Lear was quite curious.

Hatched?

"You were born through egg hatching?"

The swamp boggart nodded.

"Yes, Master... After our mother matures, she lays eggs in the pond’s muddy ground to nurture.

"During this process, the egg’s shell transforms into hard rock, and the nurturing lasts for 20 years.

"Once nurturing ends, we are born.

"After hatching, we are already in adulthood.

"Also, we awaken to the inheritance of knowledge left in our bloodline."

What a mystical life.

"As you mentioned, a treasure is hidden, and you know about an ancient ruin..."

The swamp boggart quickly responded.

"We haven’t deceived you, Master."

"Deep in the swamp, there’s a treasure, left to us by our mother."

"The ancient ruin is something we heard about last night from a half-fishman attracted by our song."

Lear’s interest grew stronger.

He signaled to the person on his left.

"Retrieve the treasure from the pool."

Then he looked at the swamp boggart in the middle.

"Tell me, where is that ruin located?"

The pointed boggart swiftly responded, stepping forward with her bare, snow-white feet, wading into the pool, the muddy water gradually covering her snow-white form.

There was a sense of defiling purity.

She disappeared from sight.

These beings lived in the water... like fish, the water was their main stage.

Another swamp boggart then spoke of the ruin’s information.

"Last night, the half-fishman lured by our song told us that their kin found an ancient ruin, preparing to open it, but he didn’t know any specifics."

"Where is that half-fishman?"

"Same as the mud swamp person, we placed him in the bushes on the other side."

"Were you able to find out where the ancient ruin is?"

Lear held a high interest in this information.

The swamp boggart softly replied.

"The exact location of the ruin is 20 kilometers to the south."

"Those half-fishmen only discovered where the ruin is without having explored how to open it."

This area is 5 kilometers from Weilu City, which means it’s 25 kilometers south of Weilu City?

He had some sense now.

"Where is the half-fishmen’s gathering point?"

"To the west, 6 or 7 kilometers away."

"How many are there?"

"Over 600, led by a level 10 half-fishman hero."

A level 10 half-fishman hero?

This key information made Lear’s eyes narrow slightly.

This is crucial!

The combat power of a hero unit is not comparable to ordinary life.

The presence of six squadrons is also a troublesome point.

"Is there any other information?"

"No, we didn’t interrogate much more..."

Lear nodded.

It’s best to personally question that half-fishman.

In a moment, the boggart that dove underwater surfaced again, stepping ashore.

Astonishingly, once out of the water, her body didn’t have a single water droplet on it.

Completely dry.

Is this a racial talent?

The swamp boggart stepped forward boldly, her hands presenting a fist-sized snail shell.

"Master, this is the treasure our mother left us..."