Chapter 91 Legends of the Sea

Naga’s eel slices didn’t taste as punchy as real fish scales, there was only a faintly indescribable fishy smell, and if you didn’t identify it carefully, it would feel like the smell of a somewhat salty sea.

Naga were not monsters that originally lived at the bottom of the sea, their ancestors were the same as the elves of Quel’thalas, the upper class elven nobles of the ancient Kaldorean Empire, and their status was even much higher than that of the Sunseeker ancestors of the royal family of Silvermoon City.

They were the most loyal followers of Empress Aisara, the empress of the ancient Cadorean empire, and in the midst of the apocalypse, these guards and near-ministers surrounded Aisara to the point of death, until the very last moments of the collapse of the imperial capital, Sin Aisari, and sank to the bottom of the sea along with the majority of the city.

The Empress, in her quest for vengeance and to rebuild her empire, made a pact with the ancient god of evil, Enzos, and took on the guise of a dark servant of the evil god, while her followers were reborn as she was, and the Naga clan was born.

Only, the vast majority of the Naga community today are no longer the same upper-class elves that followed Aisara ten thousand years ago, but are newborn from the Naga’s undersea empire hatching nests.

These later-born naga were of far lesser status than the nobles who initially went down to the sea with the Queen, and were not valued in life or in death, nor were they mostly different from a group of driven and enslaved water monsters.

Yet their blood was undoubtedly derived from those original upper class elves, possessing their magical gifts and minds, and so a number of elven traits could be felt in them as well. Jace opened the pouch and once again took a whiff of the distinctive scent of the naga scales.

For some reason, he felt a little addicted to the fishy smell, which was clearly not a scent ……

The legend of the mermaid has been passed down on all coasts and islands, where seafarers, fishermen or sailors encounter solitary mermaids on the beach or even in the sea, and are attracted by their beauty, and fall in love or even have sex with them, and many of those who have encountered mermaids have disappeared, and even when they return to the shore, they still remember the fascinating women they have met with great fondness.

These legends are all about men meeting women fish, and never women meeting the fish of their choice, why?

That’s because there aren’t any mermaids in existence at all, and all those they’ve encountered are nagas, and the male nagas have horrible heads like crocodiles or lizards, so I guess they don’t really appeal to the females on the shore.

After all, the male naga existed at the beginning of its existence as a war machine for the Queen or other high-ranking female sirens.

And the reason why the sailors were attracted to the mermaids was probably because they were mesmerized by the characteristic scent.

Even when Jace knew exactly what he had encountered and had killed the female naga, smelling her again was still an inexplicable primal urge.

The real Azeroth was such a world of lust and killing, Jace took one last deep breath before tying the bag tight. Speaking of which, was the veteran at the stagecoach station, his so-called wife, this Naga?

A poor soldier who is attracted to a mermaid on the beach, mistakenly believes he has found true love, and identifies him as his companion for the rest of his life?

Should we ask him when we get back?

Being seduced over there and almost losing his life, Jace was indeed quite upset.

But storming into a military camp to pick on a soldier? It’s still something to think about.

Now that the only bottle of Shadow Protection Potion brought with him had been drunk, Jace wasn’t going to go over to the fishmen’s side to look for trouble. If he really met a fishman warlock who knew shadow magic, wouldn’t he be in trouble?

What’s more, there were all sorts of mages among the fishmen, elemental envoys, dark mages, water mages, and so on, none of which were powerful but fancy.

To be honest the last time he was electrocuted after going up against that orc shaman had made Jace a bit psyched. He wasn’t going to take any chances without preparation, it was already hard enough to survive this trip from this naga.

If we go back to Ursula and ask about it, we can only say that we didn’t find anything, and we almost got killed by a fishman. Or take a piece of naga scales to hand over, forget it, ask her if naga scales are worth money, alchemists may not care about this kind of scales quite a lot.

As for this string of beads …… Jess held the string up and looked at it, and felt that it was just an ordinary string of pearls, not something that would fetch a price on the beach.

“Hey, Saeuno.”

“Master!”

“Can you tell if there’s any special enchantments in this bead, like something that can enhance one’s mana, increase spell attacks or something.”

“Can’t tell at all na, master.”

Jace slipped the string of pearls around his wrist, and it was quite comfortable in its coldness.

He wasn’t going to sell it if he couldn’t sell it for any great price, it was proof that he had singled out a Naga Siren.

Naga Siren ……

In fact, the thought of that big fight last night still gave Jace a bit of a heart attack.

This was probably the first time he’d ever taken on such a strong opponent alone, without Greed, without the Kid, if that house didn’t count as help.

Without that house, though, he’d probably die a horrible death.

Those corridors, those narrow passages and rooms helped him beat the female monster that was several meters long.

By the time he was done gathering up the scales and claws of the naga, those four lizard-like claws, Jace headed back the way he came in the direction of the Fabulon farm, away from the burning house. Halfway there, he was stalked by several boars in turn for several hours.

I don’t know if they smelled the naga scales or if they had something else in mind.

Though it was said to be just a few animals, all Jace had in his hand was a stick and a rusty knife, which made a gaping hole in the naga’s tail or neck when he slashed it.

He believed that the blood tusk boar’s bones should be stronger than that Naga wizard’s, and if any of the boars came over ironically to fight with him, it would be really quite difficult to ensure that he wouldn’t be injured.

Luckily, though, no boars actually rushed up at the end of the day, and the hours passed with so many scares.

Rydol Fabron had told him that there were a couple of empty farms on the way west to the mines, and Jace was going to look over there and find one that was empty for the rest of the night.

He considered returning to Fabron’s as well, but got chased by the boar and went farther and farther away. He also didn’t want to lure the boar to someone else’s house, and despite Fabron’s claim that he had a gun or something, Jace was still a bit skeptical of his fighting ability.

So he spent an extra two hours walking further west, stopping only when he saw another deserted farm far enough away that the boars had given up trailing.

Walking into the empty granary, he made sure that there was no danger in this place before placing the package on the ground.

“Saeuno, I’m going to sleep. If anything alive, and dead too, just anything that moves …… wants to come near this farm, you wake me up. Hide next to me and listen well, you don’t need to sleep, just protect me, understand?”

“Yes, master, absolutely obey orders!” The Kid shouted excitedly, then ran in a wild circle around Jace, finally stopping at the door and leaning against the wall, sneaking glances out the door.

Jace sat in the corner and looked at the brat in the doorway.

He found that he had come to trust this demon, both in letting him do his work and in protecting himself, and initially he was always worried that this guy would suddenly stab him in the back or something, since he always emphasized that he would be free when his master died.

“So, Saeuno.” He asked with sudden curiosity, “If I told you to attack me, would you follow orders to hurt me as well?”

“That’s right!” Saeuno replied decisively, “Because of the contract, master, the brat can’t break the signed contract!”

Not quite sure what exactly the contract referred to, like a piece of magically created paper or a rune etched into his mind or something like that, but Jace guessed it would have something to do with that summoning spell.

“So what happens if you break the contract?”

“A contract with a summoner cannot be broken, Master! I’m a low-level demon!” Saeuno laughed twice and said, “If I had to say, it’s like the master can’t fly to the sky! And I don’t want to break it when my master is good to me!”

So this demon is kinda thanking himself?

Jace mulled it over in his mind for a while, remembering what Galdus had said, that brats had their own temperaments and personalities, and could have good and bad intentions, so try not to change your summons indiscriminately, unpredictable things could happen.

Jace could probably understand that these summoned demons might create chaos by misinterpreting their master’s commands, so far Saeuno hadn’t done that, maybe it was just as he said, he was just a low ranked demon so he wasn’t equipped or capable.

However, to be nice to this demon? Who knows when this brat will suddenly die?

It has been said, don’t name the animal you keep, once you do, he is hardly a simple animal anymore, but your companion, your family member, and when the day comes that you must slaughter him, you are bound to get hurt.

Jace kinda agreed with that, he didn’t want to create any complicated ties with the little brat. If this little imp was pinched to death by some sudden attack one day, would he have to throw him a funeral?

It was like that Naga in the first half of the night, if he hadn’t made himself do a phase shift before the banishment spell, he might have been gone on the spot.

Judging by Saeano’s reaction to Naga’s banishment spell, real-world banishment spells are definitely not as simple as a few seconds of hard control, but could mean “banishment” in the true sense of the word, i.e., sending a summoned object back to wherever it came from.

Demons that is distorting the void, that is no different than dying for a demon in Azeroth. Before dying, they need their own orders to protect themselves? Jace felt like he was about to sympathize with a demon, so he simply went straight to the ground and huffed and puffed.