Tyler sprinted through the ancient village, gripping a copper pot upside down in one hand while the copper ladle is inside.
The Silver Honey Hard Candies poured out endlessly, cascading across the ground like a river of shimmering sweets.
"Yeah… fill me with all your white stuff… aahnn…" a deep, ancient voice moaned in pleasure.
Tyler nearly tripped. His face twitched.
"Can you shut your damn mouth?" he snapped.
"You mean the village entrance?" Vale, the village itself, asked innocently.
"That Ladle makes things easier." Mana muttered.
Everytime Tyler asked Mana to make copies before the Ladle. But now with the Ladle inside he can pour out copies without stopping. Mana felt that the Ladle took her job.
Far away, Mathilda, Misra, Astrid, and the others abruptly turned toward the direction of the village.
"Did I just hear a moan?" Mathilda tilted her head, her brow furrowing in confusion.
