Treasure Trove
'Hey, Emerald.' Mike suddenly called out in the middle of concocting the restorative ointment.
'What?' Emerald raised her head slightly. She inadvertently glanced at Mike's white dagger briefly, but she snorted as she didn't want to go in there again any time soon.
'I'm still surprised that you're good at English too, but will you still be in your current form? This may be a bit wrong to say by me, but I can't take you anywhere if you are a giant snake. Even if in spirit form.' Mike kept his hands busy by mixing some plants and grinding them on a flat rock.
'Well, I'll get into that dark, lonely, lonely place in that dagger again when you're going into town.' Emerald lay lazily on the ground and drew herself close to the bonfire.
'I see...' Mike ended the conversation.
'Hmm... Anyway, are you able to make healing ointment properly? Instead of healing, you're actually eliminating that poor girl entire skin, heh.' Emerald smirked sarcastically.