Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 120

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120.

 

-If the kids aren’t eating, you need to check what’s bothering them first!

 

The furious Old Man Ghost continuously nagged at the Worker. It was basically about why the breeding facility and the griffins were in such a sorry state.

 

“….”

 

Calisia carefully examined the old man’s appearance. Claw marks on his hands and forearms, and the distinctive musky smell of beasts clinging to his body. It seemed he was a former worker.

 

“Please take care of things.”

 

The Worker, feeling inexplicably tired, picked his ear and left his post. COMISAE, left alone in the breeding facility, slowly blinked their eyes.

 

“At least the griffins poop less….”

 

Balak said with a face that didn’t know whether to like this or not.

 

“I never thought I’d say something like this in my life. Monster droppings each have different smells. I thought my nose had gone numb….”

 

Raktar quietly covered his nose with the back of his hand. He had smelled so much poop that he didn’t even have the energy to get angry.

 

“I knew blood smells different, but I didn’t know about poop smells. Usually I killed them before they could poop.”

 

Ian glared at Izriel with murderous eyes. It meant if he pooped one more time, he would really kill him.

 

-It’s not that they poop less, they’re constipated so they can’t poop!

 

Just then, the Old Man Ghost shouted angrily once more. He had devoted his entire life to monster breeding. But the Academy had these incompetents sitting around calling themselves workers, so he couldn’t help but be frustrated.

 

-How can they poop when their bellies are packed full of hard gold!

 

“Gold?”

 

Calisia reflexively turned her head and asked back as if she had misheard.

 

-Yes! Gold, I mean…?

 

The Old Man Ghost, shocked and trailing off, looked at Calisia with surprised eyes. It was because those red eyes full of life were looking straight at him.

 

-You, you! How…. How!

 

The Old Man Ghost stuttered, unable to continue his words.

 

“I’ll step out for a moment.”

 

Calisia, having caught the scent of money, gestured for him to follow her out.

 

“…Where are you going.”

 

At that moment, COMISAE stopped her with an ominous voice. They were saying she was trying to dump them in this shit hole and escape alone.

 

“I’m also going to the shit hole. Bathroom, bathroom.”

 

Calisia clicked her tongue, saying the kids had become very suspicious lately.

 

A moment later, outside the breeding facility-.

 

“So what’s this about gold?”

 

After faithfully answering the ‘can you see me’ repertoire for a while, Calisia brought up the main point.

 

-It’s because of the Golden Eldorado Fish.

 

The Old Man Ghost spoke. With bodies the size of forearms and hard golden scales. Golden Eldorado were deep-sea species, monsters that inhabited the Water Wall.

 

-They usually don’t leave the deep sea, but around this time they always come up to the water surface. They need to receive sunlight once a year to maintain the hardness of their golden scales.

 

Therefore, Golden Eldorado Fish were the ultimate seasonal delicacy for griffins. The problem was excessive overeating. The hard gold mixed with their droppings and completely blocked their intestines, so they couldn’t help but become constipated.

 

-If they paid just a little attention, they could know this, but they do everything so carelessly!

 

“Then what should we do?”

 

Calisia asked with slight impatience. So what if it was buried in dung? Gold was still gold.

 

-What else? We need to give it laxatives to get the dung out.

 

The old man twisted his lips as if asking what kind of obvious question that was.

 

“Laxatives? Are there special laxatives for monsters?”

 

-There are. But griffins have sensitive palates, so they won’t eat potions if you give them straight.

 

The old man whispered to Calisia that he had a special laxative he used to use.

 

-First, you need horse meat, which griffins love most. And then…

 

***

 

“So you’re saying we should secretly steal the golden scales from inside the griffin’s belly?”

 

Raktar, who had been leaning against the sofa in the club room pouring perfume, raised his eyebrows.

 

‘It seems the Valus family’s monster research is progressing more actively than I thought. Even a princess who was confined in the desert has such extensive knowledge.’

 

Calisia had shown surprisingly extensive knowledge from the entrance exam until now. Of course, whether this would benefit or harm the Imperial Palace was unclear.

 

“Yeah. If we tell the breeding facility or Professor Bartina who’s in charge of flight studies, we’ll probably get a few words of praise and have the gold taken away.”

 

So it was better to take the risk and sell the gold to a jewelry shop instead.

 

“We need to be careful. If we get caught by the disciplinary committee again this time, it won’t end with just scooping dung.”

 

Ian, who had been staring intently at Izriel, shot a cold warning.

 

“Why are you staring at me!”

 

“But where are we going to get all the ingredients? Horse meat, elm bark, aloe, dried plums, peppermint, ginger, casrada flowers… It’s not just one or two things.”

 

Balak expressed concern, saying that at most they had dried plums in the club room storage.

 

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I already got all the ingredients.”

 

Calisia smiled and placed a large wooden box on the table. The compartmentalized box was filled with everything from jerky to various dried medicinal herbs. It was what she had brought from the cabin of the old man—no, the former head manager of the breeding facility, Galios Rautin.

 

“You were in the bathroom so long I thought you had run away… The captain had it all planned out.”

 

Comisae gave Calisia a thumbs up.

 

***

 

Deep in the night, the Comisae members wearing black cloaks infiltrated the Griffin Breeding Ground. They set down a large pot on the floor as quietly as possible. It was a special laxative soup made by slowly boiling horse meat jerky and dried medicinal herbs for four hours.

 

-Grrrr…

 

Soon after, the griffins with sensitive hearing began waking up one by one. Their wary yellow eyes flashed fiercely in the darkness.

 

“…”

 

The Comisae members held their breath, extremely tense. They had to clean at dawn, so the griffins were locked in iron cages, but not right now.

 

“Piaaaaa-.”

 

Calisia, who stepped forward, imitated the griffin cry that old man Galios had taught her. It meant they had no intention of harm, so they should be at ease.

 

‘But shouldn’t it be them who have no intention of harming us, not the other way around?’

 

Comisae tried to push away the doubt rising in his mind.

 

“Piaaaaa-.”

 

Calisia and the children carefully held out the pot containing the special laxative soup.

 

-Puaaa?

 

The griffins, who had been sniffing around, lowered their guard at the familiar scent. After tilting their heads in confusion for quite some time, they slowly got up.

 

-Puaaa-

 

The griffins stuck their beaks into the container and began pecking at the soup. It was quite a different attitude from when they wouldn’t even look at the rabbit meat. And before long, gurgling sounds filled the entire breeding facility.

 

-Piaaaa…!

 

The griffins, straining their stomachs, began defecating at a terrifying speed. White, round droppings piled up like a stone mountain.

 

“There! There’s real gold there!”

 

Balak clapped his hands as he saw the golden scales embedded throughout the griffin droppings. Since the color was also white, it was much better than wyvern droppings.

 

“How nice for you…”

 

Raktar shook his head pitifully as he watched him rejoice. It was because the Titan Family wasn’t poor enough to be happy about that amount of gold.

 

‘Do coins make people stupid? Or was this damn club the problem from the beginning?’

 

Raktar, who had been lost in thought, soon stopped thinking. It was because of Ian’s voice piercing his ears.

 

“But Valus. How are you planning to extract all of that?”

 

Ian frowned as he pointed at the pile of droppings.

 

***

 

“Gold! Rise up!”

 

Balak, who had drawn up his mana, boldly chanted the spell. Then the droppings with gold embedded in them floated up into the sky. It was because the excrement was too solid for the gold to separate properly.

 

“Ha, can’t we just burn the droppings?”

 

Calisia, who had conjured blue flames, made a disappointed “tsk” sound.

 

“Then the gold would burn too.”

 

Ian let out a small breath, saying it would be fortunate if it just melted.

 

“What if we control the fire temperature? Since the melting point of droppings and gold are different… No, are they different?”

 

“There’s no officially published melting point for droppings… Why do I have to talk about this? Valus.”

 

Ian covered his eyes with his hand as a sudden wave of self-loathing washed over him. He couldn’t shake the thought that the quality of conversations had significantly declined since entering the Academy.

 

“There’s no choice then.”

 

Calisia, who had swept back her hair, looked at the team members with dead black eyes.

 

“…No. Don’t say it.”

 

The COMISAE members, sensing their approaching fate, slowly backed away. They desperately wanted to avoid that at all costs.

 

“Let’s put on gloves and do it manually.”

 

Calisia raised both hands and drove the final nail in.

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