446. Stampede

"Give it to me… please?"

"Like hell I'm giving you that."

"Pretty please? I promise I won't play with it this time…"

"Dyamn girl," Tyler sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I gave you the Copper Pot to copy GG's blood— not to replicate deadly poisons. You almost made the Pocket Dimension rot!"

They were both standing on the deck of the ship, speaking in low voices. Tyler had created a small soundproof barrier using only his divine sense, enclosing just the two of them so no one else could overhear their conversation.

Mathilda rolled her eyes but quickly glanced away guiltily. Her gaze drifted toward Tyler's head, narrowing with curiosity. Her irises shimmered briefly, and then her eyes changed— literally turned into strands of hair that twitched toward him like feelers.

Tyler noticed instantly.

"Don't tell me… You're eyeing my hair now?"

"Ehehe…" Mathilda laughed awkwardly, her animated hair retreating as her expression stiffened.