Instead, a crimson wind swept through the room, swirling back and forth!

The space inside the room was quite small, so in the blink of an eye, the crimson wind swept from one end to the other, constantly stirring up dust and stripping away the mottled wall paint, filling the house with powdery dust.

“Come!”

Brian Cooper beckoned to that blood-red wind.

The wind then transformed into a thick blood-red glow, pressing toward him.

In just a single breath, it enveloped his entire body.

A light and unrestrained feeling, as if his body weighed nothing, rose up within him. With just a thought, Brian Cooper was pushed by the blood wind right to the doorway!

“All right, all right.”

He nodded repeatedly.

The blood wind surrounding him instantly faded away, and segments of runes fell to the ground, pooling into a puddle of blood.

Edward Reed once again sat upright atop the blood pool, watching Brian Cooper with its tongue out, a look of eager anticipation still in its brown-gold eyes.

“It’s too cramped in here, just can’t really stretch out.”

Brian Cooper sat back down on the edge of the bed, dusting off his clothes as he spoke to Edward Reed, “Once we move to a bigger place, let me see what else you can do!”

“Woof!

Woof!”

Edward Reed brought its head close to Brian Cooper, opening its mouth as if to lick his face with slobber again.

This dog’s body was still growing stronger.

It used to be about the size of a Tibetan Mastiff, but now it was even more robust than a Caucasian Shepherd.

Brian Cooper thought that, at present, Edward Reed was probably only at the stage of a four- or five-month-old puppy in the real world, and would continue to grow explosively.

Just now, it had displayed two abilities.

The first was transforming its body into a blood wind, able to swiftly assault enemies. Brian Cooper named this ability “Blood Wind.”

The second was the blood wind sweeping up Brian Cooper, making him as light as a feather, able to drift along with the wind. He named this “Riding the Wind.”

As for the limits of these two abilities, since he hadn’t had the chance to fully test them, he couldn’t say for sure. But he was certain that as long as he used “Riding the Wind,” even strange beings like the serpent demon would never be able to catch up.

Both of these abilities were ones Edward Reed had comprehended on its own, thanks to Brian Cooper’s continued supply of Ghost Spirit Pills.

It still had deep potential to be tapped.

Perhaps it would display even more abilities in the future.

Brian Cooper turned his thoughts and extended his left hand toward Edward Reed.

Edward Reed’s form instantly collapsed, turning into shimmering blood light that wrapped around his left hand, and after a moment of wriggling, disappeared without a trace.

After that, he braced himself on the bed and stood up, fetched the broom from the corner, and swept all the dust on the floor into the corner.

Inside the room, Brian Cooper swept with a rustling sound; outside, there was a noisy clamor of voices.

It was mealtime, and the young men of the laymen’s courtyard were heading to the dining hall in twos and threes, making the whole place lively.

Brian Cooper’s appetite had improved a lot lately, and he never missed a meal. The only reason he could patiently stay in his room was because someone would bring him food.

With his old arms and legs, it was better not to compete with the young people for food.

Better to leave those opportunities to the youngsters and just wait for someone to bring the meal to his door.

After tidying up the room, Brian Cooper had just sat down at the newly added small dining table when a raspy voice sounded from outside the door: “Master Su, this humble monk has brought you your meal!”

“Hey, the door’s not locked, come on in!”

Chapter 12: Strange Occurrence

Creak~ The visitor pushed the door open and entered, placing the food box on Brian Cooper’s dining table.

He wore a gray monk’s robe, his appearance unremarkable. As he reached out to help Brian Cooper take out the dishes from the food box, he said, “Master Su, the dining hall steamed buns this morning.

There were more vegetarian buns and fewer meat ones, so I brought you a few extra meat buns.

Old Monk Bentong, who makes the porridge, always likes to cut corners. Anyone who goes to the dining hall late will only get a bowl of watery soup.

I specially scooped a few ladles of thick porridge from the bottom of the pot for you. Does this suit your taste?”

As he spoke, the plain-looking monk had already arranged the dishes on the table.

A bowl of thick rice porridge, three buns bigger than a fist and steaming with the aroma of meat filling, and a plate of pickles—nothing more.

For such a meal, the young men in the laymen’s courtyard usually had to get up early to be first in line at the dining hall, treat the servers with respect, and hope the servers were in a good mood that day to get it.

If William Grant hadn’t specially spoken to the person in charge of the dining hall, there’s no way Brian Cooper could have enjoyed such a meal.

He pulled out a small stool from under the table and handed it to the monk who brought the food, inviting him to sit down with a beaming smile: “Ah, it’s really a bother for Master Grant, having to bring food to this old man every day.

Master Grant, have you eaten yet?

Why not join me for a bite?”

The errand monk who brought the food, ‘Thomas Grant’, blushed at these words, hesitating as he looked at the food on the table.

He had already eaten one of the meat buns on the way, using the excuse of delivering food to Brian Cooper to take an extra.

But one meat bun wasn’t enough to fill him up, and it was hard to resist the temptation of the food on the table.

Brian Cooper could tell what was going on just by looking at his expression.

He smiled, divided the porridge in half, pushed it in front of Thomas Grant, and handed him a big bun, saying, “You came so early to bring food for this old man, obviously you didn’t have time to eat.

Master Grant, have some here with me. If you wait until you get back, you’ll only have cold porridge and leftovers.”