Chapter 132 Chapter 50 Divergence (Part 2)
Fernos no longer used any gap in rank or spirit to pressure him, yet simply his turbid gaze, more so than before, made Igert unable to breathe.
Igert forcefully raised his eyes and forced a smile.
“Mr. Fernos, Miss Verafia is just a newborn, a simple and cute child. She just has a bit of a pampered personality, what bad intentions could she have?”
Fernos naturally saw that the young man before him was merely avoiding his questioning. He frowned forcefully and said impatiently.
“A child who has just been born… Heh, kid, I warn you: she is the legendary Phoenix. These creatures that only exist in myths, their secrets are beyond even the Dragon Clan’s comparison.”
“However, one thing is certain: as a Phoenix, before her nirvana, her memories and spirit from past lives are unextinguished by fire, her will and bloodline are immortal and eternal. Igert, do you know what kind of legendary existence she was? You actually take her as a little girl?”
Fernos’s hoarse voice became mocking, his iron-gray eyes fixed on the struggling face of the young man.
“However, such a noble being is willing to stay by your side. Kid, think about it, what is it about you that she would care about!”
Under the blacksmith’s heavy tone, the black-haired young man suddenly looked up, countless thoughts flashing through his mind. He wanted to make a sound, but what came out was a voiceless mute sound.
Fernos’s dry, hoarse voice, after being weathered by wind and time, rubbed like a rusted remnant sword against sand and stones, echoing back again and again. Igert furrowed his brows forcefully, his thoughts a chaotic mess.
He pressed the sword in his hand, but in his mind were the girl’s crisp and pleasant bell-like voice, and the familiar, exquisite and flawless tender face that was like a work of art.
What does she want? Is it really as Fernos said… No, she doesn’t mean that at all. Besides, I’m not worth anyone scheming against. But, if it’s for Lord Lothel…
Fernos’s expression solidified like molten iron, his wide-open iron-gray pupils following the young man’s shaking gaze.
After a long time, Igert slowly raised his head and uttered his tone, “Master Fernos, what are you trying to say by saying all this?”
“Kid from Landislofen, your heart is pitifully naive. Do you really think the Fiery Phoenix, such a noble being, would truly care about the sincere heart of a mere mortal like you… or rather, what is it about you that is worth her caring about?”
Fernos’s voice returned to being cold and disappointed. He no longer called the other person’s name and shifted his gaze away from Igert.
“The End you hold now was reforged with her power as its foundation. This means she can easily wield Lothel’s sword, and you, as Lothel’s successor, unless you discard this sword, will always be controlled by her.”
“Igert, I’m considering that you are Lothel’s successor. If you need it, touch my residual dark hand with your spirit, and the power after its collapse can directly destroy this sword… Now, get out.”
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The black-haired young man was driven away. In the forge, Fernos watched silently, his turbid gaze looking back, memories sealed for countless years flashing in the dim firelight.
A slender shadow walked into the darkness, light footsteps breaking the almost solidified silence. The girl came to the blacksmith’s side, and a few strands of silver hair, like the clear cold moonlight, touched her slightly pointed ears as she tilted her head.
“Fernos, that boy just now…”
“Igert Landislofen. Holding his sword… Hey, he’s even a descendant of Eggesti.” Fernos chuckled softly.
“Lord Lothel’s sword… Fernos, can you tell me the relationship between Father and him?”
The girl’s clear, jade-like teeth slightly bit her lips, and she made a soft sound. Fernos turned his head, and the girl looked up with a delicate face, a pair of particularly striking, scarlet ruby-like blood eyes filled with seriousness.
“Your father… Elrie, I will tell you about this matter. But not now.”
Fernos shook his head. He noticed the blood race girl’s sudden disappointed gaze and shook his head again, saying, “Alright. The successor of Lothel is not much, but the Fiery Phoenix beside him… her appearance may mean that another power is also interfering in Rubiel’s situation. From her performance, it is difficult for me not to worry that she is also here for Lord Oran.”
Elrie’s raised eyes showed concern. Fernos said.
“And it’s not just her… The demands of those people are becoming more and more radical. I think they might take advantage of Dawn’s whereabouts being unknown and Lancaster’s power not having arrived to complete our goal… Even I feel a danger that I haven’t felt for a long time.”
“Elrie, do as I say, leave this swamp as soon as possible tomorrow. If your father can escape, I will come to find you.”
“But Fernos, you…” The girl’s soft voice was filled with deep worry.
“Hey, my life should have been dedicated to Lord Oran fifty years ago. If I’m still alive now, it’s precisely for this moment. Taking some risks is nothing.”
Fernos revealed a rare smile on his withered face, and he did not wait for the girl to speak.
“By the way, Ariel, give me your sword. When I was forging End before, I kept a wisp of the Fiery Phoenix’s power… such a level, even I have only seen it in my life. I think her flame might be able to play a role in the erosion of your sword.”
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Miss Verafia clearly did not know that her attendant had a very unfriendly conversation with the blacksmith she hired, nor did she know that a portion of her origin fire had been intercepted by this black-hearted blacksmith.
At this moment, the girl’s bright gold eyes were visible, and the sunlight, tinged with dusk, touched her flawless face.
She had been tracking the traces of the person who had been at Fernos’s door before. Although she had hidden far away to avoid being discovered, with her abilities, it was naturally impossible for her to lose the trail.
“Eh, it doesn’t look like he’s going to the noble district or the administrative government office… Could it be that the master the Knight Belte mentioned is not Count Linton?”
“But that doesn’t make sense either, hmm… It couldn’t be that this young lady saw wrongly, could it?”
Verafia’s delicate, jade-like fingertips supported her fair chin, and thoughts stirred in her eyes.
“And what that person said about the transaction with Fernos… Hmm, it’s clear it has something to do with that pitiful little vampire.”
The girl’s thoughts stirred, and she followed the opponent’s traces, winding through the entire city.
Suddenly, Verafia’s steps paused, and after sensing several times, she could no longer detect the aura of the Knight of the Belte family. Her slender eyebrows could not help but furrow.
