Chapter 128, Chapter 46, Forging Swords (Part 1) (4/78)
Igert guiltily lowered his head. Miss Verafia, who moments ago had a look of indignation on her face, suddenly revealed a thoughtful expression.
“However, what you said can’t be entirely disregarded. What if they bring the entire family to trouble this young lady? What will we do then?”
Verafia lowered her small face, tilting her head to think for a moment. “Hmm, after we fix the sword in your hand, and tomorrow we get the remaining Blood Crystals from Verodia, then we’ll go find that Little Vampire… As for Rubiel’s messy affairs, this young lady doesn’t want to get involved.”
Igert also nodded in agreement.
Although it hadn’t been long since he arrived in Rubiel, Igert could clearly feel the undercurrents of unrest.
The Miss Phoenix before him was outstanding, but with their current Military Might, she could at most be comparable to a Professional of Crystal rank. In a city that was the capital of the Duke Territory, involving a powerful Vampire with demigod prowess, and under the conflicts of former days, this was clearly only enough to stir a ripple.
Whether for himself or for this Little Phoenix, Igert felt it was best to leave first.
But Igert soon felt something was amiss and raised his slightly surprised gaze, looking at the young girl before him.
Given the Little Phoenix’s proud personality, why did everything she said feel so unreliable to him?
Of course, Verafia clearly didn’t notice the young man’s gaze. She lowered her small face, resting one hand on her fair cheek. Her slender fingertips lightly touched the corner of her skirt, and then she seriously and solemnly nodded her little head.
“En… also, what Igert just said was quite good. From now on, when it comes to fighting, this young lady won’t be going, I’ll leave it all to you! That way, if anything happens, it won’t involve this young lady.”
“This, Young Lady…”
Igert’s expression froze. He felt that his previous reminder had become a boomerang.
Given this Little Phoenix’s ability to cause trouble, and him being merely a Bronze, if he followed her words, wouldn’t that be directly walking into death?
“Hey, Igert, what’s wrong? Was there something wrong with what I just said?”
Verafia noticed the young man’s suddenly frozen gaze, tilted her small face, and raised her big eyes, saying very confusedly.
“…Nothing, Miss Verafia.”
Igert took a deep breath and very reluctantly agreed. Compared to the future, no matter what, it was better than being burned to death by this Little Phoenix, right?
As for being forced to go to death in the future… as long as he diligently pleased this Young Lady, she wouldn’t go so far as to watch him be beaten to death without intervening, would she?
…
Fernos’s blacksmith shop was not far away. Since he had accompanied her yesterday, it wasn’t long before Igert saw the closed door amidst the young girl’s pleasant humming.
“Eh, why is the door closed? Is he not here?”
Verafia let out a slight sound of confusion, but still walked forward, extending her fair knuckles to knock hard on the door.
“Hey, Fernos, this young lady is here! Open the door quickly, I know you’re here!”
As the young girl forcefully knocked on the door, her voice had barely finished when a large hand suddenly pulled the door open, almost causing Miss Verafia to fall. Igert, startled, quickly supported her delicate wrist.
“Hey, you!”
Supporting the young man beside her, Verafia barely stood firm, then angrily raised her small face. What met her gaze was the blacksmith’s tall body covered in dust, and on his face, ravaged by time, a gaze like rust, but as heavy as ancient iron.
Fernos spoke: “Flame Phoenix… what are you here for?”
“Senior Fernos, Miss and I are here to find you…”
“We agreed yesterday, you use your hammer to forge a sword for our attendant!”
Before Igert could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the young girl beside him. The girl crossed her arms, raised her pure white little face in anger, “I don’t believe you’d deliberately forget. Are you hiding that Little Vampire?”
Igert clearly felt the blacksmith’s gaze beside him sharpen sharply, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. Yet, the young girl beside him didn’t back down, raising her eyes aggressively and glaring back.
Verafia’s voice appeared in the almost solidified air, and she said mockingly, “Fernos, even if this young lady doesn’t hold you accountable, do you think you alone can protect that Little Vampire?”
Fernos’s gaze flickered. He slowly raised his sight.
“Flame Phoenix, what do you want to say?”
Verafia tilted her small face, thought for a moment, and said:
“En… Although I said I didn’t want to get involved, seeing as you and this attendant of mine seem to have a good connection, perhaps I can help protect her?”
Seeing that Verafia was about to stir up more trouble, Igert felt a pang of despair in his heart.
Young Lady, didn’t you just say you wouldn’t bother with Rubiel’s matters and would just run away after getting Duke Oran’s treasure? This vampire, being a Blood Kin of Duke Oran, would clearly involve all of Rubiel, both in matters visible and hidden behind the scenes.
You say you still want to protect her?
Fernos’s gaze, becoming increasingly sharp like a sharp sword, scrutinized the petite, delicate young girl before him, whose height was barely at his chest. He intended to discern her request from her eyes.
“How about it, why don’t you go ask that Little Vampire yourself?”
Verafia looked up with bright gold eyes, her exquisite little face still wearing a cheerful expression, just like her tone. It seemed as if this noble Young Lady was merely acting on a whim.
Fernos suddenly turned aside, his hoarse voice indifferent, “I don’t need you to worry about Aierli’s affairs. Flame Phoenix, if you only want me to reforge that sword and not get involved in anything else, follow me.”
After saying this, Fernos didn’t wait for the girl’s response and turned to walk directly into the inner room.
“Aierli… is that the Little Vampire’s name?”
Verafia gazed at the blacksmith’s tall back, the colors in her scorching golden pupils shifting slightly as her lips softly uttered the name.
She then quickly turned her head, puffed out her cheeks, and shouted indignantly at Igert beside her.
“Igert, how can he be like this! This young lady is kindly helping him, and he doesn’t appreciate it!”
Igert looked at the young girl, whose silky smooth golden hair seemed to stand on end in her anger, and felt a bit amused. Igert thought to himself, “Young Lady, do you really seem reliable to Fernos?”
Fernos, that old fellow who has lived for almost a hundred years, is not as naive as you, Little Phoenix, who readily trusts strangers with unknown backgrounds.
Moreover, you’ve already had conflicts with that vampire. How could he not worry that you might just burn her to death on a whim?
However, Igert kept these thoughts to himself.
He didn’t want this Phoenix Lady, who was so adorably innocent in interpersonal relationships, to become suspicious and paranoid. Wouldn’t that be creating trouble for himself?
