Chapter 139 Chapter 57 Tavern
Verodia said no more. She just nodded slightly to the Count and then bid him farewell.
After the Count left, she raised her eyes, gazing at the black-haired, blue-eyed youth holding the End within her sight, and the golden-haired girl also gazing intently not far away. Her clear eyes showed little thought.
Suddenly, Verodia’s delicate brows furrowed, “You’re back, how did it go?”
“Of course, there were no problems. It’s just that the leader of the Bloodwind Blade doesn’t seem as simple as he appears.”
A man’s voice sounded. He walked up behind Verodia and suddenly shook his head, smiling.
“But speaking of which, you’ve been pretending to be Verodia for so long, why has your temper changed too? This isn’t the ‘Jealousy’ I know.”
Verodia ignored his words and slightly raised her eyes:
“What Claude wants… with his identity, it’s likely for Grand Duke Oran’s inheritance. Hmph, this person has no self-awareness. Such unrealistic greed will bring corresponding punishment, no need to worry about that.”
“I think so too.”
The figure in the darkness said with a smile, “Compared to him, what do you think of Linton?”
“To be able to rise to a high position in human society from a mere illegitimate child, he naturally wouldn’t be ordinary.”
Verodia moved her cheek, her raised gaze clear and cold.
“However, the essence of human politics is speculation. Claude’s greed is nothing compared to Lord Linton. He appears loyal to the Abyss, but who knows if he’s not calculating for more benefits in his heart…”
“The real situation, however, is not for him to choose,” said the man in the shadow.
Verodia lowered her head in silence, then suddenly spoke again.
“However, in Rubiel City, we naturally need to rely on the power of this Count… Even our connection to Lord Oran’s residual blood needs him. If Lord Oran can truly be revived, the Saintess will naturally not be stingy with her promises to him.”
“However, that youth… that Lord’s sword is with him.”
Verodia’s gaze fell upon Ig, who was fiercely fighting Rols, and the End, burning with scarlet flames, clashing intensely with Rols.
The silhouette behind the girl also fell silent.
They naturally knew of that legendary existence. If he were truly his successor, even if Ig was merely a Bronze at this moment, they could not afford to underestimate him.
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Verafia followed the middle-aged man, circling through the entire slum several times.
The girl paid no mind to the bad, dirty environment around her or the vigilant gazes of the slum dwellers. She slightly tilted her fair face, her big eyes looking around with great interest.
Behind her, the bard with the harp wore a troubled expression, clearly sensing the feeling Ig had when he was beside this young lady.
“Hmm, according to what you said, this way leads to a tavern… Didn’t you say you don’t even have money for bread, so how can you have coins to spend here… Hey, you mean it’s mainly a place where local bosses and gang leaders meet and conduct secret transactions? This… I really don’t get it.”
Verafia listened to the introduction, tugged at her hair, her little face showing confusion. She tilted her little head again.
“But this kind of place, at first glance, won’t be a good place.”
“Even the poorest and dirtiest lands in the city possess the perfect triangular hierarchy. Girl, little do you know the true beauty that can erupt when poverty and wealth coexist.”
Verafia glanced scornfully at the poet beside her, who was playing his harp with feigned melancholy, and crossed her arms, pouting displeasantly.
“Tsk. What beauty can there be in a place that only has poverty and dirt? If I see something like this, I’ll definitely burn it all away with fire!”
As she spoke, Verafia drew out her staff again, her big eyes looking forward, as if ready to act on her words.
The bard dexterously picked up the girl’s words, but Dylan just showed his usual, helpless expression towards her words.
Of course, the bard still played his harp as usual.
“Beautiful girl, injustice is rampant in the world. Even His Majesty the King with the Sacred Sword could not erase all the darkness in the world?”
“If you had the great power of the Flame Goddess, such sinful filth should indeed be burned by that pure flame; however, the music tells me that even you have things you are powerless to do, don’t you?”
Verafia’s delicate brows did not move. She wanted to find a hint of conflict in the bard’s words, but his expression made her unsure whether he truly knew or was just expressing his feelings.
“…However, places that harbor filth often have their dust conceal the luster of gold and gemstones.”
Poet Dylan looked at the girl’s cheek, a smile appearing on his face, “Miss Verafia, if you wish to seek true knowledge, perhaps this place would also be a good choice.”
“This tavern in the slums?”
Verafia was about to reply when she suddenly let out a small sound of surprise, a hint of astonishment flashing in her eyes.
She slightly lowered her gaze to her fair, slender fingertips. Just now, Verafia had clearly felt the state of the mark she had left on Ig.
“This guy is also around here, and he’s fighting with someone… Hmm, and that person named Sok has also arrived.”
Verafia thought with amusement. She raised her eyes, shook her little head, and looked at the tavern, which the middle-aged man had pointed to earlier, gradually fading into the dusk. A faint smile appeared on her cheek.
Although dressed discreetly, she also clearly saw the elderly priest she had seen before, accompanied by an attendant, entering the tavern.
“…Hmm, it’s just the right time, and my target has almost arrived. Verafia has no intention of lingering here.”
“Miss Vera, why do you have that expression?”
The girl’s turned expression made the bard feel a little confused. He put down his harp.
“Ah, I just remembered something happy!”
Verafia exclaimed with a light voice, her slightly raised, pure face bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, adding a few more soft colors.
She blinked her big eyes and turned to face the bard:
“However, what Dylan said makes a lot of sense. This young lady feels that the person I’m looking for might be in this small tavern right now? Hmm… let me go see.”
The middle-aged man, hired by Verafia with a bag of silver coins, was about to speak when Verafia suddenly turned her little face.
The girl’s scorching gold eyes curved slightly like crescent moons, like a beautiful, exquisite little face, revealing a light smile.
“Well, uncle, thank you for bringing me so far. This young lady thinks there’s no need to trouble you anymore, but wait a moment, remember to go far away.”
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I recommend Chihaya’s “After Transforming into a Girl, I Discovered I Was a Yandere” and Cangluoli’s “The Strongest Dragon Princess to Wrongly Traverse to the Immortal Sword World,” both of which are very interesting young seedlings.
