I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 22

Chapter 22 Chapter 15 The Roots of the Dragon Crystal Flame Burst Tree
The dwarven blacksmith’s voice thundered like thunder as he revealed his newly forged precious sword.
The bright blade gleamed with a ferocious cold light, immediately attracting many adventurers shopping for equipment.
Of course, Ig knew that the dwarven blacksmith’s anger was mostly feigned, aiming to attract more customers’ attention.
However, even without thinking, Ig knew that the blacksmith’s words were almost entirely exaggerated boasting. He could indeed see that the precious sword displayed in the dwarven blacksmith’s hand was of quite good quality, and the sword’s excellent quality had indeed attracted the attention of many curious adventurers and mercenaries.
Miss Verafia put her hands on her hips, pouting her pure white and small face in disdain and snorted, “This can pierce the scales of a dragon? Of course, I haven’t seen a dragon, but this kind of discarded toy is not even as good as my attendant’s sword! Ig, give me the sword quickly, and let this blacksmith dwarf see the power!”
Ig’s face clearly showed surprise, as he couldn’t understand what this young lady was trying to do.
Verafia seemed impatient with his hesitation. The girl frowned her delicate eyebrows unhappily, directly snatched Ig’s storage item, and then took out the long sword, End.
The light shone out, and the once peerless End reappeared in the human world after a hundred years, greeted by… bursts of hearty laughter from the crowd.
The dwarven blacksmith “Iron Hammer” laughed so hard his dark beard curled up, “Human girl, go play somewhere else. What kind of broken sword dares to be compared to my masterpiece! Your trash that even a rookie wouldn’t use, I’m afraid it won’t even touch my sword before it’s broken…”
But before the dwarven blacksmith could finish speaking, his words hung in the air.
Opposite him, Verafia, like someone whose beloved toy was being ridiculed, showed an extremely displeased expression. She snatched the gleaming silver sword from his hand with her slender hand and forcefully clashed it against End, which she held in her left hand.
“Bang.”
With a crisp sound, to the incredible gazes of the crowd, the gleaming precious sword was actually chipped by the broken sword edge held in the girl’s left hand.
“See!”
Seeing the dwarven craftsman’s stunned expression, Verafia raised her eyebrows triumphantly, shaking the sword in her little hand, and arrogantly lifted her snow-white face.
“This sword, even the weapons of our followers break upon contact, is this a good sword?”
Meanwhile, Ig frowned in confusion.
As for End, Lothel’s former sword, due to the oppression of this young lady, in recent days, he had to use the predecessor’s遗物 (yíwù -遺物) to do a lot of things like digging earth, chopping wood, and picking vegetables, feeling quite reluctant but having no choice.
Ig had a rough understanding of the quality of this once legendary weapon.
After Verafia’s reforging, although End had the additional characteristic of sturdiness compared to its initial state, it could only avoid breaking easily. In terms of strength, it would definitely not be much superior to a Silver Rank weapon.
If it were to clash with the dwarven “Iron Hammer’s” forged sword, this should not be the result.
Ig looked up and saw Verafia, who had suddenly become spirited again. The young man immediately understood that this was likely another trick by Miss Phoenix, who was terrifyingly strong but still seemed to have the heart of a little girl, to tease this dwarven brother.
Thinking of this, Ig sighed in his heart, and simply mourned silently for his friend “Iron Hammer.”
However, he naturally did not want to step forward for this fellow who had insulted End, and be resented by his own young lady.
“Hmph, not only that, this sword, which can only be considered a toy, let alone the so-called dragon scales, can’t even scratch my skin—”
To prove her words, Verafia took the already chipped silver sword and forcefully drew it across her other arm before the eyes of the crowd. On the girl’s fair skin, not even a trace of a red mark appeared.
The girl then proudly looked up at the dwarven blacksmith, whose face showed surprise and even a hint of panic, “See, not a single word of this cunning merchant can be believed!”
What the dwarven blacksmith was panicked about was naturally not that his sword could not pierce the girl’s skin, but that the girl’s skin could not even be pierced by his sword.
—This could only mean that this young lady, who did not know which family she came from, was terrifyingly strong!
As for why this super strong young lady only displayed the aura of a Gold Rank, and her escort was even just a Bronze, how could he know?
…
The small disturbance caused by Verafia, who was “in a bad mood,” naturally attracted the management personnel of the Balosais Trade Union alliance stationed there.
After understanding the cause of the matter, and seeming to perceive that the girl’s identity was not ordinary, they smoothly granted Verafia the third-level permission.
However, as an exchange, the person in charge of the Balosais Trade Union tactfully suggested that she purchase this “chipped” long sword, which, although boasted, was actually not of poor quality.
“What! You want me to spend two gold coins to buy this broken sword that can’t even be considered a toy!”
Verafia’s eyes widened, her jade-like slender fingers pointing, her face full of disbelief.
“Young lady, after all, you broke it.”
Ig gave a wry smile.
Finally, Verafia, with a bitter little face, very reluctantly agreed.
Suddenly, the girl’s gaze seemed to have found something novel, and her eyes lit up with a sparkling light.
“This root of the Emerald Mountain Wood seems pretty good, it can be used for alchemy… So, dwarf, besides that sword, I want to add this one!”
The dwarf “Iron Hammer” looked in the direction the girl was pointing, and saw a small section of emerald-green mountain wood root remaining. He remembered it was left over from when someone commissioned him to forge a sword and add decorations.
It would be more cost-effective to appease this disruptive young lady with such an inexpensive leftover material, so the dwarven blacksmith quickly nodded in agreement and presented it with both hands.
…
“I didn’t expect that with your fuss, Young Lady, you could actually get to the third floor, which is usually only accessible to real nobles and Platinum Rank powerhouses… But our money can’t buy anything good!”
Walking on the road, Ig sighed, but there was not much novelty in his eyes for the next floor.
After all, as the only son of a Marquis Lord, he had not been to places ten times more important than this.
However, when the young man looked back and saw the joyful expression on the girl’s face beside him, and the slight upward curve at the corner of her tender red lips, a guess suddenly arose in his heart:
“Could this be intentionally designed by Miss Verafia to attract the attention of the trade union personnel? But even so, what if your identity is exposed…”
“What’s so bad about my identity being exposed? There are many people who hide their strength in the world. I just can’t be scratched by that broken sword. People who are a little stronger can do it.”
The girl said, then pouted, slightly mocking the reason the attendant had refused her earlier.
“Besides, I didn’t expect that these people from the trade union would break their ‘unbreakable rules’ for this reason. You humans are really funny in how you do things.”
However, Verafia seemed to be in a good mood, and then showed Ig the item in her hand, smiling brightly.
“So, that’s not what I was counting on. Look, what I’m after is this thing!”
Seeing the emerald-green piece of mountain wood in the girl’s slender hand, Ig’s thoughts went to most of the plot development. His gaze tightened, and he cautiously said, “Could this be some incredible treasure?”
“Ah, this.”
Verafia’s expression froze. The girl glared at him with feigned anger.
“Where are there so many lucky finds in the world, and you just happen to stumble upon them? Forget it, let me tell you directly, this thing should be a root of the Dragon Crystal Flame Burst King Tree. Take a look for yourself!”
With that, Verafia casually tossed the branch-sized section of root in her hand.