Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1175: Chapter 966: The Gift from Haber

Looking at these two exquisitely carved chess pieces, the ’Old Age Striking King’ wore a grim expression: ”I told you to avoid the divine artifact, and yet this thing ends up delivered right to your door?

Are you sure you didn’t just pick them up yourself?”

Edna shook her head, ”Nope~ I only counted the money when I left the town.”

Trailing at the end, Elvia extended her neck as she carefully examined the two pieces while helping Edna explain: ”We’ve just calculated the recent road tolls, there’s absolutely no mistake~

After all, future funds will be handed over to Arausato, and if we come up short, he definitely won’t return it to us.”

Leonard, who was smiling nearby, suddenly got a jolt of horror: ”Road toll?”

”Is there any city that doesn’t charge a toll for their waterways?” Elvia was very displeased with his surprise, ”If Hill hadn’t insisted on giving us a maximum standard, I wouldn’t have charged so little!

Sigh! What can I do, when that waterway was funded by him, and I can’t beat him, I can only comply.

Tsk tsk, it’s lower than what Silvermoon City charges, and they have natural rivers!”

Josanie flew up from Leonard’s shoulder: ”Don’t mind Leon; Nature Mages are just full of bad habits.

They never understand the value of money!”

She flitted around Elvia like a gracefully dancing butterfly, finally landing by the ear of the White Dragon Queen, and murmured: ”What’s the pricing like, tell me about it?”

The ’Old Age Striking King’ frowned at Leonard and asked: ”Why care about the dragons’ view on money? Even if Terry the little golden dragon were standing here, he wouldn’t see any issue in charging tolls!

You can’t even handle Josanie’s pranks, and you want to handle this?”

Leonard quietly raised his hands: ”I’ll shut up, I’ll walk away.”

”Shut up, my foot!” The ’Old Age Striking King’ said sternly, ”Aren’t you a Nature Mage? Are there any issues with these chess pieces?

You can’t possibly fail to see that, right?”

”No issues, normal Magic Aura, seems like it’s supposed to be a key somewhere,” Leonard answered promptly... He finally understood why the few Undead Tribe that had been trailing him suddenly vanished.

Leonard had just assumed they didn’t want to shop.

But it’s very likely they dared not shop along with this lady, the pressure was too intense.

Leonard quietly withdrew... the Magic Aura on those pieces was quite strong, he didn’t want to seem overly interested; after all, it was Edna’s own fortunate encounter.

As for his Josanie, even the Half-Elf Mage didn’t want to look at this fairy dragon... What was she thinking? Does she really intend to dig a river at Lost Peak and then charge tolls?

Even if she ends up staying in Agleya City with him, Josanie has no opportunity to collect this money?

Wasn’t there a flying golden dragon that Josanie didn’t see at Agleya?

Tsk!

The status Terry, who squats with the ownerless blue dragon in Agleya City enjoying the show, can be imagined.

Hill, the lord, has granted him the utmost trust... Josanie, akin to a little fairy, thinks far too highly.

Leonard decided to overlook his good friend’s daydreaming, since dreaming too much might mean she’d stay quiet for the day, which would be good to avoid trouble.

He felt quite fortunate that the Little Fairy Queen had taken nearly all the troublemakers... Those Little Fairies remaining in Agleya are obediently staying at the Floating Castle, never coming down to the city.

Otherwise, according to various heard rumors, Josanie might even decide not to leave with him at all!

As for seeking amusement above the castle... Leonard chuckled, fairy dragons are inherently cowardly, even if Josanie had enough courage like Elvia, she wouldn’t dare to fly up.

Though Lord Hill is famously kind, there’s also Shaer up there!

Even if Celene and Lansendel are there too, those deities would never prevent Shaer from striking down any little dragon that offends her.

Josanie fears death.

Edna turned back slightly, casting a helpless smile at the Half-Elf... Leonard was too obvious in avoiding suspicion.

It made it rather challenging for her to casually invite him to take a look together; sometimes interacting with friends who are too self-respecting can be troublesome... perhaps only after spending more time will this Half-Elf start to act less distant?

However, despite being loaded with numerous fragmented memories, Edna was still able to observe many of her adventure party’s recollections... those guys were way too unreserved.

Thinking that sharing everything is perfectly fine, yet not every person who gives too much can keep their balance... Kranvo may not care, but Cyric was clearly becoming increasingly angry.

He started off merely selfish, but as their party gained more, it was him, Kranvo, and Midnight who were always striving... if eventually only those three shared the spoils, Cyric might have simply grabbed the biggest benefits, rather than ruthlessly causing the entire party to be wiped out.

Unfortunately, Kranvo and Midnight were too upright... Edna couldn’t help but smile, since when is uprightness also a mistake?

Can only say, they made poor choices in teammates... either equal in ability or similar in attributes.

And also, before understanding the personalities of their party members, they practiced excessive inclusiveness: daring to split any loot evenly.

Even the disturbing Undead Tribe would consider contribution scores during division!

Edna silently sighed: those two simple-minded creatures, Midnight and Kranvo, upon discovering their party’s adventure achievement as the Tablets of Fate, Cyric was already striving for godhood successively, the two of them still tangled over ’whether love or not’, so getting stabbed was quite ordinary.

Edna doesn’t deny that these two are good people, but sometimes good people can be so frustrating!

She regarded her past experiences as a theatrically exciting drama with a known outcome, and naturally began to look forward to the content of the next episode... and genuinely expressed anger and condemnation towards the unambitious protagonists.

She took off her gloves, silently picked up the two chess pieces, and closed her eyes to perceive for a moment: it was indeed pure magical energy.

If she guessed correctly, this strange object should have something to do with Haber.

’Old Age Striking King’ watched Edna nervously: ”How is it? Can you manage it?

Don’t activate it carelessly!

Or maybe I should take it to Hill for advice? Even if he activates it, he wouldn’t covet your belongings; Hill is quite wealthy.

Besides, he’s always been lucky, so even if these chess pieces have some sinister plot, they wouldn’t harm him!”

On the Floating Castle, Hill smirked as he listened... Well, thank you for your trust~

He thought of me for such matters.

Edna shook her head: ”It’s fine. There’s something interesting; these are keys to a certain powerful artifact.

Originally, the person holding these two chess pieces could directly teleport to that artifact.

But they died.

The soul mark directly dissipated.

Even with the keys, I have to find this strange object on my own and then stamp my soul mark on it.”

She turned her head to look at the western sea: ”It’s on a small island deep in the sea.”

Edna held up the two chess pieces: ”It should be purely a magical creation. So only after the original owner died did they choose me nearby.”

She held back a sentence that was about to slip out... the one closest to the Weave.

If viewed by the Primordial Power alone, these two chess pieces should have sought Shaer and Celene.

But their power source comes from the Weave, so they jumped directly into Edna’s wallet in the small pocket near her chest... Though the money inside wasn’t a tenth of what’s in the bracelet, it was all she had earned herself~

That’s why Edna always kept it close, placing it at the nearest spot to her heart.

Even if Shimesk made a move, she could feel it!

But surprisingly, Edna didn’t feel much about these chess pieces that could directly use the power of the Weave... after all, they all belonged to her.

’Old Age Striking King’ thought for a moment before asking: ”Do we need to go find it now? Don’t worry about the boat, I’ll ask Baldy for one! Our family boats, if nothing else, are solid enough!”

Edna shook her head: ”No, those without the key can’t get on that island.

The holder of the key can sense other keys... they’re all on that island now!

I suspect the other holders were all killed by those Habers, leaving it advantageous for me.

First, we go to Deepwater City, then Baldur’s Gate, and after that, Candlekeep.”

She patted her small ring on her hand: ”Inside here, it’s full of books! All these years, I’ve transcribed them bit by bit; some of which even Candlekeep might not have!”

Hill was momentarily stunned and immediately turned around to shout: ”List! Is there any notice in the Strange Objects Shop about collecting books? Hurry and set a price according to Candlekeep’s rules, double the amount!

As long as it’s a book I don’t have, even if Candlekeep has it, I’ll pay!”

List immediately responded and left.

Hill leaned on the railing and laughed joyfully... This time, there’s a huge profit!

”Do you want to buy the books in her hand?” Lansendel asked, puzzled, ”Isn’t she learning from the Mithril Elves? Can Elves have knowledge you’re unaware of? What does Coron do?”

”She has Black Eye’s drawing,” Hill said casually, ”so she’s always had a teacher in her dreams.

Edna talked about the books she transcribed, which must contain many lost ancient texts.

Back then, the mage faction she and Azuth established didn’t pass down much knowledge, and I’m very interested in that.

Moreover, even though I’m familiar with the elves’ knowledge, real books still hold different significance.

A single event can be seen from different perspectives by different people.

What I want to see are these perspectives.”

Lansendel curled his lips: ”You’ve already seen the destination, yet you insist on looking at other scenery, not afraid of others taking all the spoils.

Mages are just that boring.”

”In the world of magic, there’s inherently no endpoint,” Hill smiled and softly said.