Chapter 2198 - 773: The Magic Sword Watched by Benshasha

Even though the "Young Master" in their Wenjian Clan is more like a mascot, they still didn’t want their own Clan Leader to be associated with that Chief Steward Lu.

They’ve kept that old hatred firmly in mind all these years!

"Passion Fruit" had a look of iron resolve.

"Old Age Striking King" just gave her a weird look: "What the hell are kids these days stuffing into their heads?

Of course I’m asking whether that Road Eunuch wants to get something out of the Young Master... but you, what was that tone supposed to mean?"

"She’s an arts major, her mind tends to wander, don’t bother arguing with her." "Mittan," also from Wenjian, couldn’t help yanking "Passion Fruit" back, and even smacked her little head with some force.

Only then did "Mittan" say a bit helplessly: "This whole time, Lu Lingshi has been busy helping Ambori expand its Divine Realm, he probably didn’t deliberately come looking for trouble with us.

At most, he was planning to talk with the Young Master, tell him to stay away from, uh, mercury, and ah, those sea dragons.

Sometimes, if something looks alike, people just treat it as the same thing.

Chief Steward Lu wants the Young Master to figure out who’s actually closer to our Undead Tribe."

"Old Age Striking King" couldn’t help rolling her eyes: "The Young Master really mixed himself up with that Shoulong bunch of Ao-surnamed dragons?

That word ’Ao’ should be the ’agony’ ao, right?"

"That dragon has Hill’s painting in his hands!" "Mittan" protested, "How can you call him an outsider?"

"Don’t you go shifting the blame onto Hill. He’s met plenty of dragons; why aren’t you talking about the ones he hammered to death?" "Old Age Striking King" said, annoyed. "You all remember this for me: don’t mix people from Suolong Continent and Ferun Great Land together.

That’s something William’s Order explicitly forbids!"

"We didn’t, we really didn’t!" "Mittan" explained quickly. "We were just acting as middlemen, helping the Mercury Dragon and the Ao Family Dragons negotiate a trade.

They exchanged some resources out on the Great Sea.

You know how it is, Giant Dragons are never going to let Ambori’s subordinates witness their dealings!

But they really didn’t plan any interaction beyond the trade itself!"

"Old Age Striking King" gave her a sidelong glance: "Of course I know they didn’t do anything extra, or William would’ve had you lot auto-logout ages ago.

But I still have to give you a heads-up.

Keep your people under control, don’t suddenly get hot-blooded and charge in.

You know this yourself, right?

Your clan is the one most likely to crash and burn on stuff like this.

And clearly, something must have shown up on the radar, or Road Eunuch wouldn’t be hanging around the Young Master.

If you weren’t lying to me... then you’re not hiding anything, are you?

Even if you went so far as to call Road Eunuch the Respectfully Managed Chief."

"Mittan" gave an awkward little laugh... she hadn’t expected "Old Age Striking King" to catch the meaning in that veiled insult.

Then she answered very bluntly: "No, nothing, really nothing.

You should understand, other clans might still consider reconciling with Doomsday for the sake of profit or whatever, but we absolutely can’t.

After all, there are so many schools! Everyone has to save face."

"Old Age Striking King" let out a soft chuckle: "Of course I know that face is the thing you all care about most amongst yourselves."

Her eyes were sharp as blades; "Mittan" could only touch her own face and laugh.

"Passion Fruit" looked a bit baffled at the scene in front of her, then got yanked back by "Qiuqiu": "You’ve already graduated, don’t go meddling in the stuff for people who are still in school."

"This Old Age Striking King... really is pretty impressive." Lansendel said to Hill with a touch of emotion. "No wonder Edna’s so hard to deal with these days."

"Why would anyone want to deal with Edna?" Hill couldn’t help asking. "Who’s going after Edna?"

"You get it—now that the Weave’s been tightened again, there’ll always be someone who’s not willing to accept it." In Lansendel’s beady eyes, a flash of disdain passed. "They can’t do or say anything to Eo, so naturally they only think about messing with the Goddess of Magic who’s stuck doing the actual work.

Edna, well, she’s got that Undead Tribe style through and through, absolutely refuses to take any responsibility that’s not hers.

She only handles repairing the broken parts of the net, everything else she doesn’t touch.

Want her to loosen some specific section of the Weave? Not a chance... if you’ve got the guts, go talk to that God Above Gods.

She’s very arrogantly declared that even if the God Above Gods speaks to her personally, she still won’t do anything that harms the Weave itself... why did Black Eye Mystra, despite being the Goddess of Magic, end up battered by wind, frost, snow, and rain all the way? Isn’t it because she thought the Weave could be manipulated at her whim?

But every voluntary adjustment was a hit to her own Divinity—that’s the real core reason Black Eye eventually turned stupid.

Edna’s not that foolish; she only takes care of maintenance.

If Eo wants to do something, he can destroy it himself; Edna says she has no power to stop him.

But she’ll still go fix it afterwards... anyway, she’s only in the business of doing good deeds."

Hill blinked. That way of talking, shameless in a way that really resembled "Old Age Striking King," but there was just as much hidden blade underneath.

Like that little chat she’d just had with the college students.

Chances are she’d known all along that the other party was "Lu Huayu," and simply used the opportunity to warn the Wenjian Clan that was itching to stir up trouble.

Hill was honestly quite surprised, but also found it kind of natural... those sea dragons under the Shoulong had caught the attention of the Wenjian Clan.

Even Hill, the first time he saw Ao Someone, was just as dazzled and spellbound.

It was only after figuring out that these dragons were, at their core, still Western Giant Dragons that he completely lost interest in them... Whether AO or Eo, their essence determines the nature of what they create.

They are absolutely impossible existences for truly fitting Eastern philosophy.

But for these students who still have that youthful air about them, just seeing the appearance is probably enough to shake their resolve.

Chances are that even if they haven’t crossed the line, what they’ve been doing has already started leaning toward the dragons of Shoulong, or even the Shulong People.

Kids are always easily blinded by appearances.

Especially the more hot-blooded types... the Young Master, on the other hand, might actually not know that much.

With this true Young Master’s personality, there’s no way he’d bother with such complicated stuff in a game he just came to mess around in.

Most people who play with art are a bit dull in this respect... sure, they can be hot-blooded too, but it’s hard for them to get worked up over a paper character.

The Old Age Striking King must have gotten some info from Edna... Lansendel and Shaer obviously know as well.

Otherwise the Great Peacock wouldn’t be talking like this.

"Do the Undead Tribe’s looks resemble the Shulong People a bit?" Lansendel asked curiously... he really did know what was going on.

"Maybe... and kind of not." Hill said, a bit hesitant. "They weren’t originally a single race to begin with.

And I feel like the way they do things is completely different from the Shulong People."

"Right, you don’t know either." Lansendel said belatedly. "You’re way too close with them; I almost forgot you don’t know their roots.

Eh~

Shaer, you know, right?"

"William mentioned a bit. AO probably created the Suolong Continent by imitating the Undead Tribe’s ancient mythic stories." Shaer drawled, "But it’s only the appearance; the inside is very different."

"Yet he did in fact cultivate existences that look similar on the outside, didn’t he?" Lansendel suddenly turned his head to ask. "So why exactly are you that angry?

From how thorough his preparations are, Toril will sooner or later walk toward the light."

"The path you arrive at naturally and the one that suddenly pops up out of nowhere, can they really be the same? Especially from the perspective of true Darkness." Shaer let out a cold laugh. "Not that you’d understand any of this, and there’s no need to say more."

Hill could only act like he hadn’t understood a thing... strictly speaking, he really shouldn’t be able to understand.

His knowledge in this area shouldn’t surpass Lansendel’s in the first place.

"I don’t get what you’re talking about." Passion Fruit struggled free from Qiuqiu’s hands. "But there’s one thing I have to say.

I absolutely don’t believe that the Road Eunuch found his way to the Young Master on his own!

Is that something human effort can achieve?

Even if Ambori gave him a blessing of luck, that shouldn’t be able to affect Hill’s labyrinth!

Are you trying to say Hill would give Ambori any face?

This has to be a random event!

This is the Road Eunuch’s retribution; otherwise how would he get thrown into the labyrinth where the Young Master and the Magic Sword both are!"

"Nicely said, don’t say it again next time." The Old Age Striking King looked at her with a strange expression... in fact everyone understood this already; she was just using the chance to gently remind these university student leaders.

Qiuqiu couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

In this whole affair, the only victim turned out to be Perfect Bald.

What retribution could be more brutal than being stuck in the same place with those three?

What sin did Perfect Bald commit!

"The starlight’s gone a bit dim." Xiao Liuliu said in a flat tone. "I’d say in about two hours Dawn should arrive."

"The Baldy’s found the way." The Old Age Striking King raised the tablet in his hand. "He looks pretty confident to me; I figure if he curses himself a couple more times he’ll make it out.

As for climbing this mountain, he shouldn’t have any issues."

"Even if he gets there, what good will it do?" Xiao Liuliu turned to glance around. "There are only three hundred Puppet units inside; by the time it’s his turn, it’ll probably be noon."

"Speaking of which, Sister Liu, I thought you wouldn’t be climbing through the night!" the Old Age Striking King asked curiously. "No need to watch the kid?"

"The kid’s asleep." Xiao Liuliu said calmly. "There’s a nanny robot there!

Though I actually hadn’t planned on climbing; it’s not like I’m in a hurry to take some quest.

But didn’t the Baldy get dragged down by the Magic Sword!

The moment he saw the Young Master he yelled for me not to log off yet."

"You know Benshasha went to see the Magic Sword, right, Hill?" On the rooftop, listening to the Undead Tribe chatting, Shaer suddenly spoke up.

"Ah?" Hill was so startled he could only let out a syllable.

"Whenever the Undead Tribe bring up this Magic Sword, they basically always tie it to bad luck and misfortune." Shaer drawled, "Benshasha even thought that in that World Without Magic, the Goddess of Misfortune had survived!"