Chapter 312 - Urgency
Chapter 312: Urgency
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
It was an extremely luxurious hall, decorated by similarly deluxe furniture. There was a long desk crafted from millennial wood found in an ancient catacomb, a floor carpet made from the hide of an Abyssal Polar Bear, and shiny oil lamps that burned from the fat refined from body oil of white-bellied shark folks.
The only thing that didn’t go well with the exquisite, brightly-lit hall was its lack of habitants.
Thud, thud, thud…
Clear and loud footsteps were suddenly heard inside the desolate hall.
The chamber pillars had been illuminated by their lamps through the last century. Beside the first pillar, a pair of snow-white legs walking on red-striped brown high-heels suddenly showed up beneath the shadows.
The body of a beautiful lady wearing a flame-red dress soon came under the light.
“Ah, so it’s you. What are you here for?” a woman sitting in front of the long desk asked.
Lydia looked at the second music box and fell into the same awkwardness.
Lady Mirror couldn’t stop snickering. “I got this one half a month ago. Its creator made this for me personally. Heh, smart boy. He said he was repaying my favor for saving his life, and soon after, he put it on sale at the auction. Next time he brings my CUSTOMIZED music box, I’m so going to lecture him for good.”
Lydia felt her embarrassment grew worse when she heard the word “customized”.
“It’s not Sunders who crafted the music box?”
“Of course not.”
“But—I see the shadow of Sunders inside the illusion!”
“Because it was Sunders’ student who made it.”
Lady Mirror didn’t intend to keep it a secret. She explained about Angor’s business in detail without considering Angor’s privacy at all.
Lydia remained silent for a while.
“HE invented this? No wonder he could create that strange illusion at the auction house.”
“What? Feeling ashamed when your little lie was found out?” Lady Mirror teased.
“You knew it all along, eh? You set me up.”
“Every setback is your chance to mentally grow up.”
Lydia scoffed. “Never mind. At least I now know who’s the creator, so I don’t have to interrogate that Moonlily Fairy… I wonder why Angor gave a tiered alchemy creation to a lowly familiar though. Something doesn’t add up.”
Lady Mirror, on the other hand, wasn’t interested in Lydia’s business at all. The ancestor soul was thinking about how to tell Lydia about the “brilliant and pleasurable” customized music box Angor was going to give her, without being too obvious.
“I’d admit that Sunders found himself a pretty outstanding student. That kid created two alchemy omens the other day. An intermediate apprentice alchemist in less than a year… and you already saw his talent in illusions. I’d say he got more skills than Sunders when that man was young,” Lady Mirror commented on Angor’s achievement. “It’s just that the boy is too gentle-tempered, which doesn’t go well with Sunders.”
Lydia smirked. “Go well? Ah, you haven’t heard, Lady Mirror? Several days ago, Angor provoked Twilight Auction, and Twilight almost killed him. It was Sunders who saved him in the end. And you say they don’t go well?”
“For real?”
“Yes. I think Flora’s gonna die of jealousy at that time.”
“Then… should I copy Angor’s shape?” Lady Mirror mumbled.
“Nice idea. I believe you’ll look pretty good if you become a she-Angor.”
They kept talking about random gossips when Lydia suddenly frowned. “Huh… My Phantom Servant provider sent me an urgent message using blood sacrifice?”
She took out a piece of brown paper which contained a covenant written in strange symbols. The symbols weren’t comprehensible when observed using eyes—they had to be read using spirit power. It was one of the top-class means of documenting in the general plane.
Lydia’s name was printed on one side of the covenant, while the other side showed “Moa”.
“The Moa clan? Phantom Servants in Midnight Sovereign? Those are pretty potent servants,” Lady Mirror thought to herself.
The paper slowly floated up, and Lydia turned to Lady Mirror. “Can I get a fire?”
It wasn’t really a question—Lydia helped herself by pulling the fire from a lamp nearby and placed the paper above it.
As the flame devoured the paper, the symbols suddenly became “alive” and began to move around on the paper. Finally, they turned into a new line of characters.
“Lady Lotus, the Midnight Sovereign is now almost devastated, and the Moa Clan is near its doom. Please, Lady, we beg for your merciful assistance…”