Chapter 506 - The Mystery of a Scale
Chapter 506: The Mystery of a Scale
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The scale held by Yethew looked gray and dull as if the Duon who owned it had died a long time ago.
“This one’s different from ours…” Keely checked. “So apart from numbers, different Duons have different colored scales on them too?”
Freud heard their conversation and offered to explain this one.
“I read the dream of a Duon, so I know how this thing works.” His voice was still trembling a little after witnessing how Keely burned Yethew’s soul to nothingness just now.
“Well?” Keely looked at him.
Freud did not hold back anything he learned since he already planned to display his value as much as possible to Angor. “Their scales represent their social standing. From the most important individuals to the lowest ones, they have gold, silver, white, and gray scales. But I don’t think it has anything to do with us. Wait… there’s something! We need two scales of the same color to get a Meraid’s sword.”
Angor took out his golden sword and chuckled. “So this thing came from someone important?” He put the sword away and asked, “So how did Yethew found me out? Is there a cantrip for that?”
He watched in silence while his expression changed from that of sadness, joy, and yearning.
Angor tried to imagine what he would feel if he were to look at his own dead corpse. It had to be hard, bidding farewell to the vessel that always proved your existence in this world.
“We came here because we sensed scales. More than one. But then we saw they weren’t separate ones, but several of them combined together. I told Yethew to hide and watch, but he didn’t listen. He wanted me to use my ability to read something from a Duon, and he killed me when I’m defenseless…” Freud described what happened to him just now.
“My soul didn’t get hurt, but I thought I’d never get my revenge. Then you came, Mister Padt.” The pale face of Freud’s soul smiled brightly at Angor as he continued, “I saw Yethew checking his scale and then looking at you in a strange way. That’s when I was sure you had the sword we were looking for.
“I knew my chance was here,” Freud bowed deeply and said, “and I’m glad you helped.”
Angor nodded without saying anything.
“I had several potions and scrolls left on me,” Freud said. He looked extremely tired after mourning his own death. “You can take them.”
With that, Freud dived back into the Soul Floret.
Angor considered and said something else, “I still have space left in my storage, and I happen to have a coffin in there. Maybe we can take your body along.”
Angor was referring to the coffin used by Dodoro. Back then, the coffin was filled with Akeso’s blood. Angor had retrieved the blood into a better container and the coffin was left empty.
“No…” Freud shook his head. “We can’t do anything with it anyway. Why bring along a burden?”
Angor didn’t insist since Freud said no. He moved to take several one-use space capsules from Freud’s corpse before he stepped out of the watchtower.