Capítulo 2132: Chapter 711: A Gloomy Afternoon in Rhenia
“This has already been a great help, thank you for your assistance, Lord.”
The professor imdiately took his leave, rushing off to handle these important matters.
During this period, through Taylor, Old Flywheel’s paramour with a vast network in the black market, they had gathered many forbidden goods, including a batch of nearly scrapped walking machines. However, how to transport them out of Charldo Harbor was a big problem.
With Lord Paryen’s help now, at least this batch of goods was secured.
Given Lord Paryen’s personality, he typically wouldn’t get involved in such matters. But the situation at Blackfla Mountain Pass relied entirely on the Transia People turning the tide, and under such circumstances, even the lord had to carry a bit of “social debt.”
He took one last look at the still serene Charldo Harbor from the balcony and glanced at his unfinished painting. Lord Paryen shook his head, casually adding a few finishing touches to the canvas, transforming the smoke clouding the city into the nacing face of a clawed demon.
This reflected his current mindset.
He left this painting here, turned away from the balcony toward his room to pack, only to find Little Sheron holding a peculiar chanical squirrel at his room door.
Seeing Lord Paryen approach, Little Sheron shrank back fearfully but still spoke:
“Lord, the situation in Transylvania is dire, isn’t it? Can I return with you? I can’t continue wasting ti here. The people of Xike Territory are under the threat of war, and as their lord, I must…”
“You should stay here!”
Lord Paryen gazed down at the little vampire before him.
He wasn’t very good at dealing with children, but at this mont, the lord patiently explained:
“It’s not only because your adaptable uncle has beco the pivotal figure for the Transia People gathering resources at Charldo Harbor, but because even you, without realizing it, have a job here that’s more important than you think.
I ask you, Ellen.
In the past few days, have you still encountered that strange Spiritual Body while creating engineering items?”
“Uh, I have, but it doesn’t want to communicate with .”
Ellen said awkwardly:
“If I actively seek it out, it will vanish, only appearing suddenly when I’m not paying attention. I feel it’s observing , but with so many chanics in the city, I don’t quite understand why it’s so interested in .”
Lord Paryen did not respond.
He crouched down, looking into Little Sheron’s eyes, saying:
“I perhaps shouldn’t tell you this, burden you with such a weight, but since it has noticed you, it signifies you possess so ‘aptitude.’
It’s not the Evil God, Ellen.
It’s a special presence that’s hard for to describe in words.
I’ve forgotten all about it, yet I remain deeply familiar with it. Long ago, it was one of the protective forces for this world.
It is by no ans evil.
I don’t know who awakened it or guided it to Charldo Harbor, but I estimate it might have sothing to do with the greatest chanic among the Half-body n, Lord Bach.
Sadly, even until Lord Bach’s passing, he never disclosed this secret.
But rember, being noticed by it is an honor, especially for vampires like us burdened with original sin; it very likely signifies so potential for ‘redemption.’
You can’t comprehend all of this yet.
But trust , your presence here is far more important than accompanying back to Transylvania.”
“Ah?”
Upon hearing the lord’s words, Ellen was montarily bewildered. She glanced at the chanical squirrel she crafted as a leisure toy in her hand, then raised her head to ask:
“Does it have a na?”
“Yes.”
The lord, for a mont, rubbed the edges of his brow, searching through fragnts of ancient mories to retrieve the na, he softly said:
“It should have one; I rember calling it ‘Eden.’
“What a strange na.”
Ellen shrugged, feeling sowhat disheartened:
“But I still can’t understand why it chose . Do I have so special talent I’ve yet to discover? My chanical creation skills barely reach average here at Charldo Harbor, at most a skilled apprentice.”
“It’s unrelated to your skills, Ellen; the power it represents is far beyond what these Half-body n’s engineering can interpret.”
Lord Paryen stood up, extending his hand to pat Little Sheron’s head.
He said:
“It might have sothing to do with your lineage; you are Murphy’s descendant.”
“But I’ve already drunk the Origin Blood.”
“For Eden, however, you are Murphy’s spokesperson in Charldo Harbor… Rember, utilize this identity wisely.”
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