[Piss Off Eat Shit ??? 261]
[HP: ??? ???%]
[MP: ??? ???%]
[Stamina: ??? ???%]
[Corpse Unique]
[Soul Unique]
[A skill similar to [Appraisal] has been used!]
What even is a [Koschei]? I feel like Ive heard that word sowhere, but I cant put my finger on it, Edmund asked, as he flew a bit closer so Sylver wouldnt have to shout.
Edmund was slower than Mora was, but only because he was carrying Sylver with him.
But that was fine, they had left Krist territory a while ago, and neither of them was in any real rush.
Neither living nor undead. Your life is bound to a silver needle, your greatest strength, as well as your greatest weakness, Sylver quoted.
So you have a needle-sized phylactery? Edmund asked.
Pretty much. Does it do it automatically? When soone tries to read your status, they get their status read instead? Sylver asked, and Edmund nodded.
[Birds Eye For An Eye]. I keep it on low most of the ti, but I can set it to burn the eye out of whoever tries to [Inspect] , Edmund said.
You said you got a unique class too? Sylver asked.
Yeah, I did, Edmund answered.
They flew through the air, leaving behind a thin streak of gold against the blue sky, and white clouds.
What is it? Sylver asked.
Promise not to laugh, Edmund said, barely loud enough for Sylver to hear him over the sound of roaring flas.
You know I cant promise that, Sylver answered.
Ed rolled his eyes, and for a few seconds, debated whether or not to tell Sylver the na of his class.
Can you promise to not make any jokes about it until weve arrived, so Im not tempted to drop you? Edmund asked.
How bad of a class can it be?
Sure, Sylver said.
Look at my status again, Edmund shouted, as he moved away from Sylver, so he wouldnt hear him laugh.
[Human* Fire Bird (Unique) Royal Fla (Legendary) Day Blade (Rare) 261]
[HP: 85,500 100%]
[MP: 90,753 91%]
[Stamina: 100,322 100%]
[Corpse Unique]
[Soul Unique]
Holy shit Sylver said under his breath, but sohow, his words still reached Edmunds ears.
[A skill similar to [Appraisal] has been used!]
Wait, what? Why is your HP and Stamina so low? How is your mana only at 19 thousand? Edmund shouted, in a voice that made it sound as if he was offended.
I dont know! Sylver shouted back and only now saw what Edmunds unique class was.
It would have been funnier if he hadnt been blown away by the sheer size of his HP, MP, and Stamina.
What have you been fighting? Edmund asked.
For the most part humans! Sylver answered.
Why?
Because I needed their corpses! And I was too busy gathering resources to find you to go on a proper monster hunt! Sylver shouted back.
Edmunds face didnt change, but Sylver could tell he struck a nerve.
I know you cant use enchantnts, but I know a couple of ways to increase your everything, Edmund answered back, with an almost protective tone in his voice.
Im looking forward to it! Sylver shouted back, as all of a sudden, Arda ca into view.
***
Sylver almost flinched with each step Edmund took because he plain and simple forgot how loudly the man walked.
Or boy, in this case, since Edmund looked like he was 14 years old, 15 at most.
Lola Aeyri Edmund repeated as the gravel crunched underneath his barely covered feet.
Ill tell you the full story after weve had so ti to rest. I helped free her from a prison of sorts, then made her open a company, then abandoned her for 5 years, and now she all but owns Arda, and its surrounding territories, Sylver explained.
Edmund was making a face. Hed been making it since the mont Sylver ntioned Lola.
You found her by accident, you said. The king of cats asked you for help? Edmund asked.
Sylver nodded.
You dont rember her either, do you? The thing is, she wasnt lying. I had a firm grip on her soul for almost a month, and she told repeatedly that she was Laylas daughter. If she was lying, I would have known it, Sylver said, but Edmund kept making that face.
I dont know how to say this politely, but Layla never had a daughter, Edmund said.
Whoever she is, I trust her, Sylver countered.
If he were talking to anyone else, the conversation would have ended here.
See the thing is Lola died, Edmund said, with a mixture of inarguable confidence, and equal parts confusion.
About 300 years before we did, yes, Sylver said.
Neither of them said anything for a while.
When you went to Layla to retrieve Oskas staff, above the fireplace, did you see a pot of white sand, with a piece of dried bark stuck in it? Edmund asked.
I know what a burial gierth is I think I saw one, yes Sylver said.
That was for Lola. Adema sent to help Layla, but by the ti I got there, there was nothing to be done, Edmund explained, and with every word, Sylvers image of the burial gierth beca clearer and clearer.
Lolas na would have been carved on the piece of bark sticking out of the sand, but Sylver was in a rush back then, and for the unlife of him couldnt rember if he had seen the na on the bark. Either way, the gierth wasnt for an adult, an adult would get a twig, children got bark.
And the Lola Sylver knew might not be an elder, but she was very much an adult.
Sylver reached towards the bone where he kept his various IDs, and discovered that that particular bone was empty, on account of having been disintegrated.
Getting in is going to be a bit of a hassle Then theres the fact that were coming from Krist-controlled territory. I can crack my skull open to show them theres nothing, Sylver said, as Edmund ran his hand along the top of his head.
I would prefer not to, Edmund said.
Sylver knew the reason.
It would hurt. And for all his toughness, Edmund wasnt fond of pain. Especially pain that could be avoided.
Ill figure sothing out then, dont worry about it, Sylver said.
Smuggle him inside through Ron, and when we co back next ti, make certain were coming from the North, not the south.
After we rest, whats our next move? Edmund asked.
Sylver shrugged his shoulders.
Celebrate so hard we need another rest, Sylver said and grinned as Edmund chuckled.
Good enough for , Edmund said, as Sylver wrapped his arm around his young companion as they continued walking towards Ardas gates.
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