Everything went smoothly afterward.
The stonework shop had detected a strong burst of Spiritual Energy from afar, proving that their battle had been intense. The continuous tremors from the mountain also confird this.
When Rod returned carrying his companion, Lars, the bald workshop owner, presented the agreed-upon Puppet Stones with both hands.
He gave not only two large portions but also an extra three thousand silver coins for healing potions.
Rod was very satisfied with this arrangent.
Lars even specifically asked for his contact information.
The so-called "contact information" refers to the specific frequency of each person’s Spirit Crow ssenger.
As long as the frequency is rembered, it can be traced within a certain range.
"Giving contact information" is simply allowing one Spirit Crow ssenger to touch another, thereby rembering the frequency and enabling communication.
This was Trolian’s most common thod of communication.
Rod did not refuse.
This man’s money was easy to earn; there might be more opportunities in the future.
On the way back to Royal City, phit had woken up, which sowhat disappointed Rod.
He had originally planned to take her back to Hunter’s Tavern to deepen their connection.
But it didn’t matter much—having completed such a feat together, as long as this ice maiden’s mind was sound, she would know they were a perfect match.
Rod briefly recounted the events to her, emphasizing his quick reflexes, sustained endurance, and explosive sprinting ability.
phit listened silently, without uttering a word.
Under the dim light, her profile appeared as if flowers were piled with snow in moonlight.
She was very light.
Rod thought.
Although it was hard to tell under the coat, a real figure can’t be hidden by clothes.
She’s probably flat like Kashan.
But Kashan is young and still has a chance to grow; you’re already in your early twenties, no chance there.
Uh, maybe I should check on Kashan when I get back. What if she’s grown?
As these scattered thoughts flitted by, Rod once again reached out to her, smiling, "Miss phit, you must have seen it—how uniquely compatible we are. We’re naturally a team. You just control the enemy, and I can quickly kill it. No partnership can match our seamless, smooth synchronization. Together, our power is far greater than rely one plus one; it amounts to one multiplied by one."
"How about it? Do you want to consider forming a permanent, regular team, becoming long-term partners?"
phit slightly turned her head. Suddenly, her hair loosened and turned silvery-white.
"Do you recognize it?"
She said softly, her silvery-white hair fluttering near her ear.
"The untouchable cursed one, Wolfgang von ffis."
Rod scratched his head, puzzled, "You’re cursed? You can go to the Soul Church. They are the Holy Church’s most professional curse removers—several of my friends successfully broke their curses there."
phit shifts her gaze, speaking softly, "You’re not an old hunter and lack experience. You’re still a student at Jinworth Academy."
Rod imdiately denied it, "Impossible, no one has more experience than I do. I understand every position... I an, my practical experience is vast, and my combat skills are extrely high. Do you know the Golden Light Valkyrie, Teresa? She is often beneath , receiving a beating.
"Even the Archbishop Horus nods and bows when he sees . The King has even promised to entrust with the task of guarding the Holy Fire..."
phit watched him expressionlessly, and when he could think of no more exaggerated claims, she said softly, "Those who walk with are cursed with calamity and will eventually die in disaster and calamity... You must have felt it already; you were not supposed to encounter such danger today."
Rod exclaid in surprise, "Were those monsters drawn here by you?"
"You could say that."
phit looked ahead, her snow-white hair and silver eyes possessing a unique charm in the night and the faint light.
"In this dark world filled with unknown dangers, I amplify these risks, bringing misfortune upon my companions."
"No one wishes to accompany anymore. Those who did, whether they believed or not, are all dead. I am seen as an Ominous figure by everyone. The Holy Church strictly warns not to interact with anyone for long periods of ti; the Fire Priest even prohibits from getting close to fire, fearing I might pollute it and extinguish the flas."
"I am alive only by the King’s rcy, so I can’t cause harm to anyone any longer."
"I appreciate your help, and I urgently need the Puppet Stones, but I’m sorry, I can’t travel with you anymore."
phit seed light, as if she might fly away.
But then her wrist tightened, and she turned to look back—the strange hunter had caught her hand.
Even after learning the truth, this man showed no fear, disgust, rejection, or even pity with ulterior motives, but rather an ecstatic expression.
"You attract monsters?"
phit had never t soone like him.
His focus did not seem to lie on the danger or death.
"I bring disaster," she corrected him, "causing you misfortune."
Rod smiled, "No problem, I love disasters."
phit coldly said, "I don’t."
She tried to leave, but he tightly embraced her arm.
He even moved closer, intending for a more intimate contact.
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