Chapter 1049 Canaan's Voyage Experience <TOC> Chapter 1051 The Young Fire Demon
Translator: SumTLMan
Looming in the void, La Sutherland stood as a monumental testament to grandeur.
At this moment, within a grove on the southern outskirts of La Sutherland, a Purgatory Flame Slave who had just traversed from Lake Nemin was looking with awe at the flickering halo of buildings in the distance.
“So, this is La Sutherland? The city of eternal twilight that never falls.” He whispered to himself, “Compared to Sky Mechanical City, it doesn’t seem any less grandiose. Is it because behind it stands the unparalleled Demon God?”
Oddly enough, even though he was a Purgatory Flame Slave, the words muttering from his mouth were in the universal language of humans.
“Sparrow Blossom, what are you mumbling about?” A deafening drone emerged from the mouth of another Purgatory Flame Slave in front, one who was wielding a flaming red giant axe.
“Nothing much, just marveling at how magnificent La Sutherland is.” Ditching the previous universal human language, his lips, seemingly tinged with molten lava, parted slightly, and out came the cryptic murmurings of Demonic Language from Sparrow Blossom.
“Indeed, an unworldly creature without any experience. Among all the demon cities in the Wasteland Plane, La Sutherland is only average,” the Giant Axe Purgatory Flame Slave said disdainfully.
Wasteland Plane? What’s that? Sparrow Blossom had some doubts in his heart, but he didn’t voice them out. Instead, he complimented, “It seems that Lord Kaido has seen many demon cities?”
The Purgatory Flame Slave wielding the giant axe was Kaido. He raised his fearsome head high, spewing a jet of fire from his nostrils, “Of course, I used to accompany Lord Negal! Even the resting place of the demon lord, Mozambia, I’ve seen from afar, now that’s a true miracle.”
Kaido boasted about his past experiences with great pride. However, for Sparrow Blossom, his tales were extremely tedious. Because many phrases in Kaido’s narrative were “seen from afar”, “I heard”, “it is said”… The actual number of demon cities he had experienced was probably just a couple, and La Sutherland was undoubtedly the largest demon city he had encountered.
Observing Kaido seemingly enjoying his monologue, Sparrow Blossom suddenly inquired, “Lord Kaido, you mentioned Mozambia earlier, and it sounded like a magnificent demon city. Could you tell us more about it?”
Kaido was taken aback. During his time as a slave, he had merely caught a glimpse of it from afar, his view obscured by purgatorial flames. He was clueless about the city’s actual appearance.
However, he didn’t want to admit his ignorance in front of his newly recruited underling.
Stammering for a moment, he finally uttered, “It’s massive… grand… You, a small runt with no known lineage, would never get a chance to see it in your lifetime. Why bother asking?”
Being referred to as a runt made Sparrow Blossom momentarily crestfallen. Kaido noticed this, thinking he had found a weakness. How dare this little runt challenge him, Kaido, with questions? Excited, he became even more enthralled with his speech.
“No lineage, no family emblem, and a male flame slave taking the name of a succubus? Sparrow Blossom? What sort of name is that? It’s a disgrace to our proud race of Purgatory Flame Slaves!” Kaido’s massive nostrils puffed out a murky white mist as he glanced disdainfully at the “downcast” Sparrow Blossom. “And another thing, as a male flame slave, we are supposed to forge weapons like giant axes and maces. But you, trying to act like a female, have made a chain… Who are you planning to bind? Yourself?”
When Kaido had finished berating him, they had already reached the outskirts of La Sutherland.
Demons had started to appear in the distance, and Kaido promptly fell silent. His race, the Purgatory Flame Slaves, was considered lower in status than half-demons and largely served as household slaves for the demons. However, they weren’t housekeepers or personal servants, but expendable cannon fodder.
Despite their ferocious appearances, they were quite weak. In the Abyss, all demons looked down upon the flame slaves.
However, there were advantages to being a Purgatory Flame Slave. At the very least, demons wouldn’t casually kill them.
For demons, Purgatory Flame Slaves are far more appealing than those so-called half-demons. At the very least, the bloodline of a Purgatory Flame Slave is, from the root, meant to serve demons. These half-demons, however, are crossbreeds with complex bloodlines and have bred many rebellious traits.
Suddenly, Kaido fell silent. The previously deliberate movements became cautious after entering La Sutherland. This display of apprehension brought an involuntary sneer from Flower Sparrow who followed behind.
This was Flower Sparrow’s first visit to La Sutherland, and also his first glimpse of a demon’s trading market.
With a curious tilt of his head, he took in the sights of a city vastly different from his imagination. He might not get another chance to observe this spectacle in the not-so-distant future.
However, he was currently at the edge of La Sutherland. The buildings here weren’t particularly exquisite. For example, in the dense forest to the right, there was a simple wooden cabin——
“Phantasmagoria? What business does this cabin conduct with such a name?” Flower Sparrow questioned in his heart.
“What are you looking at?” Kaido also followed Flower Sparrow’s gaze, spotting the small cabin in the nearby woods. Upon seeing the cabin’s size, Kaido scoffed, “Such a small establishment with a door even shorter than me, I doubt it can attract any business in its lifetime.”
As soon as Kaido’s words fell, the door to the small cabin was pushed open. A half-demon with blue skin walked out, a satisfied smile lingering at the corners of its mouth as if it had stumbled upon some good fortune.
“It certainly isn’t a customer!” Kaido confidently declared, “It’s probably an employee of this establishment.”
Then, a second half-demon walked out.
“This… this one is also an employee, no doubt about it.”
The third, the fourth… by the time the tenth half-demon emerged, Kaido’s eyes were bulging in surprise. How could such a tiny shop attract patrons? Weren’t the half-demons in La Sutherland known for their haughtiness? They definitely wouldn’t step through such a low doorway, would they?
“These half-demons, are they not guests?” Flower Sparrow blinked his eyes, embodying curiosity.
Kaido, originally poised to affirm with an “indeed,” found the words caught in his throat. A couple of half-demons might have been dismissed, but such a parade exiting that establishment was not so easily explained away.
Kaido couldn’t help himself, he claimed, “Last time I was here, I didn’t even notice this cabin. Probably just a few half-demons gathering for fun, not enough to cause a ripple.”
As Kaido’s words hung in the air, an icy blue demon emerged from the cabin.
Though a lesser demon, it was a standout among its kind, a stark contrast to the weaker half-demons seen before.
“This…this is an exception,” Kaido managed, his face flushed crimson.
Suddenly, the earth trembled slightly, and from the unadorned backyard of the cabin, ripples appeared from nothing. A frosty troll, crystalline in its entirety, stepped out from the waves.
“Is that illusion magic to cloak? That’s an ice troll!” Flower Sparrow couldn’t hold back its surprise. Ice trolls, almost considered mid-level demons and closely related to the formidable winter trolls, were a terrifying sight.
The appearance of the ice troll in this humble shop left Kaido in utter disbelief.
Shivering, Kaido pointed in the direction of the cabin, seemingly eager to say something…
But Flower Sparrow, now feeling a touch of pity, intervened: “Lord Kaido, perhaps you should hold your tongue.”
Every word out of Kaido’s mouth seemed to be challenged by reality, each statement defied and reversed.
Shaking its head, Flower Sparrow, its crown billowing smoke from the heated exchange, guided Kaido deeper into La Sutherland.
As they departed, Flower Sparrow felt as if it was being watched by an unseen observer.
Whirling around, his gaze unveiled nothing. However, atop the rooftop of a nearby phantasmagoric cabin, a dark-skinned woman was stifling a yawn, stretching her body to shake off the languor.
Could it all have been a trick of his mind?
……
Unfolding from a stretch, Fafnir lounged on the roof, basking in half a day of lethargy before she recollected an odd piece of information that had caught her attention when she had awakened.
Immersed in thought, Fafnir’s mind played back the silhouette of a figure.
It was a Purgatory Flame Slave she had chanced upon not long ago, slightly gaunt in stature, its body cloaked in a feeble flame, encircled by a crimson chain resembling a fire serpent, slithering languidly over its form.
At first glance, there seemed to be nothing untoward about this Purgatory Flame Slave.
However, a speculative arch of Fafnir’s eyebrow revealed a stark disguise etched upon the Slave. Odder still, the soul of this slave bore the humble origin of a human.
“Have humans set foot in La Sutherland?” asked Angel, currently stationed on the second-floor loft of the log cabin, whose open windows conveniently led to the roof.
Reclining on the rooftop, just adjacent to the loft’s skylight, was Fafnir, “Indeed, and you don’t seem to be taken aback.”
“Humans are aplenty, and they bear no relevance to me,” shrugged Angel. His time at Watchtower Fortress had acquainted him with tales of wizards stealthily infiltrating inner demonic fortresses to gather intelligence. Therefore, while the appearance of a human here was uncommon, it wasn’t unacceptable.
Compared to such inconsequential matters, he had other concerns of higher priority.
For instance, accruing wealth. Or, perfecting the model of the gateway in his mental space.
The soft melody of a wind chime echoed from the courtyard below.
“It seems that a fresh wave of guests has arrived,” Angel stated, retrieving the Rhythm of the Ocean. He addressed Fafnir, “I will descend first.”
As Angel descended from the second floor, he noticed Canaan skillfully explaining things to the new arrivals in fluent Demonic Language. Simultaneously, he made circles in mid-air with his fingers, stirring up a faint mist that drummed against the wind chimes outside the courtyard.
The initial chime of the wind bell was Canaan’s signal to him.
At this time, Canaan did not look as ragged as she had the day before. She used water mimicry to conjure a captivating, ever-changing water skirt for herself. This served dual purposes — it was aesthetically pleasing, and it also demonstrated his affinity for water magic to the guests.
Canaan spoke rapidly, and Angel’s understanding of the Demonic Language was only rudimentary. However, he comprehended the final sentence perfectly.
“The owner has arrived,” Canaan announced, “Your Voyage of Experience is about to commence.”
Chapter 1049 Canaan's Voyage Experience <TOC> Chapter 1051 The Young Fire Demon