Chapter 1748 Ripple in the Void <TOC> Chapter 1750 Toby is Toby
Translator: SumTLMan
Under the night sky of the Old World, the Resting Ground remained as tranquil as ever.
Amidst the tumultuously scattered graves, a quaint shop emanated a bright, captivating light, with melodies echoing softly within.
Beneath the draping fabric of the shop’s entrance, one could faintly discern a pair of elongated, porcelain-white legs, leaning casually against a chair. The feet, with their well-defined bone structure, showcased nails that radiated a soft, delicate glow.
As the nocturnal melody approached its conclusion, an abrupt disturbance resonated from the outside.
Amongst the disorderly gravestones, the stone lid of a coffin was slowly pushed aside. Amidst the cacophonous sounds, a knight in armor, reminiscent of those interred within the tombs, awakened from his coffin.
Despite having slept within a coffin, the knight’s armor remained spotless. Signs of wear and tear from past battles marked the armor, yet it still shone brilliantly, reflecting the ethereal moonlight from countless eons ago.
The tomb knight approached the only illuminated shop and knelt half-way, uttering respectfully, “Mistress of the Shop.”
“Enter,” a female voice responded after a brief pause. The voice was supremely elegant and languid, exuding an androgynous allure and seduction. A trace of mystery lingered in her tone, inadvertently piquing one’s curiosity.
The tomb knight lifted the curtain, revealing the face of the enchanting leg’s owner. She had cascading wavy hair, elongated, almond-shaped eyes, slightly full lips, and a crimson mole near the corner of her mouth. While not conventionally stunning, her appearance perfectly complemented her mysterious and seductive demeanor.
“Mistress,” began the tomb knight, “I sensed fluctuations on the surface from afar, which without hesitation, seem to be heading towards the Resting Ground. I believe we might have a visitor.” As he entered the compact shop and knelt, right before him lay those petite, well-rounded feet. Even though the tomb knight had been deceased for many years, the sight before him still left him somewhat dazed and entranced.
The tomb knight waited for quite some time without receiving a response, casting a puzzled glance upwards.
However, he noticed the shopkeeper absentmindedly fiddling with a ring on her pinky. The design of the ring depicted a snake biting its own tail. He recognized it as——the Ouroboros, a treasured possession the shopkeeper held dear. Once, a customer had expressed an interest in it, hoping to strike a trade, but the shopkeeper had flatly refused. Over the years, as long as a customer was willing to pay the appropriate price, she rarely declined any transaction. Yet, that one time, she had uncharacteristically turned down the offer. This was a testament to the depth of her attachment to the ring.
The tomb knight remembered that this ring was apparently traded to the shopkeeper by a human.
The tomb knight observed that the reason behind the shopkeeper’s silence was her preoccupation with the ring and her gaze fixated in a particular direction, as if she was absorbed in something intriguing.
Concerned that the shopkeeper might be engrossed in some profound thought, the tomb knight initially wanted to continue inquiring but now hesitated, not daring to even breathe loudly.
This serene atmosphere persisted until… a shift in the music.
The gentle nocturne suddenly changed, and powerful, resonant sounds filled the air, as if a thunderbolt pierced the calm of a clear day, turning the tranquil night into a tempest.
The source of this rousing symphony was an elegantly designed crystal harp on the table. Just like the Ouroboros ring, this too had been traded to the shopkeeper by the same human.
Amidst this stirring symphony, Balalaika finally snapped back to reality. She reached out, touching the crystal harp, and the music immediately ceased.
Switching off the music box, Balalaika casually picked up a pipe from a small rack, took a deep puff, and amidst a cloud of smoke, exuding an aura of allure, she inquired, “What were you saying earlier?”
The tomb knight promptly repeated his earlier words.
“‘Do we have a guest arriving?'” Balalaika narrowed her eyes, glancing in a particular direction. Upon seeing who it was, her expression darkened slightly, “I see.”
“Mistress, should I go and greet them?” The tomb knight inquired.
“No need, it’s someone familiar.” Balalaika responded, standing up and moving to the other side of the counter. She vacated a seat intended for the incoming guest and retrieved two wine glasses and a bottle filled with a deep crimson liquid from beneath the counter.
Balalaika poured the drink leisurely, humming a tune to herself.
The tomb knight had been with Balalaika for quite some time and could easily discern that her spirits were uplifted. He knew that even if he inquired about certain matters, as long as they weren’t sensitive topics, she wouldn’t mind.
“Mistress, what did you see just now?” The tomb knight couldn’t resist asking.
Pouring the wine gracefully, Balalaika’s gaze flickered to the tomb knight, answering with a soft smile, “I simply sensed a familiar fluctuation, which made me rather nostalgic.”
“Familiar fluctuation?” The tomb knight was puzzled by Balalaika’s words.
“Was it a guest from the past?”
Balalaika shook her head, “No, it once held the realm of a Lord-level being. However, it seems that it has since become the magical pet of a certain guest.”
“A Lord-level being?” Such an entity could rival some Demon Gods. Could it truly have become someone’s magical pet?
“Who could it be?” The tomb knight mused, somewhat perplexed.
While the tomb knight was hesitating about whether to inquire, a clear male voice rang out from the outside, “If you refer to Toby as Angel’s magical pet, I believe Angel would be quite infuriated. In his eyes, he and Toby are the best of companions.”
The tomb knight turned in surprise and saw a young man walking in.
Before this, the tomb knight had no sense of anyone behind him! Only when he turned did he hear the young man’s footsteps, matching the same frequency as he had previously heard from within the coffin. That is to say, this young man was the visitor.
However, he had heard the man’s voice just a moment ago, but upon entering the Resting Ground, he had failed to notice him. This logically didn’t add up, unless this individual’s strength had reached an incredibly formidable level. His prior audible presence was just a way to notify him of his arrival.
As the young man passed the tomb knight, he gave a slight nod before sitting opposite Balalaika.
“Resurrection Witch, long time no see.”
Balalaika responded with a subtle smile, handing over a poured drink, then she studied his face, “Having changed bodies, why still keep this face? Aren’t you worried the Flameless Lord will trouble you?”
After a pause, Balalaika sipped her drink, whispering the visitor’s name, “Olucia.”
Olucia, the once descendant of the Flameless Lord.
Olucia replied, “I’ve grown accustomed to this face in the mirror. Changing it felt rather odd, so I reverted. Besides, I’m not worried about being found by the Flameless Lord. After all, she’s rather… preoccupied with her own matters now.”
After much contemplation, Balalaika felt that what Olucia said was also valid. The True Spirit of the Flameless Lord has fallen, the True Body has escaped, and even the True Name is spoken of without fear of retaliation. Under such circumstances, it’s indeed unlikely that anyone would come to trouble Olucia, especially since Olucia has now even abandoned the flesh and blood of his former Demon God’s descendant body.
“Although you’ve abandoned your previous body, it seems your strength hasn’t been affected.”
“I always thought I was born reliant on my bloodline. But now, I think perhaps that bloodline might have been a shackle to my future. At least now I live freely, and for that, I should thank Angel.” Olucia said with a smile.
Hearing the familiar name, Balalaika’s mood remained cheerful for a change, and she took the initiative to inquire about Olucia’s intentions.
“You didn’t come here just to catch up with me, did you?”
Olucia nodded, his expression becoming serious, and said earnestly, “I have some matters I’d like to inquire about.”
“What matters?”
“About… the affairs of Asgard.”
Chapter 1748 Ripple in the Void <TOC> Chapter 1750 Toby is Toby