Chapter 2227 Arrival at Wind Island <TOC> Chapter 2229 Forbidden Peak
Translator: SumTLMan
It was a tenderly pink little flying pig.
About one meter and thirty to forty centimeters in length, it gave off a sense of being plump and lustrous. Its tender pink skin was exceptionally smooth, not only rounded and glossy but also very elastic, making one unable to resist the urge to squeeze it.
On its back, there were a pair of extremely small pure white wings, the total length of which was estimated to be no more than thirty centimeters. Although the wings were completely disproportionate to its body, they could flap and carry it flying through the air.
It could be said, this was the cutest and most girlish wind sprite Angel had ever seen.
However, this tenderly pink little flying pig, which looked innocent and adorable, was now full of grievance, hovering at the entrance of the hall.
Upon seeing Angel and the others arrive, the little flying pig hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly flew over.
“Mr. Pat, this is the wind sprite I mentioned before, the one I’ve adopted,” Camus spoke, introducing the little flying pig’s identity. However, when mentioning the word “adopted,” there was a slight change in his pupils, but it quickly returned to normal.
“I remember, it’s called Cupid?” Angel said this while deeply looking at Cupid. He had seen this Cupid from a distance outside the Wind Island before, but at that time, Angel had not paid attention to its appearance, focusing all his attention on Cupid’s terrifying speed of escape, secretly marveling at how, even as a wind elemental creature and still in its sprite phase, its speed was extremely frightening.
Now seeing that Cupid’s appearance was actually a little flying pig, he was quite taken aback. He really couldn’t understand how such a small pair of wings could carry it flying so fast.
“Yes.” Camus nodded, then glanced sideways at Cupid and suddenly raised his voice, “Aren’t you coming over quickly? Have you forgotten what I told you before?”
After hesitating for a while, Cupid, with a look of grievance, flew in front of Angel. Under Camus’ watchful eye, it slowly landed on the ground from mid-air.
Seeing Cupid land and not move, Camus couldn’t help but remind, “And then?”
Only then did Cupid lower its head and in a voice as fine as a mosquito’s, said, “Respected Mr. Pat… I should not have encouraged my friends to grab your clothes earlier. I have deeply realized the mistake I made, and I hope you can forgive my ignorance.”
After finishing this emotionless, obviously memorized speech in one breath, Cupid finally let out a big sigh of relief and sneakily glanced at Camus, unsure if Camus was satisfied with its words.
However, Camus’ response was, “Why are you looking at me? Are you apologizing to me?”
Cupid immediately withdrew its gaze, looking expectantly at Angel.
Angel was silent for a moment, not responding to Cupid, but said to Camus, “I’ve said before, there’s no need to apologize for such a trivial matter.”
Cupid’s small eyes, like two black beans, instantly brightened, also following Angel’s gaze towards Camus.
Camus noticed Cupid’s gaze but didn’t address it, instead sighing deeply, “To me, this is not a small matter. I rarely accompany Cupid, leading to its increasingly unruly behavior. This offense against you also stems from this, and I hope to take this opportunity to teach it a lesson.”
Camus’ words were not spoken directly but were wrapped in an invisible layer of wind and blown into Angel’s ears. Cupid on the other side couldn’t hear this conversation.
After listening, Angel roughly understood Camus’ intention, which was to discipline the often unruly child.
It seemed reasonable at first glance, but upon closer inspection, there were inconsistencies.
Knowing that Cupid’s behavior was unruly, there were countless opportunities to discipline it. Why specifically take this opportunity?
Moreover, it seemed like making Cupid apologize to him… but in the end, it was actually making him play the bad guy, taking the opportunity to punish Cupid.
This arbitrarily casting a guest from afar, whose relationship remains unclear, as the villain, seems somewhat against reason.
Camus, as a sage, why would he make such an “unwise” move?
Or is it that he truly believes he has a way to instantly discipline a perpetually troublesome brat?
Angel’s mind flashed through several thoughts momentarily, but he chose to withhold them for the time being.
Returning to the present, facing Camus’ request, his response now, be it affirmative or negative, seems irrelevant, as either answer appears to loop within an odd cycle.
Rather than bewilderingly navigating an unclear circle, it’s more straightforward to inquire directly about Camus’ intentions.
“I understand what Mr. Camus means…” Angel pondered for a moment, then communicated mentally: “However, what kind of punishment do you wish for Cupid to receive?”
Camus: “Why not follow what you previously suggested?”
What was previously suggested? Angel momentarily did not recall, what had he mentioned before?
Camus: “The Merck Soul Source Oath.”
Angel then realized, remembering indeed he had mentioned it before, luckily for Cupid that it encountered him, if it were someone else, a complete Merck Soul Source Oath would be mandatory, otherwise, it wouldn’t be considered complete.
“Mr. Camus wishes for me to use the Merck Soul Source Oath to intimidate it slightly?”
Camus: “No need for intimidation, just have it sign the oath directly.”
Angel: “…”
Camus’ voice still sounded gentle and calm in his ears, but the content expressed left Angel in shock.
This wasn’t about punishing Cupid; it was about not wanting the troublesome child at all!
Angel: “You’re joking, right?”
Camus with a serious face: “This is no joke, I’ve pondered long and believe Cupid indeed made a mistake and should be punished as you suggested.”
Angel was utterly puzzled, feeling as if he had entered the Wind Island in the wrong manner. Even if you truly no longer wanted the child, couldn’t you just abandon it somewhere, why push it onto him?
Moreover, just a moment ago, Gentle Wind Uranos spoke of how signing a complete Merck Soul Source Oath could depress or even lead to the self-destruction of a free-spirited wind elemental creature, and the next second, Camus proposes this, leaving Angel feeling utterly baffled.
Facing Angel’s prolonged silence, Camus seemed to perceive his hesitation. He didn’t urge but instead approached Cupid, who still appeared clueless and innocent: “Your mischief this time was very severe, potentially damaging our entire Wind Island’s reputation, and must face severe punishment. As for the punishment, we will discuss it with Mr. Pat later, and then decide.”
After a pause, Camus waved to Cupid: “Alright, you go back first, I will come to see you later.”
Cupid, puzzled, wasn’t the visit for an apology? Why has it now turned into receiving punishment, and why was it sent away first? What exactly is going on?
Cupid didn’t understand, but Camus’ words still held significant deterrent power for it, so it nodded obediently and returned home.
After Cupid flapped its slender wings and left, Camus then said to Angel: “It seems the gentleman is somewhat puzzled.”
“Indeed, I am somewhat perplexed.” Angel: “Why are you doing this?”
Camus sighed deeply: “The reasons behind this are complex, but I sincerely hope to use this opportunity to encourage it to leave Wind Island. Preferably, to see the wider world.”
“Such as, the human world?” Angel raised an eyebrow.
Camus nodded, “Mr. Pat and those wind elemental creatures of Stormridge have sworn an oath for only twenty years, without intending to take them away from the Tidal Realm, right?”
Angel did not respond but instead asked, “So, you think that after I and Cupid swear a complete oath, I will take it to the human world?”
Camus replied, “Yes.”
Looking at Camus’ blurred figure, Angel actually still couldn’t understand it. Why did it want to take Cupid out of the Tidal Realm? Was it because it felt Cupid needed a broader stage, or was there another reason?
However, Angel did not ask. Since Camus had just passed it off with a “the reason behind it is complicated,” it seemed unwilling to delve deeper.
“A complete Merck Soul Source Oath would become shackles binding the freedom of wind elemental creatures. Are you willing?” Angel asked.
Regarding this question, Camus did not hide anything: “What the gentleman refers to are mature wind elemental creatures that have established a complete and independent view of freedom, hence they are restrained by the oath. Cupid still has some time before reaching adulthood and has a lot of room for reshaping.”
This sounded beautiful, but in essence, it was brainwashing.
Angel did not expect Camus to be so ruthless towards Cupid, whom it had adopted.
The air suddenly fell silent for a moment, and Camus smiled gently, “Actually, there’s also a gamble on my part. I believe the gentleman is a decent human.”
“And, I don’t have other choices. After all, apart from the savior, the gentleman is the first human to come to the Tidal Realm in so many years.”
“You don’t have to decide right away. Just tell me before leaving Wind Island. To be or not to be, it’s all part of destiny.”
Angel glanced at Camus, “Attributing it to destiny… This doesn’t sound like something an elemental creature would say, more like a prophecy wizard.”
Camus smiled and did not bring up Cupid again, instead smoothly following Angel’s words, “Speaking of which, the term ‘destiny’ was actually told to us by Mr. Feng.”
Angel had an epiphany; he thought as much, how could a group of elemental creatures discuss destiny? If it were Feng, then it was very likely.
From entering the plot set by Feng from the Abyss, Angel felt that Feng must have a deep understanding of ‘fate and destiny’ as spoken by the prophecy lineage. Otherwise, why leave so many backups and set up so many mystical plots?
Perhaps Feng’s latent talent was prophecy.
Therefore, when Camus mentioned ‘destiny’ as brought up by Feng, Angel immediately believed it.
“Do you know if Feng has mentioned anything about fate, destiny, and the future?” Angel asked curiously. In his view, his appearance in the Tidal Realm might also be part of Feng’s setup, so he was extremely sensitive to such information.
“I’m not sure about that,” Camus said with a tone of helplessness, “I only know that this term comes from Mr. Feng. For specifics, perhaps only Highness knows.”
The moment Camus’ voice fell, a gentle breeze suddenly started blowing around them.
As the breeze caressed their faces, a voice as gentle as the wind itself sounded in their ears, “Mr. Feng indeed often mentioned destiny and fate. He has lamented more than once that his coming to the Tidal Realm was actually following the pointer of destiny.”
Angel and Camus turned around, and on the platform in front of the great hall, amidst the soft white clouds, numerous strands of breeze converged, eventually forming into a figure holding a harp.
The arrival was none other than Gentle Wind Uranos.
He plucked a string on his instrument, and with a series of melodious notes, approached Angel, performing a slight bow: “Thank you, Mr. Pat, for your understanding earlier. Once the emotions of our people stabilize from their excitement, I will reveal the truth to them. The real hero is not me, but Mr. Pat.”
Angel: “I am no hero. My confrontation with Harlequin and his company was merely a response to their malevolence towards me. Kindness met with kindness, malice met with malice.”
Gentle Wind Uranos could not help but perceive that Angel was also subtly reminding it, laughing as it said: “What Mr. Pat considers is exactly what I believe. I trust Mr. Pat can discern between superficial benevolence and genuine kindness.”
Upon confirming that Gentle Wind Uranos was a ‘saintly figure’, Angel would no longer overly doubt its sincerity or insincerity. Even if it were pretense, deceiving so many wise beings implies its commitment to acts of goodness.
Thus, Angel tended to trust Gentle Wind Uranos more.
“As to whether or not to inform the wind monarchs, I am indifferent. However, if you do wish to speak of it, be direct and spare me the heroics,” Angel paused, his expression turning serious: “Let’s return to the previous topic. Did Mr. Feng indeed speak of destiny as you just mentioned?”
Gentle Wind Uranos nodded: “Yes, Mr. Feng often mentioned it. If Mr. Pat doubts, you may inquire with Nemeti and Iseth. They have spent more time with Mr. Feng than I have.”
As the conversation concluded, Camus whispered a reminder: “Highness, it’s Frost Iseth.”
Gentle Wind Uranos, unconcerned, replied: “Such trivial details are inconsequential.”
Angel: “I naturally believe Highness.”
Yet… if Feng really mentioned something akin to ‘following the pointer of destiny’, it implies that Feng’s arrival in the Tidal Realm was not merely a matter of will.
Therefore, Feng might have set up a scheme in the Tidal Realm similar to the Abyss.
Previously, in the Abyss, Angel had naively fallen into a trap. Was he to enter another of Feng’s schemes now?
Shaking his head in resignation, Angel sighed, momentarily casting aside his worries, for pondering them now was futile.
Upon seeing the message left by Feng at the small door into the Tidal Realm, he had a premonition of entering a scheme. Yet, the essence of the Tidal Realm was too enticing, and needing an elemental partner, he had no choice but to step in.
Having decided to enter the scheme then, overthinking now served no purpose.
The priority was to understand what scheme Feng had laid out in the Tidal Realm.
Chapter 2227 Arrival at Wind Island <TOC> Chapter 2229 Forbidden Peak