65. Chapter 65 – Persona Crisis

Chapter 65 – Persona Crisis
Catching Sheep: “What’s the situation, are you in trouble over there?”

Sa total: “Buddy is not bad to do more than the wrath of God ah …… things are holding how even a line?”

Wei Temple Iris: “If there is, it should have appeared just now, I am like this with the sheep.”

Mr. Xia: “Indeed, is it possible that the problem of props?”

Mr. Sa: “No way, this prop can’t be wrong, I’m very clear ……”

…

While a few people were discussing, Linumu also murmured in disappointment:

“How could this be ……”

“Did you tell me what happened first?” Heine asked, “Like what Saberia Whisper is or something, you know, I’m just a hick living in the mountains of Makara, there’s no way I could know that.”

“I’m sorry, I was too hasty, I really should have talked to Your Excellency first ……”

Linumu apologized.

“But before that, I want to confirm one thing.

“The day Your Excellency’s carriage was destroyed by the night elves, were those three elves who died in the Mourning Wood Ceremony related to it?”

He looked to Sa General.

Heine: “Yes, my undead did that of their own accord, and I did not stand in the way.”

Linumu is slightly relieved, and then briefly recounts Saberia’s life.

This was a hero who was active during the pioneering years – more than two thousand years ago.

But considering the long lifespan of elves, which was often fifteen or sixteen times that of humans, it didn’t seem that far away.

Sabellia is to the wood elves what the cowboys of the West were to the Americans.

Combining power, mystery and romance, it is a representation of freedom and chivalry.

He invented the Wood Mourning Ceremony and used it in dueling – the American style of dueling.

That’s why Linumu had first connected him with Sa General.

Sabelia was last seen at Eagle’s Nest, south of the Makkala mountains.

…

General Sa: “…… The elderly Sabelia rode on the back of a mad, wind-harnessed beast, which flew up the mountain, and his hat, scarf, and pouch of arrows were all lost on the mountain, and he ended up on the top of the mountain with the beast.

“The content of the quest is basically a replica of this process, there’s not much to say, the initial quest prop is the Tweed Whisper, I won’t be mistaken.”

Catching sheep: “But this is two different things, the quest props in the game are what you find on your own, they are clues, and now they are being sent to the door.

“You currently have to solve the problem of not being able to absorb energy yourself – are you sure this prop has energy enrichment on it?”

Sa General: “Absolutely no problem, a single feather is at least a level five trinket, adding wind affinity, movement speed, reducing wind shooting skills to reduce attrition, increasing damage, and a slight slow fall effect.

“Although the increase numbers are all in single digits, they will slowly go up as the set is gradually assembled.

“If you’re going to say that such a strong magic prop doesn’t have a little bit of energy on it, then I’ll never believe it.”

Mr. Xia: “Is it possible that it’s ‘bound’? The ones we’ve absorbed so far have all been unowned energy, in other words ‘unbound energy’, and this thing is obviously bound, that’s why you can’t absorb it.”

The crowd was caught up in thought.

What Catch the Goat was to the Holy Light Storage Well, Guardian Iris was to the Floating City.

Although they were both actively enriched, they were more like “bindings”.

That is to say, once the bonds are released, the energy will spill out.

This feather is completely different.

SA: “What about that time in Jianglu? You relied on her to unlock the Shadow energy, so she’s not wild after all, is she?”

Mr. Xia: “With her level three Shadow Combo force field, it’s reasonable that it can be sucked up by me when it comes to a gust of wind that blows it away, right? The equipment’s pickup bindings are all starting at level five.”

Mr. Sa had nothing to say.

It seemed like this was the answer.

But he was so reluctant ……

could only watch as the feather returned to Linumu’s hands.

…

At this point Linumu’s story was also finished.

He looked at Heine expectantly.

Confirming Sa General’s identity was all secondary, his real purpose was to confirm the other party.

When he traveled day and night to inform the Council of Elders in the Mourning Wood Valley of everything about Heine, the response he received was this relic in his hand.

He interpreted it as a test.

But the temptation itself had been the answer – there was a possibility that Heine was a Guardian.

Thousands of years ago, the Guardians summoned ancient spirits to defend the forest.

And now, as the elves face a growing disaster, a suspected Guardian has reappeared.

And it has appeared in the mountains of Makara, the last clearing.

…

Heine asked him rhetorically, “What does Your Excellency expect to see?”

Linumu froze at the question.

Yeah, what did he expect to see?
Saberia regaining her memories straight away, trembling with the feather and even speaking?
Or maybe something more direct, the wind element on the feather fully liberated, outlining the jungle wind as it used to be, smiling at himself?

He didn’t know.

Nor did he have a standard answer. Heine pressed, “What does Your Excellency intend to do if it is confirmed that he is the departed spirit of Sabellia?”

Linumu shook his head.

“At that point, it will be you who will tell me the answer.”

Huh?
Heine was confused.

How had things unfolded like this?
“What do you mean?” He asked.

However the elf just shook his head, unwilling to say more.

Helene reluctantly asked again, “And what if you can’t confirm it?”

“Then let’s just pretend this never happened. Just ……”

Linumu looked back at the Shadow Temple gang.

“I don’t think my judgment is wrong. They think so too, don’t they?”

Heine had wanted to retort.

But he saw that Meno was giving Guardian Kite a look of disbelief that made the northeastern man prickly and scratchy.

All right.

Since the group had guessed a piece, he wouldn’t stop them.

He was just a hick from the McCalla Mountains anyway.

He didn’t know anything, nor should he.

They didn’t want to say much, so he didn’t ask.

Love it or hate it, he has access to it anyway.

So he made his obligatory move.

“Sorry.”

Heine looked sincere:
“Although my undead have shown amazing qualities in certain aspects, I know nothing about it.

“They do, however, slowly regain their memories, which may be a long process.”

Linumu nodded in shame instead, “I understand, I was too eager to do so. No great tree grows overnight.”

Seeing that he was about to put the murmuring whisper away, Heine hastily called a halt.

“Wait.”

Linumu: “What’s wrong?”

Heine: “The thing is, memory recovery is a long process, and it works better if you have something old to stimulate it.

“Since you think he’s Saberia and this feather is an old object of his, why not let it accompany its owner?
“After all, he’s clearly shown a desire for the item, just not a further reaction, right?”

Linumu tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He saw through the other’s greed at a glance.

But he had to admit that Heine was right.

Besides, this was what the Council of Elders had given themselves ……

“Alright. This item will be given to Your Excellency first, and hopefully it will evoke more memories of that lord.”

“That would be best.”

Heine smiled.

Meanwhile, the four goods had blown up.

Wei Temple Iris: “What, what’s the point? A bit of nonsense and the stuff is in your hands?”

Catch the Goat: “Brother Wei, just get used to it, this is the wisdom of the aborigines.”

Mr. Xia: “Mr. Sa, your usual dad didn’t call in vain, this wave earned it all back.”

Mr. Sa: “What don’t (four voices) say, Sa drifting half a life, only hate not meet the bright master ……”

Catching sheep: “Stop, stop, this is not auspicious ……”

…

“By the way, are you guys having headaches about how to enter the Whispering Forest?” Linumu suddenly said.

“Yes, we can’t just break into the Cui Ye Court’s headquarters, right?”

“One of your skeletons has a wind catching bag from the forest, so it must have fought with half-elf mercenaries?”

Heine was startled.

It really made him right.

That wind catching pouch on Mr. Xia’s waist came from the very night the Roaring Mercenaries attacked the manor.

It was also the only trophy that the three brothers had eyes for.

They had also captured a half-elf archer named Todd, who was being kept by Dylan to draw blood for his debt.

“They almost destroyed my ancestral home! There will be blood for blood!”

That’s what he said.

Linumu continued, “The piece of the bazaar where the mercenaries trade with the elves is near the energy storage wells, and Your Excellency can use that as a perfect excuse to go to Mr. Silverwing – even better if there are captives. He’s a reasonable man, as long as you don’t mention the Whispering Crypt.”

Heine: “How am I going to save Jianglu without mentioning the Whispering Crypt?”

Linumu doesn’t answer, just stares at Sa General.

Heine understood.

It’s up to Sa …… Sabelia-sama!
(End of chapter)