Chapter 202: What Do You Have to Save Them?
Her eyes moved slightly, and her pupils contracted.
But she quickly raised her head, the lines of her neck were tense, her voice was weak, but she refused to retreat.
"But...but besides this, what else can I do?"
Evan Orwell looked at her slightly trembling eyelashes, each clearly visible.
The night wind blew over the treetops, the leaves rustling.
As the moonlight fell, it cast fragmented shadows on her face.
He was silent for a few breaths, his brows imperceptibly relaxing a bit.
"I can get them out."
Her eyes suddenly brightened, her originally drooping shoulder lifted sharply.
In the darkness, there was suddenly light in her eyes.
But in the blink of an eye, her brows furrowed again, and her tone grew urgent.
"But Albert Wyndham is Blue Rank, and you’re only Green Rank... even if you can fly, you can’t even touch the hem of his clothes. What do you have to rescue them?"
She knew that the gap between ranks couldn’t be bridged with courage.
Blue Rank wields Rule Power and can condense force into blades from a hundred steps away.
Green Rank can only maneuver Basic Elements, and can’t even sustain a Shield for long.
There’s a whole two-level gap, not even close to being in the same league.
No matter if he can fly, to evade in mid-air, he can’t get close to engage.
The chasm of power is there, no one can bypass it.
Evan Orwell looked at her with a face full of anxiety and suddenly smiled.
Moonlight leaked through the leaves, illuminating his face.
Those typically cold eyes were astonishingly bright at that moment.
The cold inside seemed to dissipate a bit, the air no longer felt so oppressive.
He was a Priest.
Not a brute living by fists.
This method is extremely dangerous; once used, not only does lifespan greatly diminish, but the body rapidly deteriorates.
It’s a trump card he has never used.
"Don’t panic. I will keep my promises to you."
Seraphina Caldwell looked at his determined expression, and the chaotic panic that had been thrashing in her chest eased a bit.
But her brows still knitted, her voice softly asked, "This method... is very dangerous, isn’t it?"
Evan Orwell looked at her full face of worry, and the string that had been tense in his heart gently wavered, even making him a bit numb.
"I haven’t truly bonded with you, so I’m not really your Beast Husband. You don’t need to worry for me."
Pausing for a moment, his voice lowered further, carrying a hint of undisguisable bitterness.
"Wyatt Yardley is already tied to you, if we’re really rescuing someone, I’ll definitely save him first."
She stared at Evan Orwell’s expressionless face and gently shook her head.
"Whether you acknowledge it or not, as long as you haven’t severed this bond with me, you are mine. I won’t allow you to gamble with your life."
Evan Orwell opened his eyes, amber pupils flickered.
He recalled many years ago, on the snowy mountain paths, she once looked at him with the same expression, refusing to let go.
He thought she would retreat or dissuade him.
But she didn’t, and stubbornly stood there.
Just like the little girl who wouldn’t let go despite gritted teeth back then.
He was silent for a while, his throat moved, still speaking in a flat tone, but softer than before.
"If you can say this, at least I can have some confidence."
After speaking, he closed his eyes again and sat down against the tree trunk.
"It’s almost dark, sleep."
Afterward, he made no more sounds, his breathing slowly became even.
But Seraphina Caldwell knew he didn’t say whether he would go to save people.
But seeing his shoulders set so tightly, she knew he had made up his mind.
She opened her mouth, wanting to stop him, but swallowed the words.
Without greater strength, unable to challenge the Blue Rank individual.
The only reliance was him.
Anxiety surged like black water, blocking her chest and causing unrest.
As she was vexed, she suddenly remembered.
After bonding with Wyatt Yardley, the space should have changed.
Previously, even a kiss could expand it greatly.
This time, progressing further shouldn’t just have this little movement.
She forced down the agitation in her heart, closed her eyes, and focused, suddenly plunging her consciousness into the space.
The result upon viewing almost deflated her.
The space was a bit bigger than before, the mist receded a bit.
The Spiritual Spring’s water also increased, gushing out noisily, quite lively.
But besides that, there’s nothing new.
How can it be?
Seraphina Caldwell felt a heaviness in her heart, unwillingly scanning back and forth.
As she turned towards the base of the Fragrant Fruit Tree, her eye was suddenly drawn by something at the corner.
It was an old wooden box, a bit taller than half a person, the color darkened.
The surface was pitted and carved with unclear patterns.
Her heart skipped a beat, this thing was never here before!
It must have appeared after bonding!
With a snap, the box opened.
Inside... it was empty.
Nothing at all.
Seraphina Caldwell’s face of expectation instantly fell.
There was an empty wooden box that appeared out of nowhere in the space.
Where did this thing come from?
Could it be it’s not just for show, but has a special purpose she hasn’t figured out yet?
Seraphina Caldwell furrowed her brows, stared at the box flipping it over carefully.
Her fingers brushed over the box’s vague scratches.
Suddenly her hand froze, her eyes fixedly on the inside of the box lid.
There were actually two colored paintings there!
The paint unknown, colors bright yet not dimmed.
Lines particularly simple, clearly illustrating the subjects.
The left side lined up ten plump Fragrant Fruits neatly.
On the right was a small stone with edges, resembling a Yellow Rank Beast Crystal.
Trade ten Fragrant Fruits for one?
Seraphina Caldwell’s mind buzzed, heart murmuring while unable to resist a bit of accelerated heartbeat.
But the problem is, she has no Beast Crystals left.
The crystal cores from the beasts felled earlier, whether yellow or green, were all distributed to several Beast Husbands for leveling up, she kept none.
These crystal cores could have been saved.
But she thought enhancing the team’s overall strength was more important.
Though she had plenty of Fragrant Fruits.
The tree was full, just days ago she picked a heap for storage, taking out ten was easy.
The Fragrant Fruit grove was in the southeast direction of the camp, not far.
The fruit ripening period was concentrated, with the sound of them falling often heard.
Every day, she would go check the situation, choose ripe ones and bring them back for later use.
These fruits, despite their intense aroma, were unpopular in her tribe, no one was willing to pay them much attention.
Without hesitation, she turned and took out ten ripe Fragrant Fruits, stuffing them into the box one by one.
The box surface had some dust, which she brushed away with her hand before opening it.
With the lid tightly shut, suddenly a gold light flashed from the gaps, blindingly bright.
But it was only a flash and then it disappeared.
The beam of light burst from the box corner’s gap, directly shooting towards the ground.
She instinctively retreated half a step, her hand already on the short sword at her waist.
All around was quiet, no movement.
Seraphina Caldwell quickly lifted the lid, her heart skipped a beat out of rhythm.
Only to see a quietly lying Crystal Stone on the box’s bottom, glowing gently with a yellow light, feeling cool to the touch.
With her fingertips, she gently touched, confirming it wasn’t an illusion.
The Crystal Stone roughly the size of a thumb, edges well-defined.
Inside were tiny strands of light slowly flowing.
She immediately took out an old Beast Crystal carried with her for comparison.
Found that their feel, temperature, and luster were completely identical.
It really can be exchanged!
This box turns out to be a treasure that can exchange things!
All along left in the corner to collect dust, she thought it was just an ordinary storage box.