Chapter 441 - 16. Trade_2
He smirked dismissively and ignored, instead looking at Alagina mysteriously and saying,
"You may not be aware of what a race the Phoenix Species is. There’s a reason they are worshipped by the creatures of the Northern Realm as gods. They can see through the fate of the future, manipulate the present and future fate, and anyone who covets the Wutong Tree will be severely punished, even those servants loyally devoted to the Phoenix’s Son are no exceptions."
"Our boss has a special purpose for seeking the legendary Wutong Tree, but you have nothing to do with this, so he didn’t want you to get involved in the dispute..."
After Balzac finished speaking, Valentina, sitting in the wheelchair, nodded, her fair fingers intertwined under the small brim of her hat, and her light silver pupils were strikingly beautiful.
The pupils of the Northern Realm people are mostly blue or brown, and even people from other places rarely have this color of pupils. It was unknown if it was a symbol unique to the Turand Family, just like the golden hair and eyes passed down in the Gedelin family lineage.
"I have no ill intentions toward you, so I prepared the relic to control the scroll curse in advance. If you agree to return the scroll to me, I am willing to offer you a compensation, the price is negotiable... Of course, if you have other conditions, you can mention them, and I will try to fulfill them."
Despite being in a wheelchair, Valentina exuded a luxurious aura that couldn’t be concealed, as if these matters were mere trivialities to her.
Upon close calculation, it appeared that aside from the steam man, Helldor, behind her, everyone around Valentina was hired, including the journey from the Northern Realm here, the golden box prepared for storing the scroll relic, and the checks previously attempted to bribe Fisher, all of which certainly weren’t a small sum of money.
When Pahetz heard Balzac’s skeptical words, she subconsciously recalled those bizarre corpses that continued to grow feathers even after death. She shivered slightly and rubbed her arms, the faith in the Frost Phoenix making her believe that what the Schwali man said was not a lie.
Just as with the worship of the Mother Goddess in the Western Continent, even if you are not a pure devotee, you sometimes feel taboo when breaking the Mother Goddess’ commandments—it was unclear whether it was for peace of mind or if there was really something to it.