Chapter 86: Gifts: The War Emblem and the Golden Box Late at night.

Chapter 86: Gifts: The War Emblem and the Golden Box Late at night.

The Tasok River trickled through the darkness, and on its banks, Sharon came once again.

She gazed at the calm, waveless river, her expression serene, lost in thought.

After waiting for a few minutes, a pea vine descended from the sky, and Sharon reached out to grab it, bringing herself above the clouds.

It was the same person,Bernadette , whose attire tonight was much more conservative than usual, less personalized, elegant yet containing dignity, resembling a princess who had long held a high position.

With just a glance, Sharon could tell thatBernadette was in a bad mood tonight.

If she were in a good mood, she wouldn't dress like this.

"Little Sharon, your dress is quite nice, but don't you prefer black clothes?"

Bernadette looked at Sharon with a smile, still wearing that small black hat, her Gothic court dress livelier than before.

Sharon didn't answer the question but said lightly, "Is the Hedonistic Faction's action targeting you?"

"Yes, that divine scourge has also descended."

Bernadette's smile faded, and being targeted by a rank 1 divine scourge made her situation much more difficult.

Fortunately, this was Beckland, where the divine scourge feared triggering a divine descent and dared not enter rashly, otherwise, she estimated she would pay a great price to escape from its grasp.

Sharon's expression flickered, "What exactly did you do?"

"I merely revealed their plans to hold a divine descent ceremony in West Byron to the Storm Church, leading to the failure of their ceremony."

Bernadette paused slightly, then said solemnly, "But that alone is not enough to attract the attention of that divine scourge, which still lingers outside Beckland, unwilling to leave."

"It only obeys the oracle."

"Do you understand this deity?"

"Not clear, my teacher is more familiar, but she didn't tell me, she doesn't want me to be tainted."

"A wise choice."

Bernadette didn't continue the topic, not even mentioning the Temperance card.

She knew Sharon and her group needed that Temperance card, but it was a trap set by the Mother Tree of Desire, and even she dared not approach, let alone Sharon and the others.

"Don't worry about my situation, I'll just treat it as a vacation in Beckland, the food here is quite good, much better than at sea."

Sharon looked at her and said calmly, "I never worry about your situation, what worries me is that the Hedonistic Faction will remain in Beckland."

Bernadette laughed, "Then I can't help it."

"The trouble is caused by you."

"Little Sharon, you're being too heartless."

"You need to compensate for my loss."

"So you came to me for a reason, speak."

Sharon fell silent for a moment before slowly saying, "I need a Crying Baby Flower."

Bernadette stepped closer, her lips curving slightly, "I remember this extraordinary material is used to concoct the potion for the Black Emperor pathway sequence 7 Briber."

"Yes."

"Why do you need this?"

"I owe someone a favor, and I need to repay it."

Bernadette just looked at Sharon and didn't probe further, gesturing with her hand, a wooden brocade box appeared out of thin air.

"Take it, this box contains what you need."

"Thank you."

Sharon didn't hesitate, taking the brocade box and then turning to leave.

"Little Sharon, you came to see me late at night for someone else, that really saddens me."

Sharon stopped, asking, "Is there anything else?"

"No."

"…"

Sharon paused for a moment, then left without looking back.

Bernadette watched Sharon leave, looking up at the stars, whispering, "Stars, are you truly watching everything?"

She was now certain that the series of pursuits she faced from the Rose School was definitely related to the Lamp God.

The source of the Lamp God's change came from the stars above, that mysterious meeting.

The meeting of the Outer Gods from days past was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

She dared not delve deeper, only feeling more fear towards the stars.

Fear the starry sky, be cautious of the moon, and also beware of the stars.

Bernadette sighed, no longer pondering these troublesome matters, instead considering which restaurant to enjoy tomorrow.

…

Headache.

Dizzy and bloated, even his thoughts seemed to float.

Hastur woke up, clutching his head, lying in bed for half an hour before gradually regaining clarity.

Last night, Greleck and Hibbert seemed to have made a pact, making him drink a lot, but fortunately, he had Grelent to block for a while.

With his barbarian physique, he managed to stay sober throughout the drinking battle last night, without any drunken mishaps.

Grelent couldn't handle it, in the end, he was helped upstairs by two servants.

Greck and Hibbert were still in good spirits, about seven or eight parts drunk, each taking a carriage home to rest.

According to them, they still had to get up early today to handle affairs.

"Alas, I still need to work on my alcohol tolerance."

Hastur sighed, in the circles of nobility, socializing was normal, and drinking was common.

To avoid embarrassing himself by getting drunk in the future, he felt it necessary to improve his alcohol tolerance.

After resting a bit more, Hastur got up and went to the washroom to freshen up.

The considerate butler Neil had already prepared a sobering sweet soup and food suitable for post-drinking.

Hastur enjoyed the food for a while, then asked, "Where's Grelent?"

"Still resting in the upstairs guest room."

"I thought he had already gone back, it seems his alcohol tolerance isn't good either."

Hastur chuckled, then thought of a good way to prevent drunkenness.

Grelent was now a pharmacist, and it shouldn't be difficult for him to develop a medicine to prevent drunkenness.

It was a good opportunity to persuade him to focus on research while he was drunk this time.

Seeing Hastur finish eating and almost fully recovered, butler Neil came to report on the gifts received last night.

Yesterday was his moving day, and those who attended the dinner party would generally bring a gift.

Each gift needed to be recorded, so that a similarly valued gift could be given when someone else moved.

Hastur listened with his eyes closed.

Among the gifts received last night, Greleck's was the most valuable, probably knowing his family's shallow foundation, he specially sent ten antiques to temporarily serve as a facade.

According to butler Neil's estimate, the total value was at least above 5000 pounds.

This was a heavy gift.

The gifts from others were quite normal, all within the normal range.

Hibbert and Audrey did the same, bringing gifts valued at around 100 pounds, which was the normal range for social exchanges.

Professor Wayne, however, gave him some nice things, three rare books not even collected by Beckland University's library, considered unique.

What surprised Hastur was that, in addition to those who attended the party last night, he received three additional gifts.

One was from Mrs. Germani, if not for suddenly hearing butler Neil mention it, he would have almost forgotten this person, despite the deep impression she left on him.

The other two gifts were unsigned, and even butler Neil couldn't clarify who sent them, as if they appeared out of thin air among the gifts.

Normally, there would be someone specifically recording these gifts.

But butler Neil asked the person responsible for this last night, and he insisted he did not receive any unsigned gifts.

Hastur asked butler Neil to bring those two gifts to the upstairs study, wanting to open them himself and see for himself.

He guessed that one of the gifts might be from Mr. A, As for the other gift, he had no idea who sent it.

Upon reaching the study upstairs and waiting a moment, someone brought the two gifts.

The gifts, one large and one small.

The smaller gift was wrapped in a small, light grey box, somewhat similar to a ring box.

Hastur first scanned it with his spiritual vision, frowning slightly.

After thinking for a moment, he declared solemnly, "This place forbids the revival of extraordinary items!"

After setting the rule, he opened the box to look.

Inside the small box lay an emblem crafted from both gold and silver, with engravings of sword blades and arrows on the front.

His spiritual vision had already informed him that this was an extraordinary item.

Currently, the emblem's surface was covered with a layer of spiritual seal, also bound with silver threads into a cross-star shape, and as long as the silver thread seal was not destroyed, it was just an ordinary emblem.

Hastur flipped the emblem over, the back was entirely black iron, but in some places, there were faint bloodstains.

Holding it in his palm, he weighed it lightly, feeling substantial, as if it were a whole piece of pure iron.

"The scent of war…"

Hastur flipped the emblem back to the front, touching the engravings of the sword blade and arrows, seemingly containing a war.

"Mr. A, even if he gives a gift, wouldn't send such a gift."

"Who sent this gift?"

"He must be well-intentioned."

Although Hastur couldn't pinpoint the specific information of this extraordinary item, he could feel it was more extraordinary than the Rule Bell he obtained earlier.

After pondering for a while, Hastur put the emblem back in the box and then took the other gift.

This gift was a long iron box, about thirty centimeters long, with the width and height were about five centimeters each.

Hastur removed the outer wrapping, and a faint glimmer of gold shone through. Once fully unwrapped, the long iron box revealed a golden box inside! The golden box was seamless, forged as if from a single piece of gold, shimmering with strands of golden light.

Upon closer inspection, it resembled a rectangular golden coffin! Damn it!

Hastur quickly withdrew his hand, stood up, and looked around warily, his mood heavy.

Could this cursed object be the golden box sought after by those Fate Pathway extraordinaries? 

(End of Chapter)