TL: Okay, this is the final chapter of the month. With this, the paypal+patreon chapters have been cleared. I’ll see you on the next weekend.
Chapter 120 – The Green Tower’s market
============== Nordas’s POV ==============
The Tree Elves chanced upon the pale human who rarely left his abode come outside, and they greeted him warmly and curiously:
“A good day to you, Nordas.”
“Today’s weather is quite good, you should take a walk!”
The women chattered next to his ears, causing him to feel a little overwhelmed. If it were in the past, he would have felt overjoyed when these many pretty Elven girls surrounded him and spoke him with a smile, but now he only felt that everything was unfamiliar to him.
The rays from the sun that pierced through the shade seemed to be especially glaring, and the young officer could not help but raise his hand to block them. Locking himself up in his house for a long duration had seemed to cause him to be unable to adjust to the outside environment.
“What is it, do you feel unwell?” A young female Tree Elf girl with concern.
“No,” he shook his head and forced a smile.
He looked at the settlement below him. The Tree Elves had allocated him an area that was in the north-eastern direction. There was a flat platform which had several rooms built and the elves resided in there too. It was in between three Ancient Trees, and the environment was quite pleasing.
Everyone was friendly with him, but Nordas always felt distant from them and felt that he did not belong there.
“What’s going on?” He stared at the settlement below for a while. “Why is it so noisy?”
“I heard there are many outsiders who had come in.”
“Humans, like you.”
“Oh, but there are also Lizardmen.” The Tree Elves chatted amongst themselves again.
“Do you want to come along with us, Nordas?” Someone suggested.
The youth was a little interested, but one of the Elven guards came down and saw the youth. Her alluring voice came after a slight pause: “Nordas, you finally came out?”
“Lady Calina,” Nordas recognized her as she was the one who showed him his room: “I heard that there are outsiders who came in?”
“Yes, quite a few. Why, do you still want to leave? But there usually isn’t anyone who would leave the Green Tower. The Druid Elders do occasionally go out to the outside world, but they won’t bring y—”
She suddenly realized something: “I understand, you want to see if those outsiders are your companions, right?”
“I heard it’s a human lord.”
“A human lord?” Nordas felt it was strange and asked: “Why would he come here? Don’t the Druids avoid contact with the humans?”
“I don’t know,” Calina shook her head: “but it seems they are the Elders’ guests. There are a few kingdoms. Kirrlutz, Galbu, oh, and your fellow countrymen from Aouine.”
“Aouine?” Nordas’s eyes widened in shock, and he was suddenly excited: “Calina, is it possible for you to help me with a favor?”
“I know, you want me to bring you to them, right?”
The youth smiled with embarrassment.
“But what’s so good about the outside world,” the Elven guard shook her head and sighed: “very well, come with me.”
“Nordas, are you leaving?” One of the Tree Elves asked.
He nodded as he could only think about his wife who might be waiting for him.
================= Brendel’s POV ================
Brendel had just finished discussing with the Elder Druids. In order to resolve the troubles of the Loop of Trade Winds, the best way would be to find where the Fire Seed was kept in Valhalla. According to legend, once the Fire Seed was lit, the Dark Forest would gradually become a protected land, and everything would be solved.
However, he still needed to wait for three more days, due to a need to investigate the area again as the earlier scouts had been attacked. According to the descriptions from the Druids, he suspected that it was a rare monster that attacked the Druids.
Even though he had fought against it a few times, he remembered the unique attacking patterns.
His thoughts were suddenly broken by Amandina’s sigh:
Brendel turned around and saw her looking at an Elf playing a flute near a bridge. The music rhythm was elegant and beautiful, easily drawing one in, and it made them wonder if the tune was about a tale or a location.
The Green Tower in the game was known for its beautiful environments. The wall of clouds served as their background, build in the middle of the sky. The settlement was a city built on trees, linked by vine bridges and suffused with a taste of fantasy.
Ever since Brendel left the meeting in the Blackthorn’s hall, he promised Amandina and Scarlett to take a stroll in this strange city. Amandina was incredibly excited on this day, and he rarely saw her so happy.
The three had come to a market called ‘The Centaur’s hooves’ in the city. The market was suspended in mid-air. It was a structure completely made out of wood and there were three sections.
The four corners of the market were linked by vine bridges, but the market itself was suspended in the air by magic.
There were quite a number of Tree Elves, but the main occupants were still centaurs. There were various clothes, accessories, strange plants and fruits, magic materials, unique minerals, and a few artifacts containing magic.
The Dark Forest had an abundance of materials, which was why there were many varied goods in the market. The currency was not limited to gold and silver, but also an exchange of goods.
In truth, Gold and silver were also considered as a type of material.
Brendel, Amandina, Sifrid, and Scarlett gathered at the third level. There was an ongoing fight— The centaurs were hotheaded and frequently fought with each other, but there were a dedicated dueling grounds to allow them to vent their anger. The Tree Elves occasionally had an archery competition, but Brendel and the others did not have the luck to witness one.
After watching the centaurs’ duel, they went to a bar that was run by a Tree Elf and sampled a special wine made from flower nectar. It tasted like a flower wine, but the aftereffects were powerful, and Brendel realized he made a mistake. Amandina and Scarlett were not great at drinking, and they cheeks were red after drinking a small mouthful.
Brendel hurriedly stopped them. There would be trouble if they get drunk in the bar because they could not hold their liquor.
But Amandina looked like she still wanted to stay in the bar. She got to hear about a tree that produced gems which looked like emeralds, but the transparency was greater. The best part about it was that it was inexpensive.
She was moved in an instant, and she started to pester Brendel to bring them over to the shops with the aid of the alcohol.
The youth shook his head when he saw her make a tantrum with a red face. The calm and intelligent noble girl had such a terrible resistance to alcohol. But the suggestion had also made him feel like he had been persuaded to check it out, and he knew that he could not resist it.
[It seems like the women in this world also have no resistant towards shiny things. I’m sure people in this world said that they resemble dragons in this aspect.]
It was wise of him to bring out a few Mana Crystals out from the mine. Although these crystals were considered not the best crystals out there, they were easily able to exchange for a large number of accessories made with the trees’ gems.
When he presented a small piece of Mana Flame Agate before the centaur shopkeeper, the latter knew that there was a big spender in front of him.
The tree gems would not sell for much, so the Centaur tried to inquire subtly whether the human lord needed magical artifacts, while presenting the accessories that he made on his own.
Brendel found it a little hilarious. While he did know that he could buy many genuine magical materials in the shop, it was rare to find anything worthwhile. Beguiling a bunch of newbies would be possible for the shopkeeper, but a veteran like him would never fall for his tricks.
“Brendel, just let him take them out,” Amandina squinted with a red face and said in a small voice: “a-and let us take a look whether he makes them better than you.”
Brendel found she was quite adorable acting this way, so he nodded: “Alright, let us take a look.”
The white centaur immediately showed a delighted expression, if he was able to sell one or two magic items, then there would be no need to sell anything else for the whole month.
He took out a pair of rings in a mystifying manner and said to Brendel: “My good man, these are rings I bought from a witch. The rumor has it that they are imbued with the magic of love. If your two companions wear them, they would love you for all eternity without changing their hearts.”
“W-what rubbish is this!” Amandina cupped Sifrid’s both ears, and spoke to the centaur in an upset tone: “Take them away, he wouldn’t buy these despicable objects!”
Brendel shook his head with a smile.
[These rings are merely imbued with the ‘charm’ magic. If these rings were claimed to be imbued with the magic of love, wouldn’t it mean that my ring is the divine artifact of the Wind E— Huh. The Ring of the Wind Empress on my hand is the real deal. Though there are multiple copies of it.]
He coughed once and shook his head: “If you only have these things, I think it will be fine if we just buy a few accessories with the tree gems.”
“Ahh, please wait,” the centaur immediately tried to halt them: “I do have something good right now, I’m sure you would be pleased, human lord, you wouldn’t be able to buy it anywhere else.”
Brendel was slightly surprised: “Do you know me?”
The centaur gave a mysterious laugh: “Respectfully, human lord, I’ve conducted business for decades. I do believe I know most of the people in the Green Tower, and I’ve seen quite a few human lords too.”
“I see, business must be difficult.”
The centaur immediately had the word awkward written on his face. He knew the truth about the rings was definitely seen through by him. He could only smile bravely: “I promise you, human lord, that it wouldn’t be of terrible quality this time.”
“I truly bought this thing from a witch and she was an outsider, just like you who have come here.” The centaur said as he brought out a box.
There was a rock fragment in the shape of a shield in the box, and Brendel’s heart skipped a beat when he saw it.
[The Rock Key!]