Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1633: Chapter 360: How a Salted Fish Turns Over

It is called the seed of power, a power of the mind. When the seed breaks through the soil of the mind, it awakens the dormant power.

The human body is like a small universe with a treasure vault, containing endless and merciless power… The gods entrusted the key to the treasure to humans, allowing humanity to possess the capability to resist the devils.

“Unknowingly, from the start of meditation till now, it has already been ten days…”

In the cave she resided in, Lamias slowly opened her eyes, ending a night of meditation training, feeling sore all over but unexpectedly vigorous in spirit, with her thinking growing increasingly sharp.

“This seems like a symptom that only appears after completing the initial stage of meditation training?”

Her active thinking made Lamias furrow her brow in doubt, for according to the Amethyst inheritance meditation method, achieving such results would require years of hard cultivation—and even then, only by those gifted in cultivation.

“I’ve only been cultivating for ten days. How is it so fast? Could it be because this is the Age of Gods, far surpassing the transcendent low point of my era’s relationship?”

Along with some achievement with the meditation method, Lamias faintly sensed a massive power pervading around her, but she was completely unable to pry it open.

“This is the key to entering the Non-Human realm!” Lamias felt a surge of joy in her heart, for even as a Black Religious Congregation combat nun, she never achieved her wish of personally entering the Non-Human domain, always relying on external aids.

“It’s just a pity that acquiring the Non-Human key comes in such a time where death is ever-looming.”

Shaking her head and tidying her clothes, Lamias then stepped out of the dwelling cave, where Nemiz immediately approached from not far off.

Similar occurrences happened twice over the past ten days… Thoroughly tasting the experience, Nemiz even relocated to live in the neighboring cave next to Lamias—to find an opportunity promptly.

“You are too diligent!” Lamias couldn’t help but furrow her brows, “Although the camp is open, opportunities aren’t found every day… If you exhaust Satur’s stamina too much, it will affect his performance on the battlefield!”

“No, it’s not like that.” Nemiz pulled Lamias aside at that moment and whispered, “I wanted to tell you that I’ve been a bit inconvenienced these past couple of days… You, you’d best not seek out Lord Satur, otherwise, you’d be in danger.”

Lamias couldn’t help but be stunned; had Nemiz already regarded Satur as her private possession? Hence fearing she might change her mind and personally get involved?

It’s truly underestimating her… Even if she wants intimacy, it’s at least at the level of the mansion’s owner, okay, “I understand, I’ll handle it appropriately.”

“That’s good!” Nemiz nodded and quickly took out food, “I was worried about you… I got these for you this morning, they are even better than Sister Suya’s.”

Lamias pondered and replied, “You shouldn’t get too close to me, otherwise it might easily catch attention… Thanks for the food.”

Nemiz showed a smile that was rare on her rather stout face, “I know, I seized the moment when Sister Suya and the others are away to come find you.”

“Did they go out that early?” Lamias paused.

“Yes, not sure what for, quite mysterious.” Nemiz shook her head, then softly said, “They’ve never liked staying with me, nor speaking much.”

“I’m planning to go out later.” Lamias nodded.

Nemiz immediately spoke, “Don’t worry, I’ll help you with your work!”

“Weren’t you unwell these past two days?” Lamias furrowed her brows… She knew since the first occasion, Nemiz had been currying favor with her, this almost servile behavior making Lamias feel rather strange inside.

“It’s alright, I’m very strong physically.” Nemiz responded with a silly smile, “I know you have things to do… In the camp, basically no one wants to talk to me, only you are different. And… and you also allowed me and Lord Satur… Though I know all this is illusory, I’m really grateful to you! Truly, Lamias, I won’t ruin it for you, I’ll even help you guard this secret! I don’t want anything at all!”

“You?” Lamias opened her mouth, the strangeness inside gradually turning to annoyance, “Nothing at all?”

“I…” Nemiz hesitated, then bowed her head, stroking her belly, “If it’s possible, I hope to bear Lord Satur’s child, and after this war ends, take the child away and raise them to grow… I won’t tell anyone, nor intend to.”

Lamias paused silently, “In a few days, find another opportunity, I’ll arrange with Satur.”

Nemiz looked up at Lamias and gently said, “Lamias, are we… friends?”

“No.” Ms. Ren, the nun, didn’t look back, directly walking out.

Yet, within Nemiz’s dazed gaze, she suddenly turned around and said, “Take a break today, don’t go out… I’ll finish your work. I actually don’t have anything special to do today, that’s it.”

“Lamias…”

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Lamias arrived at the Pegasus field, noticed some female warriors had already begun working, but did not see Sister Suya and several female warriors closely related to her, feeling somewhat puzzled.

However, she didn’t pay much attention to it either, starting on work for two people.

She initially planned to leave this Pegasus Camp early but unexpectedly changed her mind after obtaining Satur’s meditation training technique.

“It’s truly amazing, after completing the initial stage of meditation training, I seem to be able to sense some thoughts from the Pegasus… Though still vague.” Lamias felt quite delighted.

With no one around, Lamias steeled her heart, wanting to try riding this Pegasus she had fed for quite some time—if she could ride the Pegasus without rejection, she might hold the chance to be promoted as a Pegasus Knight?

Currently, the war on the Battlefield of the Gods is favorable to the gods’ side, but casualties remain significant, and among the Pegasus Knights, quite some warriors are too heavily wounded to fight.

But when a great force directly threw her to the ground, in the moment her vision inverted, Lamias realized she was too full of herself.

“Hahaha, Lamias, Pegasus isn’t something you can ride just because you wish to.”

That was Satur’s voice, laughing as he approached.

Lamias rose expressionlessly, seeing that person foolishly standing still watching the show until her expression became somewhat inappropriate, he hurriedly came forward in a panic, “Lamias, did you hurt yourself anywhere? Did you fall badly?”

Hehe… Now there’s no need to worry about letting Nemiz substitute for her—the original slight guilt towards Satur had disappeared entirely.

It’s gone! Steel man!

Next time, I’ll prepare double the vitality herbs for Nemiz… Triple!

“Lami, Lami? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it… Lami, listen to me, Lami!”

Lamias finished her work and walked straight away, Satur could only accompany her humbly along the way… He was truly captivated by Lami.

Every moment of confusion seemed to make him lost in the great starry sky, as if wandering the star river… Even though each time was so abstract, he could always hear those thousand soft yet alluring sounds, and every time he thought of them, Satur felt a sense of irresistible longing.

Once is not enough? Twice is not enough, even for three days and nights!

“Lami, there’s no battle today, I am free to move until dusk.”

“Oh, is that so? Then you should rest well, Lord Satur! You need to replenish your strength to fight for the empire, to fight for the glory of the gods.”

“Lami, what must I do for you to forgive me?” Satur frowned, with a somewhat dissatisfied tone.

Lamia replied with grievance, “I work hard all alone in the Pegasus Camp, and you come to laugh at me, now you treat me like this… Satur, I think we should end this mistaken relationship. You… You’re not a man worth my dedication. Do you know? Besides you, other warriors also treat me well.”

“I am one of the only two Saint Fighters in Pegasus Camp!” Satur exclaimed angrily, “Apart from the Lord of the Pegasus, the strongest here is me! How can they compare?”

“At least, those people are loyal, aren’t they?” Lamias bitterly said, “At least they treat me wholeheartedly, not using me as a tool… Lord Satur, please let me go, will you?”

“No, Lami! It’s not what you think!” Satur panicked, “I… I don’t have many women! Don’t listen to other people’s nonsense, I now only have you!”

In his panic, he grabbed Lamias’s wrist forcefully but was shaken off by Lamias.

“How long do you intend to toy with me?” Lamias angrily said, “Aside from sending some food, what have you done for me? Do you know what kind of life I live here, what kind of bullying I suffer! Do I have to endure all this so that at the snap of your fingers, I crawl to your side like a dog?”

“Someone’s bullying you?” Satur’s eyes flashed coldly at that moment, “Who is it?”

Lamias shook her head and said mournfully, “Forget it, that is my own business… Satur, after experiencing you, I finally understand that men cannot be relied upon, the only one I can rely on is myself. Without powerful strength, no one can protect me. Not even you, even if you are a Bronze Saint Fighter… But that is just you, not me.”

“Lami… Do you really want to gain strength?” Satur hesitated for a moment, his expression suddenly turned serious as he asked.

Lamias was startled, feeling something seemed amiss, but her act could no longer stop, she said with a complex expression, “Satur, when you were still weak, how much did you long for strength?”

“I originally didn’t plan to tell you… But.” Satur took a deep breath, pressing both hands on Lamias’s shoulders, “But I don’t want to lose you more, Lami… There is a chance to gain strength, do you want to seize it?”

Lamias couldn’t help but widen her eyes.

Love in the Age of Gods is really pure, isn’t it?

Nemiz is like this, Satur seems… also like this?

“What… do you say?”

Satur pulled Lamias to a corner before slowly saying, “The Saint Fighter of the Swan Constellation’s Cloth was severely injured and died three days ago, currently in Sanctuary, they are choosing those who can inherit the Swan Constellation’s Cloth… The Crane Constellation is one of the few sanctity cloaks suitable for females — you, understand my meaning, don’t you?”

“You want me to challenge inheriting the Swan Constellation’s Cloth?” Lamias was genuinely astonished, disregarding her acting at the moment.

“Yes, this is your only chance to gain strength.” Satur nodded, “But not everyone can challenge for the sanctity cloak inheritance; a recommender is needed. I’m the Saint Fighter of the Eagle Constellation, I’m eligible for recommending… But frankly, at first, I didn’t plan to recommend you because I know there are more suitable candidates than you.”

Really, if you weren’t under the halo of a Bronze Saint Fighter, you wouldn’t have a chance to find a girlfriend in your life… Trash!

Wait, isn’t Sister Suya and the mysteriousness of the other female warriors today just related to the Swan Constellation’s Cloth matter?

Obviously, aside from herself, many female warriors in the camp are also going the same route, striving to align themselves with those warriors who seem promising at the front line.

“Lami? You… don’t want to go?” Satur asked nervously.

Lamias shook her head, “The number of candidates for the sanctity cloak inheritance must be many, right?”

“Of course.” Satur nodded, “Every Saint Fighter in position can nominate, leaders from various armies can nominate, the royal family of the human empire, and some great aristocrats and city lords have quotas, also some heroes’ descendants are on the list, roughly estimated, there will be at least thousands of candidates heading to Sanctuary.”

“Sanctuary…” Lamias lowered her head in silence.

“This time for the sanctity cloak inheritance, Lady Athena will personally descend.” Satur once again dropped the bombshell news, smiled, and said, “Maybe this time, could be your only chance to personally meet the gods… And of course, if there’s a one in a thousand chance for you to inherit the Crane Constellation’s Cloth, then it’s certainly worth it.”

“So many competitors…” Lamias shook her head, looking at Satur with grievance, “Those candidates, all have strong backing; how can I, alone, stand out among them?”

“Indeed.” Satur nodded, “Among these candidates, many have been long-term trained fighters for the Sanctuary, and have prepared for a long time for a chance of inheritance… However, don’t lose hope, Lami, because you have me!”

Here it comes, finally knowing to deliver something practical, utility person!

“Satur, you… you’re really good to me.” Lamias looked at him emotionally.

Satur said affectionately, “Yes, you have me! I’ll give you limitless spiritual support from behind Look at me, Lami; when you are in despair, remember me, think of my eyes, my voice… I will be with you always! Lami, I’ll be here waiting for you to come back, whether you succeed or fail, I’ll be here waiting for you.”

Oh, you can die now, utility person.

“Farewell!”

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PS:(15/82)