Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1641: Chapter 368: Shall I Treat You to Ice Cream?

Facing Sister Suya standing right on the snow, Lamias dared not move recklessly… Truly, what one fears is what comes.

She felt that on the snow where she was hiding, a pressure was coming — Sister Suya had already walked right above where she was hiding.

A feeling of danger surged in her heart.

Lamias instinctively broke through the snow burying her body, and at the same time, a sharp longsword was thrusting down!

Lamias was alarmed; had she hesitated for a moment, she surely wouldn’t have escaped the thrust of that sword — this also proved one thing, Sister Suya had already discovered her.

The two female warriors had tracked Sister Suya to this place, and when Lamias arrived, she didn’t find anyone else — this could only mean that Sister Suya arrived earlier than her.

Sister Suya even clearly saw her hiding in the snow.

“That was close, knowing each other indeed bore some risk.” Lamias quickly adjusted her posture. “Sister Suya, you truly don’t show any regard for acquaintances in your actions.”

“You arrived earlier than I expected.” Sister Suya held the sword in a reverse grip, seemingly deciding not to continue attacking. “Maybe it’s luck, or maybe I underestimated you.”

“Luck.” Lamias quickly replied, while suspiciously sizing up Sister Suya.

Silver?

If Sister Suya is silver… then those two female warriors naturally stand no chance against her — but if Sister Suya is silver, why would she need to be tracked by two female warriors?

With the capabilities of silver, in this challenge match, there would be no opponents, she could completely push forward without impediment — Sister Suya doesn’t need to hold back herself, allowing herself at the end of the [Icefield] to exhaust other challengers.

But these are not the real issues, the key is…

“Sister Suya, since you are already silver… there is absolutely no need to participate in the Swan Constellation’s Cloth contest.”

This is what Lamias couldn’t understand… There are many bronze, but relatively few silver, each of Silver in the Sanctuary has a record, roots traced thoroughly, would Sanctuary let a silver mix into challengers?

Impossible.

Moreover, Sister Suya came out with her from the Pegasus Camp… How could a silver be hiding among a group of female warriors who feed heavenly horses.

At this point, facing Lamias’ question, Sister Suya merely smiled… Yet Lamias felt as if a venomous snake was watching her.

Unexpectedly, Lamias took a deep breath and said solemnly: “You… are not silver. The cloak on your body is perhaps fake.”

Sister Suya said indifferently: “What makes you think so.”

Lamias said: “You cannot be silver, otherwise Sanctuary wouldn’t put you in challenger’s maze. You cannot be silver, otherwise, the gold and silver in Sanctuary monitoring this challenge would have acted immediately. Since this challenge is for the Swan Constellation Silver Cloth, Sanctuary wouldn’t allow such unfairness.”

“So?”

“You are an impostor!” Lamias assertively said: “The storing of the cloaks requires cloth boxes… You’ve always been with me, I’ve never seen you carrying any cloth boxes!”

“The previous reasons are indeed compelling.” Sister Suya shook her head: “However, who said that cloaks must be stored in cloth boxes? Only bronze carries boxes around, above silver, cloaks have already merged with the user, don’t you know?”

— Don’t know!

— Well, if there’s a chance to return to the Pegasus Camp, I’ll prepare more vitality herbs for Nemiz!

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[Icefield]

On the highland, several pairs of eyes were watching the scene happening in the snow… among them, Musa of the Virgo Temple.

And several other silvers.

“Lord Musa, what she’s wearing, is indeed the Silver Cloth!” One silver said in surprise: “When did Sanctuary have such a silver?”

Musa first frowned, then pondered.

Several silvers also pondered — their calmness simply stemmed from the fact that Sister Suya hadn’t mercilessly struck down the female warriors, she merely defeated them.

Otherwise, not to mention Musa, the silvers would have acted long ago or would be on the move.

“She is not a true silver.” Musa said indifferently: “That is not a Silver Cloth, at most, just silver-white battle armor… The aura of silver power she mimicked with fighting spirit. Her fighting spirit is currently rapidly depleting.”

“Fighting spirit mimicry?” The silvers were shocked: “How is that possible!”

“No, it is possible.” Musa suddenly said: “There might be someone who can achieve this.”

“Who?”

“Ajax.” Musa gradually said: “He might… His self-developed Saint Fighting Technique [Phantom Demon Fist] can generate similar mimicry effects. I felt a surge from her, reminiscent of the ripple when Ajax used [Phantom Demon Fist] back then.”

“Ajax!”

The silvers were simultaneously shocked… Ajax is extremely famous in the mid to upper echelon of Sanctuary — Ajax had once competed with the current Gemini Temple’s occupant for the Gemini’s golden cloth.

The duel between them was fierce, ultimately, the goddess descended with divine judgment, naming the current Gemini’s gold as the victor, reasoning that Ajax tarnished the honor of Saint Fighters by secretly learning Underworld Fighter’s and Marine Fighters’ techniques, willing to win by any means.

Eventually, Ajax was ostracized from Sanctuary, his fighting spirit abolished, and driven away.

“Could this Suya be Ajax’s descendant… or a student?”

“Possibly, otherwise, Suya wouldn’t use [Phantom Demon Fist] after all.”

“Lord Musa! Since Suya is Ajax’s descendant, she’s no longer eligible for this challenge match! Let me take action and capture Suya!”

Musa stood in front of everyone, his gaze fixed on Lamias… the silvers were unaware of what the Lord of the Virgo Temple was focusing on, thus were impatient.

“No need.” Musa said calmly: “Though Ajax has long been expelled, this confines only to himself, even his descendants should not lose qualification to be Saint Fighters. Moreover, she came to Sanctuary through legitimate channels, she’s eligible to participate in the challenge.”

“But Lord Musa, she…”

Musa casually turned his head, his gaze calm: “Earlier, of the two defeated female warriors, one was your student, right.”

“I’m not…” The silver was startled, bowing his head quickly.

Musa indifferently said: “The challenge continues… Cloaks have the ability to choose their wearer, you have also been through this. [Meditation Technique] can increase the likelihood of closeness, but it only raises it. If the cloak doesn’t favor someone, it naturally rejects them. You all… retreat.”

“Yes.”

He is the chief among the gold, the most powerful man under the gods, in every aspect, leaving the silvers without the courage to resist, forcing them to bow their heads and leave… The Icefield is not limited to this area, elsewhere, the battles among challengers are likewise being staged.

After everyone left, Musa continued to watch Lamias and Sister Suya on the snow.

“You said you couldn’t take hardship…” Musa suddenly had a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, “But now, it’s not about whether you can take it or not.”

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…

Ah-choo!

Nero sneezed loudly, then shivered and hugged herself tightly. Two slender ice crystals were hanging from her nose at this time.

Could she be afraid of the cold?

Prince Prin clearly didn’t believe it, so he looked at her coldly… He had been looking at her coldly all along, but she never cared, just entertaining herself… Yes, as if playing.

“Actually, I hate this kind of map the most, it reminds me of some unpleasant memories.” Nero looked at Prince Prin, who had transformed into Romi of the Scorpio Temple, and said earnestly: “This is my childhood shadow.”

“Is that so.” Prince Prin answered perfunctorily, while observing his surroundings… He could feel a formidable presence existing within this Icefield.

The air seemed to faintly carry this powerful wave… Perhaps it was the chief among the gold.

Musa had never appeared on this war’s Battlefield of the Gods, always defending the Sanctuary—he hadn’t even been recorded taking action on the Mortal World’s battlefield.

Yet, the Underworld Execution Organization’s human country attacked the Sanctuary, never succeeding… Mount Olympus hoped to end the Mortal World’s war soon, just as Underworld did, thus leading to Prince Prin’s actions this time.

This was something Prince Prin must do for the matter that would soon occur to him… He needed more prestige and reputation to inherit Hades’ glory.

“Really!” Nero shivered again at this time, “I was trapped in the icy snow field for training. For a whole six months, I drank snow water, and when I was hungry, I could only gnaw on some ice shards. So I particularly hate eating things colder than ice, and I never buy Happy Water with ice! But ice cream is different because it has flavor, which I love!”

“Ice cream?” Prince Prin suddenly stopped, furrowing his brows slightly, muttering in a low voice: “Ice cream…”

“Haven’t you ever eaten? Want me to treat you to ice cream?” Nero blinked her eyes that seemed to shoot starlight, “Let me tell you, at Uncle Whitebeard’s ice cream shop, I can get ten rounds worth each time!”

Prince Prin shook his head, instinctively feeling this girl named yarn was spewing nonsense again… But he somehow understood.

A hint of confusion arose in his heart, but soon the Power of Death diluted it… Prince Prin shook his head at this moment, pointing forward and said: “There are several challengers for the Cloak of Sanctity over there, go defeat them.”

“Why me?” Nero pointed at herself and asked curiously.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to stir up some trouble.” Prince Prin said indifferently, “Then why not try to compete for the Swan Constellation’s Cloth? If you can become the winner of this challenge, you might be able to directly meet the goddess of the Sanctuary.”

Nero swiftly blinked and did not reply.

Prince Prin didn’t care, his thoughts all focused on this mysterious girl, but her inner heart hidden in incongruous words was always like a maze—a mind maze even larger than the Trial Maze here.

“Emmmm… Ultimately, I have to go back.” Nero murmured at this time, “Or should I pull off a big thing before going back?”

“Huh?”

Amidst the astonishment, Nero took a step forward, her speed was so fast that Prince Prin was somewhat surprised.

“Then… I also.” Prince Prin exhaled, looking towards the direction from which the powerful wave was coming, “See the chief among the gold in the Sanctuary.”

The girl called yarn… This probably wasn’t her real name, Prince Prin just had this feeling—a feeling that he had also encountered such a person before, full of lies,

As for whether yarn would later expose him or not, Prince Prin did not think—because she wouldn’t… Prince Prin just had this feeling.

Very strange.

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…

On the snow, Sister Suya and Lamias still lingered in a standoff, neither making the first move.

Suddenly, Lamias made an unexpected move for Sister Suya… Just saw her drop her hands naturally at this moment, completely looking like she was yielding.

A flash of doubt passed in Sister Suya’s eyes.

“You go ahead.” Lamias looked at Suya now, saying expressionlessly: “I won’t fight back, after you defeat me, I lose the qualification to challenge, I won’t be your obstacle… but don’t strike too heavy.”

Sister Suya was originally puzzled and now surprised and uncertain… Lamias was behaving too unusually, causing her to be unable to discern what Lamias was scheming.

“Really, I have no scheme.” Lamias said seriously, “There’s no trap, it’s not a conspiracy, I really want to forsake this match… So defeat me quickly, don’t waste time here with me!”

Sister Suya did not move, extraordinary situations must have devils, she determined Lamias must have some special intent.

What intention would she have?

Only the feeling in her heart grew increasingly intense—she even felt the person she needed to find had entered the Icefield, possibly nearby—hope of leaving was right before her eyes, where did she have time to entangle with Sister Suya here?

“Well! Since you won’t fight, I won’t be polite!” Lamias suddenly unleashed her Fighting Spirit within.

Her Fighting Spirit was actually just at the beginner’s level, naturally lacking any sophisticated techniques… like suddenly having a divine power, merely flailing recklessly at this time.

But the force on the fist was ever real… seeing Lamias swing a punch, Sister Suya didn’t remain indifferent, instantly responded.

But Lamias suddenly drew back her fist at this moment, even crashing her face against her own fist!

Face against fist?

No one would use such an approach!

Sister Suya immediately gave a cold snort and easily evaded, then sneered: “Lami, it seems you want to use a reckless method… exchanging your injury for mine, right? I indeed underestimated you; you are truly a ruthless person, even harsh to yourself.”

“…” Lamias remained silent.

This Sister Suya was phenomenally imaginative—she really only wanted to face the punch, then “collapse on the ground”, directly admitting defeat…

Whether the Virgin Temple’s gold was hiding somewhere, inconspicuously peeking at her… Lamias couldn’t help but sigh, it seemed only a sincere battle with Sister Suya, then lose.

After all, she indeed admitted she couldn’t beat Sister Suya, even if her strength doubled she couldn’t defeat her.