Chapter 139 (1/2)

Following Claire’s gaze, the young master noticed Claire was staring at her hand. She blinked with realization. “Pretty girl, if you like these, then I’ll give them to you.” The young master handed over all of the magic cores.

“Huh?” Claire snapped out of her daze and accepted them, then put them into the storage ring.

“Pretty girl, is that a storage ring?” The young master asked, eyeing the ring on her finger.

“Yes, but the storage space isn’t big,” Claire answered truthfully.

“Come on, pretty girl. I’ll take you somewhere.” The young master gave the wyvern a kick. “Go, bring us to the central area of this place. Hurry up, or else I’ll fry you!”

Immediately after he said this, it was as if the wyvern was on drugs, dashing forward at a wild speed. The surroundings became blurred as they flew past, making Claire dizzy. Were wyverns supposed to be this fast? Weren’t they known for their strength?

It was chaotic the whole way. The wyvern ran the entire way, something crossing into other magic beasts’ territories. Each time, they would come out, roaring, wanting to fight the wyvern, but once they saw who was sitting on its back, they were immediately terrified and ran away instantly. Not a single magic beast dared to block their way, all trying to escape for their lives.

All of this made Claire wide eyed, shocked. Was the devil girl really so terrifying?

As the wyvern bolted the whole way, clouds of dust formed. Soon, they stopped. It was a clearing, just grass with no trees. The wyvern stopped, panting.

The young master jumped off and pulled Claire off roughly by the hand, then kicked the wyvern. “Go. Since you behaved today, I won’t eat you.”

The wyvern ran away with joyous tears in its eyes without looking back.

“Let’s go, pretty girl. I’m going to help you pick up some trash.” The young master let go of Claire’s hand, squatted down, then clasped her hands together. With a quiet, yet forceful, “Open!” as she separated her hands, a crack opened in the ground. A dark stone stair away appeared.

Pick up trash?

Claire was confused as she inspected the stone stairway that had suddenly appeared. Where were they going?

“Let’s go!” The young master pulled Claire and they went down the steps.

In the dark and moist stairway, with a flick of the young master’s finger, numerous orbs illuminated overhead all the way to the depths, lighting the path.

“What is this place?” Clare asked softly, gazing around at the cracked walls. The young master continuously pulled her forward with a very tight grip.

“Dunno whose underground palace this is, but in any case, there’s some trash you could probably use there,” the young master replied casually. “I discovered it by accident a while back.”

The stench of mold greeted them. Claire watched on at the long, winding stone stairs, very puzzled. The number of questions she had since meeting the red eyed girl had only increased ever since.

After some time, they finally descended to the bottom, arriving at a wide expanse of space.

It was an abandoned ancient palace, walls crumbled and cracked, white jade pillars that had lost their luster long since. However, the grandeur of the palace at its prime could be well imagined.

“We’re going inside.” The young master walked in front of her. “There’s no one here, only bones. Who knows when they died.”

Claire glanced around. It was deathly silent, suffocatingly so, eerily quiet. Claire followed the young master into the depths of the palace. As they walked into the grand hall, Claire looked up to see a huge treasure chest sitting on the throne. Unexpectedly, there were no signs it had been opened.

“Come over here, pretty girl. Take this as payment for conversing with me today.” For the first time, the young master didn’t refer to herself as “I, your father”. She walked up and opened the chest, lip curling in disdain. “These are of no use to me. Maybe you could use them.”

Claire walked up a little hesitantly, puzzled. When she saw what was inside, she was stunned. Scattered about messily inside, there were eight rings, beast cores, gems, and precious ores.

“These rings are…” Claire already guessed what they were, but she couldn’t believe it.

“Storage rings. The amount of space they hold is alright,” the young master answered absentmindedly, glancing around.

Shocked, Claire picked up one of the rings and felt for the space inside and almost jumped up with fright. The amount of space was actually as large as the grand hall they were in!

“They’re all useless to me.” The young master yawned and added lazily, “You should take them, they’ll be of use to you.”

After some thought, she put away everything. They were so precious, yet the young master called them trash….

“Pretty girl, why do you keep that glove on your right hand?” Although the young master was asking, she had already grabbed Claire’s hand and pulled of the glove.

Unable to resist the young master, Claire could only watch on as the young master pulled it off.