Chapter 141 (1/2)

“Interspatial storage rings!” Jean cried out. What precious items!

“Yes. The devil found them for me.” Claire handed over the one ring to each person. “Master,” she said to Cliff. “Does your storage ring have as much space as this one?”

“The devil gave them to you?” Cliff’s mouth was wide open. He could not believe it, it was inconceivable.

When Cliff sensed the amount of space inside the ring, he practically blushed with shame. “Such a large amount of space! It’s twenty times larger than my ring’s.”

“Great! Let’s switch. Give me your old one.” Claire started to calculate what to do with the other storage rings.

“Miss, why did the devil treat you so well?” Jean muttered, staring at the storage ring in his palm.

“She was just bored. And these are just trash in her eyes. She was merely giving them to me as a way of throwing them away,” Claire shrugged. She materialized the corroded sword, but as soon as it fully materialized, it clattered to the ground, too heavy.

Trash? Interspatial storage rings were trash?! Such priceless, nearly nonexistent treasure was trash to the devil?!

Just when Cliff was moving items from his old storage ring to the new one, he noticed the corroded sword on the ground.

“The sword was also given to me by the devil. But besides being exceptionally heavy, I have not discovered anything else special about it.” Claire stared at the sword, befuddled. “But she specially told me to take this sword, so it must be special.”

Cliff crouched down and examined the sword carefully. Gradually, his expression turned astonished.

“This… this sword is the legendary Sword of Death?!” Cliff’s voice started trembling.

“What Sword of Death?” Claire frowned. She had never heard of any treasured sword with that name.

“The Sword of Death is a magic sword. Legends say the continent was once one entire empire instead of five such as now and the founding emperor used the Sword of Death to carve out the path of the empire,” Jean said, solemn. “The Sword of Death does not have any specific elemental attribute, but has a much more terrifying effect. Anybody attacked by this sword will hallucinate, be paralyzed, and completely lose their ability to fight.”

Claire’s eyes widened, recalling the underground palace the young master had brought her to. Was the ruins of the once magnificent palace that of the founding emperor’s? But why would the palace be there? And what about the white bones?

“In any case, you’ve found a treasure.” Cliff eyed the sword, a grin forming. “I never expected this! What a strange situation, a devil helping a human.”

“Master!” Claire’s temper flared and she glared. “You ran into Devil Field so rashly. If something happened to you, what would I do? Even if you made a breakthrough, there’s no guarantee you would have been able to exit.”

“Haha, don’t be like that… Isn’t everybody just fine? I just knew my darling disciple was no ordinary person, even devils help you. Haha, I’m a sorcerer now, hahaha…” Cliff laughed heartily towards the sky, delighted.

Claire’s mouth twitched. The old man before her with such immature behavior had actually become a sorcerer, but… Acting like this, he didn’t seem powerful at all!

“Miss…” Jean’s voice came quietly, full of conflicting emotion.

Claire turned to look at Jean. “This sword is for you,” she said softly.

“It’s… too valuable*.” Jean stared at the sword, his expression complex. It was the legendary Sword of Death! Every warrior’s dream!

“Right, it’s too heavy*, I can’t even lift it. You take it. If you don’t want it, I’m throwing it back into Devil Field,” Claire shrugged and said heedlessly.

*Pun because valuable also means heavy

Jean was speechless. He slowly picked up the Sword of Death.

“Master, you need to disguise the sword. If someone recognizes it, there will be trouble. And can you do something about this rust?” Claire asked Cliff, who was in the middle of moving his belongings to the new ring.

“Mhmm, no problem, leave it to me. Ahaha, the storage ring space is so big…” Cliff was laughing heartily, not sparing so much as a glance.

“Miss, thank you…” Jean felt a surge of warmth.

Claire didn’t think much of it. She turned to watch Cliff move his belongings. She was trying to see if there was anything valuable she could exploit.

Jean stared at the sword in his hand, his emotions surging for a while. Sword of Death, I will use you to guard my lady until the end of time, Jean swore in his heart, swearing on his life.

“Ahaha, Claire, let’s go back to the capital, hurry. I need to find Lawrence, that old fox, and flaunt. I’m going to chase him through the streets until he’s sorry!” Cliff had his hands on his hips, laughing wildly. He had already forgotten the danger of almost failing his breakthrough.

“Let’s go, Jean.” Claire strutted ahead, acting as if she didn’t know Cliff.

Jean smiled and followed from behind.

“Jean, come on. Let me disguise your sword, haha…” Cliff was still laughing as he followed them, so gleeful he was.

Things seemed perfect, but… Little did Claire know the cruel ordeal awaiting her.