Chapter 210 (2/2)

“Do you see now? Because of you, my territory has become a barren land. As the lord, I have to improve the situation!”

The sword spirit fell silent for a while before speaking again, “This was not my intention.”

“Then what is it?”

“My original intention was to release my power to search for the next Storm Lord. It is such a shame that mortals are getting weaker by the day. After waiting for ten thousand years, no one even managed to reach this place. You are the first one to have succeeded. But look at your measly power! What a disappointment!” the sword was clearly dejected.

The sword spirit seemed to be highly intelligent. This meant that it might be possible to reason with him.

Link then suggested, “You want to look for a new Storm Lord while I need to protect my territory. What do you say we make a deal? You will seal your powers while I will bring you around the mortal world. One day, when you find a suitable candidate, I will hand you over to that lucky person.”

The sword spirit did not reply immediately, and Link waited nervously.

After around half a minute, the majestic voice once again sounded, “Your idea is not half bad.”

Link then heard a light, clanging, metallic sound as the elegant blade suddenly lost all the brilliance it was emitting. The pure white crystals that used to glimmer were now pale white rocks, and the mysterious air ripples in the middle of the sword had disappeared. The veil-like layer of wind elements had also dissipated entirely. Link then picked up this sword from the ground.

This sword looked extremely ordinary now. It was simply a hand-crafted sword that looked slightly more aesthetic. If Link were to auction it in Hot Springs City, it would probably fetch at most ten gold coins.

“From now on, I will enter into a state of slumber. No matter what situation you are in, I will not offer my power to help. If you die in an accident, I will find another carrier myself. However, if you die of old age and happen to have any descendants, you may hand me over to them.”

“It’s a deal!” Link nodded as he tried to put the sword away into the dimensional pendant. However, he was not successful.

The voice the sounded again, “Don’t humiliate me by putting me in such low-level magical equipment! Just carry me along on your waist like a normal sword.”

Left with no choice, Link secured the sword onto his waist. Luckily, the sword was light and only weighed around two kilograms.

He then stared at the sky once again and felt the cooling sea breeze. The dark clouds and thundering bellows had all disappeared, revealing the clear blue skies that were supposed to have graced the island.

It seemed like the era of bad climate in the Ferde Wilderness was over.

Link heaved a sigh of relief as he walked out of the canyon. Halfway through, he saw Dorias walking towards him.

Dorias was unable to grasp the situation. Just a moment ago, he witnessed a storm that seemed to even tear a gap through the dimension. However, the next moment, the entire world seemed to be enveloped in warm fluffy clouds and comforting sunshine. The peculiar wind that once plagued this island had also disappeared without a trace. This was strange.

“Link, what happened?” Dorias asked.

“Do not reveal anything about me.” Before Link could speak, the sword spirit gave a stern reminder.

Link needed to make up an excuse on the spot. “There is an extremely powerful Storm Lord in the depths of the canyon. I have already defeated him, and all is well.”

Dorias was immediately overwhelmed with respect, “Is that true? You are really something! Is this sword the weapon of the Storm Lord in question?”

This was truly what Dorias felt. He had attempted many times to enter the canyon but only managed to reach the halfway point before he was forced to turn back. If the opponent was able to create such strong winds consistently, just how strong would he be in combat?

To think that Link was not only able to reach the end of the canyon but also defeat the Storm Lord. This was the strength of the man Dorias had chosen to follow!

Link was tickled by Dorias’ reaction and nodded. “That’s right. This is his weapon. What do you think? Beautiful isn’t it?”

Dorias then shook his head. “It is a piece of crap. I have seen at least 10000 similar low-quality swords in my lifetime.”

He then automatically squatted down to let Link mount onto him easily.

As Link mounted Dorias, the voice of the sword spirit once again appeared, “I don’t like this hideous creature. Don’t let me see him next time.”

What is going on? Link was speechless. Didn’t he mention he was going into a state of slumber? Why is he still so talkative?

“He has no manners!”

Link had nothing to say to the sword spirit’s arrogance and pride.

Link then relaxed as Dorias brought him all the way back to the Ferde Wilderness. Along the way, Link admired the beautiful scenery while he appreciated the brilliant weather. With the issue of bad climate off the list, Link once again felt the passion and drive to develop his territory.

Half a day later, Link and Dorias reached the campsite. The moment they reached the outskirts of Scorched Ridge, they could hear many voices and saw a huge figure lying in wait for them. The moment Link saw the figure, he was elated. East Cove Higher Magic Academy was indeed efficient. They had already brought him the magic puppet that he had ordered.

It seemed like everything was going according to plan. Link smiled and said, “Let’s speed up. I have to see how the magic puppet performs.”