King Ember's Journey to Tevat

Chapter 675: An incurable disease that gets better

"Scholar? You haven't given up on that meaningless delusion yet?" Zebrel frowned upon hearing this, and was about to leave with Jade.

He no longer wants to have anything to do with the Imperial Academy and the Red King. To be honest, living a peaceful life in Xumi City is his greatest ideal now.

"No point? But I have already made progress. As long as I am well prepared, it is easy to start a golden dream!"

"Besides, this seems to be Yuffie's and your own wish, right?"

Sameer's words were full of endless temptation, as tempting as honey. But Jebelele could see the snake venom under the honey. After taking a few deep breaths, he slowly said:

"Samer, if you don't want to be torn into pieces by me now, get out of here!"

"Bah!"

The thunderbolt from Jibril's heavy ax struck Sameer's face. He slapped the table and stood up, pulling Jade with him and preparing to leave.

However, before leaving, he still did not forget Samer's last request to him.

"The information you need is on the bulletin board of the Order! Go and read it yourself!"

"I've said everything I can say, don't bother me again, otherwise..."

Jibrele glanced back at Samer, who was calm and composed, and his sharp eyes made the latter freeze.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

The dull footsteps gradually faded away, and Samer finally came back to his senses from the trance just now.

"Huh... emotions... it seems that they are not useless..."

Recalling the look in Jebelele's eyes when he left, it was something he had never seen before.

Emotion can turn into power, and sometimes it is no worse than the limit bursting out from the horror of life and death.

……

After walking out of the restaurant, Zebrel led Jade back and forth through the cobweb-like alleys.

Jade followed Jibril for a while, but she still didn't see any sign of her father stopping, so she used her arm strength to break away from Jibril's hand.

"Dad, who is he? Your former enemy?"

"Enemy..." Zebraile stopped when he saw the confusion and fatigue on Jade's face.

Jade's question made him lower his head and think for a while, and then he nodded.

"Yes, they are enemies. I have broken up with them since more than ten years ago."

"Then what are you waiting for? No one wants to have a snake and scorpion following him, dad, why not..."

"What did you say, Jade?" Zebraile couldn't help but turned around in surprise when he heard Jade's words.

His expression of uncertainty was so clear that anyone who was not blind could see it.

"I said... let's find a chance for the two of us to kill that guy just now!"

Jade looked at the deserted alley, leaned her head over and whispered.

"..."

After making sure that he had heard correctly, Jebelel began to look at his daughter carefully.

The blue-purple twin ponytails, combined with the gold-woven red silk on the face, all give people an eccentric and unpredictable feeling.

The girl is very beautiful, and her whole body is full of endless vitality, but her face shows a trace of ferocity that should not be present at her age.

"Bring the fist blade in your hand." Without saying a word, Zheberel directly took the weapon from Jade's hand.

"Huh? Dad, what are you doing?" Jade looked at her empty hands, and looked puzzledly at Jebelele, who was packing his fist blades.

"Don't do anything, you are a girl. It is best not to get involved in fighting and killing."

"This set of weapons is not suitable for you. I will keep it for you first and then give it to you when you grow up."

After packing the weapons, Zhebrele wiped the sweat from his forehead with some fear.

The weapon he gave to Jade contained a parasitic Zhenling. Although he had specifically chosen it, the Zhenling inside was a slightly quieter one.

But Zhenlings are Zhenlings, they are crazy and sadistic, and those who are weak-minded will be affected by them if they are not careful, and then become the tools of Zhenlings to create killings.

Jade's ferocious performance immediately made Jebelele suspect that she was affected by the suppressing spirit in the weapon.

After all, Jade grew up under his care and was a warm-hearted little cotton-padded jacket. How could she show such a ferocious behavior?
It must all be the fault of the damn Zhenling. In this way, Jade's coming-of-age gift was directly taken back by Jebelele within a few hours of receiving it.

"Ah~, Dad, give me the weapon back quickly!"

"No, you are too young, this thing is not suitable for you!"

"Then your enemy looks so powerful. How can you deal with that guy by yourself? Give me the weapon. In fact, I am also very powerful!"

"No need, I'm no worse than him, and I have savings and connections in Xumi, so he can't do anything to me."

In the alley of Xumi City, a grown man was slowly dragging the girl on his lap forward.

No matter what the girl said, the man was indifferent, which made the pedestrians who occasionally walked through the alley look sideways.

……

"what!"

"drink!"

"Hey!"

An unknown distance away from the narrow alley, there was also a dark-skinned woman holding a big sword and chopping at the wooden stake in front of her.

Her complexion is not as bright as Jade's, but it is much better than that of Jebelele.

Maybe it’s because as a woman, I pay attention to maintenance. In short, the unique skin color and the bulging muscles on his arms and waist and abdomen make people feel capable at first glance.

What is even more eye-catching is the sudden cat-ear-like knot on the woman's hair. The knot sways with the woman's movements, showing a heroic appearance, but with a hint of cuteness.

"Disha..."

Desiya was concentrating on practicing her martial arts, but a soft call interrupted her movements.

The visitor was wearing a plain long white dress and a dark purple shawl on her upper body. Judging from the luster of the shawl and long skirt, this woman should come from a wealthy family.

"Hey, my eldest lady, you have just recovered a lot from your illness. Aren't you afraid that the sun will come out in such a strong way that I will die of anxiety?"

"It's okay, I'm much better." Dinazedai smiled at Disiya who was stroking her forehead, saying that it was okay.

It's a pity that Disiya didn't take this trick. She put down the sword in her hand and hugged Dinazedai.

"Miss, you are suffering from magic scale disease. You are better today. Who knows if it will get worse tomorrow? It's better not to wander around blindly."

Desiya's arms were strong and powerful, making Dinazedai unable to move. In desperation, Dina Zedai, who was in his arms, could only whisper to Disiya:
"But my illness has really improved a lot. I secretly opened the quilt when I slept the day before yesterday, and I secretly took a bite of smoothie early yesterday morning."

"Look, I'm totally fine."

After saying that, Dina Zedai giggled a few times: "Hey, Disiya, let me tell you that the smoothie is delicious."

"..."

Disiya looked at the "rebellious" Dina Zedai in her arms, shook her head and put her down.

"Oh~, well, it seems that our eldest lady is really getting better. But if the master and his wife find out about these things, don't even think about going out during this period!"

Although Desiya was sighing, she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips. She and Dina Zedai said they were employers and bodyguards, but they were more like friends and besties.

She was happy from the bottom of her heart when she saw that her good friend's incurable disease was finally getting better.

After all, in the past, Dina Zedai would have to lie on the hospital bed for several days if she had a little bit of wind and cold, let alone eating smoothies.

"No! I'm telling you this because I trust you. This is a secret. You can't tell it to my parents." Upon hearing this, Dina Zedai waved her hands in a panic.

"Hahaha! Miss, it's just talk! It's rare that your condition improves, where do you want to go?! I'll carry you there!"

Disiya looked up and laughed a few times when she saw Dina Zedai's panicked look.

In the past, Disiya had never made any jokes to Dina Zedai for fear of surprising her. Today, she achieved her goal.

"Huh..., I was scared to death."

"I don't need you to carry it. I have found a good group of people and we can hold the Flower Goddess Festival this year!"

"Oh? Can you take me with you?"

Among the two people joking, a third person was inserted.

(End of this chapter)