Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 93: Four amulet slots are still too many.
After the audience with the two fingers, Lu Mingfei found himself in a state of idleness: his armor and weapons were still being repaired by the old man Xiu Gu, and he could not set off immediately.

He wandered aimlessly around the round-table hall like a street urchin. Just as he was getting bored and almost counting the gaps between the bricks in the wall, an unexpected voice came from behind him.

"Yo!"

Lu Mingfei looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure leaning against the wall in a dim corner of the hall. Her wheat-colored skin glowed with a healthy sheen in the dim light, and she was tall, well-proportioned, and had beautiful lines. It was Neferi Lu, the female warrior from the Wildlands.

"The faded one who controls the storm, we meet again."

Lu Mingfei never expected to run into Neferi here:

What are you doing here? Have you completed your mission?

He remembered that Neferri seemed to have gone to investigate Stoneville.

Neferi shrugged:

"Someone was too quick and cut off Lord Stoneville's head first. By the time I got to the depths, that guy who defiled the wind could only writhe on the ground like a maggot."

I naturally had no reason to stay there.

Lu Mingfei suddenly realized Neferi's identity; she was the strange girl with ears tattooed all over her armor—the adopted daughter of Sir Gideon, the Hundred Wisdoms.

Gideon claimed to be the de facto administrator of the Round Table Hall and one of the most ambitious leaders among the Faded Ones. Lu Mingfei's impression of him wasn't particularly good. Since he was one of the Faded Ones vying for the throne, sending his subordinates to scout out the enemy's position in the demigod's fortress was perfectly normal.

But why send his adopted daughter to such a dangerous place? Is it because he has absolute confidence in Neferi's strength, or is he simply treating her as a handy tool that can be discarded when it gets dull?

Lu Mingfei clicked his tongue inwardly. In our region, how many of the adopted sons and daughters of famous figures in historical novels actually met a good end? The bloody examples could almost fill a book titled "The Tragic Biographies of Adopted Sons and Daughters."

Well, after all, she's one of our Storm faction, so let's take care of her. In this bloody, messed-up world, it's rare to see someone as pure as Neferi.

Seeing that Lu Mingfei didn't speak, Neferi took something out of her bag and waved it in front of him:
"I think that guy is you, isn't he?"

Lu Mingfei nodded in affirmation without hesitation. Facing those clear, honest eyes, as pure as the wind, lying seemed both superfluous and sordid.

Moreover, since even the two fingers and the unfinished finger already knew, Gideon, as the actual controller of the Round Table Hall, had no reason not to sense the truth of the matter.

Neferi's smile seemed to widen slightly. She didn't say anything, but tilted her head, flicked her wrist, and gently tossed the object over. Lu Mingfei instinctively reached out and caught it steadily.

It feels slightly cool and heavy to the touch; it's an iron badge. The main body is in the shape of an ancient sword, surrounded by abstract outlines of various weapons such as knives, spears, and axes, resembling a miniature graveyard.

He held his breath and stared intently at the badge:

"The Amulet of Many Weapons. An iron amulet made from a block of many weapons. An amulet inspired by the famous weapon of the vengeful hero—the Alien Greatsword."

Neferi's voice rang out calmly:
"I found this in Grek's limb-setting room. Now that you've defeated Grek, it's yours... Don't refuse it. I don't want to become a battlefield scavenger."

Lu Mingfei was somewhat moved.

"Thank you very much."

He didn't politely decline; he simply nodded solemnly.

He knew that for a warrior like Neferi, accepting this sentiment openly was the greatest respect he could show to her and to this prize. This understanding was something he had learned little by little from the old knight.

Just as Lu Mingfei was about to put the talisman back into his spatial storage, Neferi suddenly spoke up, her voice carrying a hint of confirmation:
"Amulet, you know how to use it, right?"

Lu Mingfei looked puzzled and subconsciously asked:
"What?" He thought this thing was like the Golden Rune, something that could be crushed or put in his pocket and that was it.

Neferi was somewhat surprised; her clear eyes widened as she explained:

"Amulets are items made from various legends or symbols, imbued with power through ancient rituals, and possess various magical protections. They are extremely rare throughout the entire border region. I've only heard of such things from my adoptive father. You... you should know how to use them, right?"
Lu Mingfei shook his head repeatedly, his expression innocent:

"No, I've never even heard of it."

Neferi gave a "I knew it" look and replied:

"To make them work, you must use special methods to integrate them into yourself."

Lu Mingfei was stunned. This word instantly reminded him of some unpleasant images, and he blurted out:

"Mix? Does that mean eat it?"

Neferi looked at Lu Mingfei with suspicion, her open eyes revealing a "what nonsense are you talking about?" expression for the first time, her brows furrowing slightly.

Lu Mingfei blushed and quickly waved his hand:

"It's okay, it's okay, please continue, just pretend I didn't ask."

Since embarking on the path of Dragon Feast, Lu Mingfei has often had all sorts of wild thoughts in his mind, such as, "Since dragon heart can be eaten, I'm wondering if this can be eaten too."
The female warrior continued in her reply:
"Of course not, we don't eat it. We Faded Ones are just ordinary flesh and blood. Even if we ate it, there would be problems. What you need is a medium, something called a 'talisman pouch'."

"Simply place the amulet in a special leather pouch and wear it close to your body, and its power will naturally flow and bless you."

"Oh, oh," Lu Mingfei suddenly realized, like a student humbly seeking knowledge, "Then where should I look for this precious leather bag?"

"You should have met Grandma Enya by now, right?"

Neferi asked, turning her gaze toward the direction of the giant door.

Lu Mingfei nodded slightly, recalling the old woman with empty eye sockets and the wriggling giant fingers.

"It is said that she was once the king's wet nurse, and she would give the king amulet pouch, or someone who aspired to become the king."

At this point, a hint of regret flickered in Neferi's voice, but it quickly vanished:

"Unfortunately, I don't seem to have the potential to become a king."

She shrugged, looking nonchalant.

"What does that leather bag look like?"

Lu Mingfei pressed for more information, a vague idea swirling in his mind.

Neferi thought for a moment and continued in her reply:

“I was fortunate enough to see it once at my godfather’s place. It was a… well… handmade leather bag that looked quite old, shrunken and yellowed, like leather that had been tanned for a long time, with the lines of two fingers imprinted on it.”

“Double fingerprints, shrunken and yellowed,” Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, his fingers unconsciously rubbing his chin. Suddenly, he remembered something, his eyes narrowed, and his consciousness sank into his spatial dimension, searching for armor, worn weapon fragments, and even a few pieces of rag stained with unknown dirt.
The jumbled things were scattered by his thoughts, and he was like a scavenger panning for gold in a garbage dump, rummaging through a pile of debris.

(End of this chapter)