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Chapter 85, Section 84: The Legacy of the Elves, Seria in "Jealousy"

The reason I wanted to get the divine sword so early was not for any other reason than to get used to its weight in advance.

At the same time, given that it is a historical weapon, the design cannot be changed, and we must learn how to use the sword in advance.

As Gu Yuan pondered his actions—slashing, thrusting, parrying—he received an affirmative answer: the divine sword would definitely be forged within a month. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly settled.

He nodded slightly to Reinhardt, his eyes serious.

"Understood. Please tell the master that I will never forget his contribution."

"Is there anything else? If not, I'll take these things and leave now."

"Let's cooperate again next month as agreed."

As Gu Yuan stood up, having Seria sort and pack the potions and magical artifacts on the table into his backpack, Reinhardt's eyes flickered, as if he had suddenly remembered something, and he quickly stood up as well:

"Please wait, Lord Gu Yuan. Besides the potion, I have something else here that I'm sure you'll find interesting."

"This was originally my plan to put as the grand finale at the auction three months later."

"Oh? What is it?"

Gu Yuan paused, intrigued. A rare treasure? Or perhaps the grand finale? Could it be an antique?

Reinhardt clapped his hands twice, and his men immediately carried an exquisitely carved box into the private room at a slower pace.

Once it was placed on the table, Gu Yuan stared at it closely, his brows furrowing slightly as he felt the style was somewhat mismatched.

"Ahem." Reinhardt gave an elegant aristocratic bow and said solemnly:

"Please allow me to introduce this box to you. It is a treasure we discovered in a thousand-year-old ruin in the Western Region."

"It is said that the relics of the entire Elf race from the early days of mythology are sealed inside."

"Um?"

Gu Yuan's expression remained unchanged, while Celia raised her eyebrows slightly.

How come she's never heard of this? Which relic?

Reinhardt noticed the subtle expressions on her face, paused, a knowing glint in his eyes, and continued meaningfully:

"You should be aware of just how powerful the Elven race is."

"Even now, many people still believe that elves are creations of the creator goddess, which explains their exaggerated magical talents and longevity. Aren't the goddess statues enshrined in the church also in the shape of elves?"

He paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping across the two faces, before answering his own question:

"If the elves were once so dazzling, why are humans now the dominant species on the continent? The answer is actually quite simple—evolution and learning."

"The goddess's favoritism towards the elves cannot be replicated, but the wisdom left behind by the elves can be utilized by humankind."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuan finally understood Reinhardt's deeper meaning.

He looked at the box again, his curiosity growing stronger, and he subconsciously turned his head to see Celie's reaction.

Selene simply met his gaze with a sullen face, and asked in a helpless tone:

"Why are you looking at me? I've never heard of such a thing."

"Buy it if you want. I'm also curious to see what kind of 'legacy' of the elves is hidden inside."

"The Early Mythological Era"

She murmured softly, her eyes filled with a distant memory.

Seeing this, Gu Yuan withdrew his gaze, quickly calculated in his mind for a moment, then turned to Reinhardt and said bluntly:

"Tell me, how much?"

"Alas, talking about money often hurts feelings."

Reinhardt smiled and waved his hand, his eyes curving into two crescent moons, his tone as familiar and steady as that of an old friend.

He raised a finger: "In my opinion, no amount of gold coins can compare to your friendship."

"How about this, next time you deliver supplies, bring more fine salt, white sugar and spices, and I'll treat this box as a gift from you."

What he didn't say was that the supplies Gu Yuan brought had already caused a huge uproar in the aristocratic circles.

Fine salt is pure white and free of impurities, white sugar is sweet but not cloying, and spices can make ordinary dishes smell incredibly fragrant.

However, due to the limitations of the era, the nobles searched for artisans all over the continent, but no one could replicate it.

This has resulted in Gu Yuan's supply channels being unique across the entire mainland.

For Reinhardt, this connection was something he had to hold onto no matter what.

"Given away for free?"

Gu Yuan was stunned. He had prepared himself for a "major hemorrhage," but he didn't expect Reinhardt to make only this one request.

When did even businessmen become so generous?

I couldn't help but glance at him a couple more times.

Reinhardt smiled and waved his hand, not mentioning any further conditions.

Seeing this, Gu Yuan didn't ask any more questions. He reached out and took the box, finding it heavier than he had expected.

Seeing this, Celia couldn't help but rub her forehead, feeling utterly frustrated.

What's wrong with this world? Why is everyone so generous to Gu Yuan?

She had been waiting to see Gu Yuan's distress at "spending" so much money on rare items, so that she could feel a little better.

She got it without spending even half a gold coin, which made her increasingly annoyed, as if she was the only one in the world who was "suffering injustice".

"Let's go."

Gu Yuan picked up the suitcase, stood up, clearly wanting to hurry back and see what was hidden inside.

Although Celia was full of resentment, she had no sovereignty because she was wearing the Ring of Domination and had no other choice but to get up as well.

Just as Gu Yuan left the merchant guild with his spoils, Shurahat, far away in the Demon King's Castle, used his precognitive magic to finally find the most suitable person to take action.

Solitaire.

Despite lacking a title, he possessed immense power and later became a friend of the Demon King, making him one of the few rational individuals among the demons.

At the same time, the magic scattering spell she has mastered is incredibly powerful, and she almost killed Frilian in an instant, making her a rare and valuable combat asset.

When Shurahart approached her, Solitaire frowned, her initial thought being that she was unwilling.

Firstly, although she was interested in humans, she was still learning and her disguise skills were still rudimentary, so she was unsure of herself.

Secondly, "Even you failed, are you sure I can succeed? I'll be killed."

Solitaire didn't want to be cannon fodder; she wouldn't do something so thankless and exhausting.

However, being a low-ranking demon, he knew that his only option was death—Shurahat's tone was resolute.

"This matter concerns the future of the demon race, and you cannot refuse."

He turned his head, leaving no room for negotiation. "From now on, Donna, you will be in charge of teaching her how to disguise herself as a human. She can go to the capital to learn at her own pace."

"no problem."

A clear female voice rang out, and Donna, dressed in silver armor, strode into the hall with an elegant smile on her face.

Solitaire stared at her warily.

However, in the blink of an eye, Donna teleported in front of her, leaving afterimages behind her, and grabbed her arm.

"Alas!"

So fast! Before she could react, Donna lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her body instantly transformed into a dazzling bolt of lightning, flying straight towards the human capital.

"ah-"

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Solitaire flew behind her, feeling as if her body was about to be torn apart, but the next second she was protected by magic.

The speed of four hundred times the speed of sound instantly turned the two into tiny dots in the sky, leaving only a faint streak of lightning that dissipated in the air.

Everything is evolving in an orderly manner.