Can a Frankenstein's monster be an adventurer?

Chapter 111 Frostmourne and Fire's Joy

Breakfast gradually came to an end amidst laughter and cheerful conversation.

Rom wiped his mouth, his expression turning serious.

He pulled a crumpled piece of parchment from his pocket, made room between the plate and the cup, and unfolded the paper: "Now that everyone is here and we've finished eating, let's get down to business."

Rough terrain lines were drawn on the parchment, with several key locations circled in charcoal. Rom pointed to the largest circle with his index finger. "The western mine, thousands of years ago, was rich in [Fire Marrow Magic Crystals]. It had four layers of tunnels, the deepest of which was said to be several thousand meters deep. However, after the mine was abandoned, no one has gone down there since. Only the surface tunnels are still connected to the outside world."

Emily floated over, clutching a half-eaten apple core, tilting her head to examine the map closely: "So, the place where the green-skinned ugly monster lives is this first level of the mine?"

Rom lowered his voice, his fingers unconsciously touching the hilt of his sword on his back: "Not necessarily—in recent years, this mine has transformed into a [Time Vortex Rift]. Inside, the flow of time is chaotic and disordered, twisting like a vortex, with the past and present intertwined. Different areas may be at different points in time, and no one knows what the mine is like now—"

Luo Lan swallowed his food and looked at Rom: "That goblin Griff also mentioned goblin shamans," we need to be careful about that. If it masters some method of using "time vortexes," will things get worse?

Rom's expression was somewhat grim: "That's the worst-case scenario. Those bizarre goblins tainted with the aura of chaos are troublesome enough. If among these beasts there's a shaman who can communicate with the power of the Rift, then the actual danger might be beyond imagination—"

Emily flew above the sketch and pointed to the circle Rom had drawn representing the depths of the mine: "What are you afraid of! You're not going just because it's dangerous? Those ugly villains should be caught as soon as possible! So they won't do anything bad in secret again."

Looking at this impatient little devil, Luo Lan couldn't help but think:

With the resurrection ability of the World Tree's blessing, this fairy has the confidence to take on adventures.

But most people wouldn't be as reckless as Emily. After thinking for a moment, Roland suggested, "Let's scout ahead first. First, we need to confirm if the goblin's lair is really near the mine. Second, based on the goblins' fighting strength, we can decide whether to engage them now—if all else fails, the Emerald Council's Purifier team will arrive in ten days, right, Emily?"

Hearing Luo Lan's question, Emily proudly puffed out her little chest: "Of course! Emily will personally deliver the message to them, they will definitely come!"

Rom nodded, his expression turning serious, and concluded, "The western mine is about a two-hour walk from the village. Brother Rom, and little sister Emily, if you're ready, let's set off. Let's try to find out what's going on in that [Time Vortex Rift] before sunset today."

Not hearing Rom mention his name, Ollie stood up and raised his hand: "Master, am I not going? You taught me before that a guardian cannot back down."

The old soldier tapped Ollie on the shoulder with the scabbard of his iron sword: "You brat, what are you going to do! Brother Luo Lan might have been lucky enough to save you once, but can he save you every time?"

Seeing his apprentice's frustrated expression, Rom softened his tone and continued, "Sometimes, distinguishing between courage and recklessness is a form of growth. Besides, you can protect the village alongside Willard; aren't you also protecting others?"

"An old man, yet he speaks so eloquently. What about you?"

The proprietress came out of the kitchen at some point, walked over to Rom, and casually picked a blade of grass off the back of his collar.

Facing Luo Lan with a solemn expression, he said, "Mr. Luo Lan, that mine is very strange. I'm begging you, if things really can't be done, bring this old guy back. A village can be rebuilt, but a person is truly gone."

Luo Lan nodded to the landlady. Even without her saying anything, if the situation became critical, not only Luo Mu, but he himself would have retreated.

Rom glanced back at the landlady behind him with a mischievous look, found a topic to start a conversation, and prepared to slip away: "Well, now that the plan is set, let's go to the village entrance and meet up with Willard, and get some more calming powder to resist the corruption of chaos."

After listening, Luo Lan stood up from his seat, his tone and movements extremely casual: "Then let's go. I'll go to the village entrance to find that goblin Griff and buy some supplies."

He patted his chest with his right hand, and a flash of orange light appeared on the fist-sized, dense metal piece under the lining.

"Click click click one"

As Luo Lan moved, metal plates shot out from his chest in all directions.

Luo Lan strode towards the door, and as she walked, the armor plates snapped into place one after another.

The shoulder armor is fastened, the arm armor is wrapped, and the leg armor extends down in two lines from the waist.

As Luo Lan pushed open the tavern door, the helmet rose from the back of her neck, the visor settled, and the morning light shone on the silver metal surface, reflecting a cold light.

Luo Lan felt it was nothing.

But this seemingly magical armor-wearing maneuver left Ollie, who was following behind, completely dumbfounded.

"So handsome!"

The group had already walked quite a distance when the boy finally realized what was happening and jogged to catch up.

Oli leaned closer, his eyes fixed on the rune disc on Roland's chest. He was practically jumping for joy, his voice trembling with excitement: "Uncle Roland, this armor—how does it remember your body shape? Does it have a soul? Uncle, when I become stronger, can I get a set of armor like this too? Even if... even if it only generates one hand, that would be great!"

Rom, who was walking at the front of the group, also glanced at Rom's "novel" way of wearing armor with a bit of amazement.

The veteran turned his head, his gaze lingering on the rune on Luo Lan's chest for a moment, a glint of discerning eye flashing in his eyes, and he let out a heartfelt exclamation: "This level of enchanted armor—Brother Luo Lan, I didn't realize your armor was so extraordinary just a couple of days ago."

Emily, who was flying nearby, was even more direct.

A short flash of light streaked across the sky, and the little fairy had already teleported to Luo Lan's chest, maintaining the same backward flight speed as Luo Lan in mid-air.

She stretched out her delicate white hand and tapped it repeatedly on the glowing rune on Luo Lan's chest: "? Luo Lan, why isn't anything changing when I tap it?"

As Luo Lan walked forward, she answered, "Because this is controlled by my mental power. Pressing the rune on my chest is just a habit of mine."

After saying that, Luo Lan had a sudden thought.

As Luo Lan walked slowly, the full suit of heavy armor flowed backward like the receding tide, rushing back down his limbs and instantly shrinking back into the rune disc on his chest.

"Wow!"

Oli exclaimed again, even daring to reach out and touch Roland's chest, but was immediately glared at by Rom and could only obediently put his hand back to the seam of his pants.

With another thought, Luo Lan caused the metal scales to surge, and the armor covered her again.

Emily clapped her hands happily in mid-air, her laughter ringing out: "Fun, fun! Let me show you Emily's—"

Emily's abrupt words prompted Luo Lan to ask in confusion, "Your what?"

Emily blinked her heterochromatic eyes innocently: "My equipment! Roland, yours can transform, and so can Emily's!"

As she spoke, Emily reached behind her and touched the base of her pair of red and blue butterfly wings.

Then, she pulled it outwards with force.

"Pop!"

A crisp sound.

With swift and decisive movements, Emily actually plucked off the pair of beautiful butterfly wings from her back!

"ah??"

Now it was Luo Lan's turn to exclaim in surprise.

Oli was so frightened that he stumbled and almost bumped into Rom's broad back, his mouth agape as if he could fit an egg in it.

The boy stammered, "This—this is also controlled by mental power?"

That wasn't all. Emily casually tossed the pair of wings to her sides.

The red wings began to melt the moment they left the hand, their flame-like patterns shattering into countless fiery red particles of light that swirled and gathered in the air, eventually coalescing into a small flame the size of a fist.

The flame opened its two beady eyes and jumped merrily twice on Emily's head.

The blue wings fell in the opposite direction, and the frosty blue scales spread in the air, condensing into a round little snowball.

A wrinkled little face floated on the surface of the snowball, its mouth turned down, looking as gloomy as if the whole world owed it money.

Emily maintained her wingless state and was still able to glide steadily in mid-air.

She stretched out her fingers and played with the tiny flame and snowball, occasionally tossing them high in the air: "How about it? My [Frostmourne] and [Fire Delight], aren't they fun?"

Looking at Emily, whose wings had suddenly disappeared, Luo Lan felt extremely uncomfortable and asked in astonishment, "Wait, Emily, you don't have wings, so how can you still fly?"

Emily pouted and spread her little hands confidently: "Luo Lan, you're so silly! Haven't you read 'The Encounters of Magical Creatures'? We fairies, of course, fly using wind elements! And—"

As she spoke, Emily spread her arms to show her size, and then patted the spot where her wings no longer existed.

"Even from a general biological perspective, two butterfly wings like those shouldn't be able to support a creature my size, right?"

Luo Lan felt once again that she couldn't keep up with the fairies' train of thought. She opened her mouth, but found herself unable to refute: "Then why do you fairies wear wings? Or is it only you, Emily, who has them?"

"Of course they all have wings! If they didn't have wings, would they still be fairies? Some old-fashioned fairies even like those heavy oak wings, which make them look like clumsy beetles when they fly—oh right, we also hold a wing fashion show under the World Tree every year—"

As Emily spoke, she seemed to remember something and a look of deep regret crossed her face.

"Unfortunately, my carefully prepared Frostmourne and Fire Delight this year lost to the Black Wings of Judgment, which imitates the wings of your Holy Kingdom's angels, and I only got second place."

At this point, Emily reached out and grabbed the happy little flame and the sad little snowball floating beside her.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Emily held the two elemental bodies in her hands and kneaded them a few times like dough.

The fiery red and frosty blue light merged in her palm, stretching back into the outline of two thin wings.

It flapped its wings behind its back.

"Pop".

With another crisp sound, Emily was whole again.

The moment they joined, a dazzling burst of light exploded from the base of the wings, and the red and blue butterfly wings unfurled again, fluttering twice in the morning light.

Emily spun around in mid-air, shook her newly assembled wings, and scattered a shower of red and blue phosphorescent powder.

"Look, this is a design that took me a long time to make. Isn't it beautiful? Luo Lan, if you want one, I can take you to the World Tree later and pick out a pair for you!"

The little fairy showed off with great satisfaction.

[Holy crap, it's so hot it's practically sprouting wings!]

Seeing this scene, Luo Lan was completely stunned.

[A fairy, terrifying indeed?!]