NOVPUBChapter 475: Chapter 415: The Knight’s Sword
The archaeologist’s eyes widened in shock!
At this moment, she was like a prisoner deep within a cage, surrounded by dense, soaring blood vines, with no chance to escape or dodge!
In the moment of crisis, she had no time to worry about the falling book; she stamped fiercely on the platform beneath her feet, and a strong wave of energy dispersed outward.
Whoosh—
Just as the blood vines were about to envelop her, the spreading energy wave powerfully repelled them.
The tightly bunched blood vines were forced apart and scattered, opening up like blooming flower buds.
Afterward, the archaeologist hurriedly looked toward her book.
However, the blood vine that launched the sneak attack had wrapped around the black-covered book and flung it toward the ground along the edge of the blood pool, where it landed amid a group of knight’s armor.
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The archaeologist: “…”
If you say that no one is controlling these blood vines, I won’t believe it!
At that moment, the archaeologist’s mind raced!
The knight’s armor chose this exact moment to awaken, not earlier, not later, and the blood pool did not act when she had just leapt into the air, but precisely at this time—
When she was putting away the book—when she was taking out the book?
Was the person in the shadows interested in the book in her hands?
Why would she think that?
Could it be because, after she entered the staircase, or perhaps after entering the underground space, her frequent perusal of the book aroused the suspicions of the person behind the scenes?
Only this could explain the sudden turn of events.
If it really was so, then it also meant one thing—the person had been watching her every move! 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑝𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Thinking of this, the archaeologist felt a chill run down her spine!
The adversary had been watching her enter the underground space, observing as she slowly explored the area, and even the flickering lights in the corridors of the castle might have been deliberately designed to lure her in!
The person was manipulating her thoughts and actions!
What was even more terrifying was that the person had allowed her to approach the cross-shaped greatsword, probably confident that she would not be able to pull it out.
Unable to draw the sword and facing the threat of the dozen or so suits of knight’s armor around the blood pool, she had to think of another way to break through this situation!
And her only method was to “inquire”!
Had the person behind the scenes already fully grasped the function of that book?!
The archaeologist’s expression changed several times, finally settling into a dark glare as she loudly said, “Too bad, even if you snatch that thing away, you won’t be able to use it!”
As she spoke, she raised her hand slightly and the book lying on the shore flew towards her on its own.
But it was caught by the blood vine midway.
The book, bound by the blood vine, couldn’t fly over and was instead trembling violently, moving back and forth in the tug-of-war between the two forces.
However, it wasn’t a solution to remain in this deadlock indefinitely.
After realizing that the person behind the scenes was interested in her book, the archaeologist felt somewhat more grounded amidst her nervousness.
She gave up calling the book back and said, “If you really want this thing, it’s not like I can’t give it to you.”
After her words fell, the blood vine flung the book back onto the shore, and in the next moment, it struck at her like lightning!
The archaeologist was startled and hit back at the blood vine that rushed to her face, but as she fended off the attack from the front, she felt a strong gust of wind from behind!
Just when she thought the person behind the scenes intended to kill her and take the book directly, the blood vine that whizzed by her neck only seemed to brush past it.
The archaeologist quickly turned to see what the blood vine in the air had shattered.
The tiny fragments were refracted by the light from the blood pool.
It seemed as if they had been grasped from her body?
Subconsciously, the archaeologist reached out to touch her slightly chilly collar, but before she had time to ponder what it could be, she abruptly turned to look at the living area of the underground space.
There, on the velvet-upholstered armchair, sat a relaxed figure.
The girl was dressed in a dark red riding outfit, leaning against the back of the chair with a lazy pose, her right leg propped up, one hand supporting her chin, and the other playing with her book attractively, her mouth curved in a slight smile as if quite amused.
She sat there quietly, with no indication of when she had appeared.
The archaeologist’s pupils contracted as she spoke in a low voice, “It was indeed you, Cerys…
the master of Prague Castle, the end destination of the Evil Spirit, the witch of blood and darkness…”
“Hold on, hold on, hold on.”
Xu Shuo looked up and was not surprised that she had discovered his identity, but he was somewhat puzzled and said, “There’s no need to list so many titles, just Cerys is fine.
So, what’s your name?”
Upon hearing this, the archaeologist’s gaze flickered slightly, “If that’s the case, my name shouldn’t be significant either, it’s merely a code name after all.”
Xu Shuo raised an eyebrow; this person was certainly more cautious than the Traveling Poet.
Of course, it might also be because she understood witches better.
Xu Shuo didn’t pursue the matter of the name any further.
He was flipping through the book he had just acquired, but this time, he couldn’t put it into the prop section of the Player’s Handbook.
[Contracted props cannot be picked up.]
No wonder the archaeologist was so sure he couldn’t use it.
Not to mention using it, he couldn’t even take it away.
However, Xu Shuo didn’t plan to return the book for the time being.
He tossed it to the Blood Vine to bind it, then looked over at the archaeologist and propped his chin, smiling, “So, what are your conditions?”
The archaeologist breathed a slight sigh of relief.
She was covering her pierced right wrist with her left hand, while her right palm was always pressing on the pommel of the heavy cross sword.
If the other party didn’t want to negotiate, she wasn’t opposed to trying to use this sword as sword collateral.
Of course, things hadn’t gotten that bad yet.
She hurried to take the opportunity to say, “I have no intention of being your enemy, I just want to know, where is the handwritten letter the Green Knight wrote to you?”
“A letter?” Xu Shuo raised an eyebrow.
So this was the archaeologist’s mission?
But after carefully reviewing Cerys’s memories, Xu Shuo found there was no such thing as a “letter.”
So, he honestly shook his head and said, “Alex never wrote me any letter, the item you’re looking for doesn’t exist.”
The archaeologist was taken aback by this, then said urgently, “Impossible!
You definitely have a handwritten letter from Green…perhaps, perhaps I remembered it wrong, was it actually a letter you wrote to the Green Knight?”
“I think you should figure out exactly what it is you want.
Whether it’s a letter that Alex wrote to me, or one that I wrote to him, neither exists,” Xu Shuo spoke leisurely.
“This can’t be…” the archaeologist murmured to herself.
She reviewed her mission carefully to make sure she hadn’t misunderstood it: there definitely was a piece of Green’s Handwritten Notes in Prague Castle!
Such a straightforward mission couldn’t possibly have a textual trap.
Could there be a third “Green” here?
Aside from the two protagonists in the narrative, there shouldn’t be any others, and the script wouldn’t create missions that weren’t part of the main story!
Thinking of this, the archaeologist narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at the girl not far away and said in a deep voice, “Cerys, I only have this one condition.
If you’re not planning to trade, then I can’t possibly give you that book.”
She suspected the witch was hiding it deliberately!
After all, from the story’s perspective, the witch should have deep feelings for the Green Knight; it was natural for her to not want to hand over the letter.
The archaeologist’s thoughts were in turmoil, becoming more convinced as she pondered!
“You should not question me, especially given your current predicament,” Xu Shuo looked at her coldly, his pitch-black eyes devoid of any emotion, as if he was looking at a dead object.
“…” The archaeologist suddenly stiffened.
She clenched her fist, pushing down the restless irritation bubbling inside.
She intended to take a deep breath to calm down, but her nose was filled with the strong smell of blood, almost choking her!
The archaeologist immediately felt even more annoyed…
She said in a low voice, “I’m very sorry, but this is indeed my only condition.”
Xu Shuo cocked his head, eyeing the archaeologist in the middle of the Blood Pool for a good while before his gaze suddenly fell to the heavy cross sword that she was constantly pressing upon.
Then, Xu Shuo mused, “From the beginning until the end, Alex only left me his own sword.”
Upon hearing this, the archaeologist was startled, then her eyes brightened!
But then came the problem…
She couldn’t pull out that sword!!
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