Luo Binhan did not expect that he would get the answer smoothly. And Yaleriga really didn't intend to reveal her secrets on a spellcaster's territory. She leaned her body towards Luo Binhan, supported her head with her hands, and looked at his face carefully and with interest. That would surely make any male who could appreciate her beauty sit on edge, whether out of admiration or alarm.
"I'll tell you on the boat." She whispered, her breath blowing slightly on Luo Binhan's face.
"Great." Luo Binhan said, "Then what should we do now? Just wait for the young master and his fellow villagers to come out? Can't we make good use of this time to do something interesting?"
"what you up to?"
"I want to do something special to you."
Yaleriga twisted her body. Her tail was completely hidden now, and it was impossible to tell if it was wagging menacingly. There was a hint of curiosity in her eyes, like a cheetah looking at the antelope dancing in front of her. Luo Binhan found that he couldn't help but like her animal-like eyes, and it was really hard for him to be angry with the owner of these eyes for a long time.
He reached into his coat, took out the scimitar-shaped dagger, and waved it in front of Yaleriga's eyes.
"Can you explain this to me?" he said. "I found this thing to be much more useful than I expected - I mean, it was overly useful. It didn't feel like something I should be using. And these patterns on it, I heard that they are words, like a name. Tristra or something. I think unless Deborah also gave herself another fancy name, this dagger has another story?"
"Faithley."
"What?"
"Your mage friend mispronounced it. That word is pronounced Faislai."
Luo Binhan pursed his lips. Yaleriga basically admitted that she knew about this. She politely inherited this token of love from her deadbeat ex-boyfriend, but she wasn't as clueless as she described. Is even that story she told in the past true? Did this dagger once belong to a descendant of Deborah?
"This actually has nothing to do with me," Luo Binhan said, "but if this matter has nothing to do with Deborah Villa, you can tell me earlier. This will allow me to estimate the situation more accurately. You know, it was almost Taken away by a Dwarf, okay? If I'd known this thing was that special, I'd have at least tried to hide it."
"So how did you stop it from being taken away?"
Luo Binhan refused to answer the question and pretended not to see Yaleriga's burning eyes. Momolo, who was watching, said happily: "I know this, Ms. Yalay! Mr. Luo did a very remarkable thing, that is, he and Asa..."
Luo Binhan tightly covered his mouth and escorted him, together with the baby in his arms, to the most remote seat in the entire performance hall. Luo Binhan severely accused him of being mentally controlled by Dwarf Star Guest. If he wanted to prove his innocence, he had to sit alone for twenty minutes to show that his strong control was not to be invaded. Momolo couldn't wait to start this justice experience, and Luo Binhan returned to Yaleriga to continue his negotiations about the dagger. He rubbed the top and bottom of his lips against each other vigorously, like boxers clashing their gloves before a fight. Yaleriga squinted her eyes, and there was a happy breath on her lips.
"That dagger belongs to Villar." She said before Luo Binhan could speak, "The story you heard is true."
"but?"
"Trislai was never born into this world."
"So this is a fictitious name? Someone just carved it on a knife when they had nothing to do?"
"They are in memory of her," Yaleriga said, "but we have no way of knowing what she might have done. Only a few special creatures know her. This knife is a sacrificial weapon... Everything killed by this weapon is sacrificed. Sacrifice it to her."
"What nonsense is this? Is she a fictitious creature?"
"She is an alternative history, but for us her story never happened."
Luo Binhan stopped pacing in front of Yaleriga. At that moment he seemed to vaguely grasp something. All the things he learned in the Yongguang Clan classroom came to mind. He still didn't understand the principle of this matter, but he no longer seemed so unreasonable about Yaleriga's words.
"So who made this dagger?"
Yaleriga shook her head. When Luo Binhan expressed doubts, she said: "It does not follow our history. Maybe there is no maker, or it comes from a creature that can remember dreams. If you want to know which one is the answer, you can only find it." That cat’s owner. Don’t do it.”
Luo Binhan did listen to her advice. He was far from interested in this matter to the extent that he was willing to risk his life, so he nodded and prepared to put the dagger back into his coat. He had already pulled up a corner of his coat, and suddenly paused.
"I still don't understand why you gave it to me," he said to Yaleriga, "just to defend myself?"
"It was the easiest option."
"What if someone snatches it away? Since it is a rare treasure?"
“It will not be taken from you unless you give it freely.”
"I can still give it back to you, you know, right? If you want to take back the epic equipment your damn ex compensated you for, it definitely belongs to you. I just need to stop being left alone."
Yaleriga played her own horn, as if she didn't think the question was worth answering. Luo Binhan asked without giving up: "Don't you think this is a bit too extravagant?"
"No. It's in its proper place. I'm happy with it."
There was no suspense in the ending. Luo Binhan reluctantly inserted the dagger back into its old position. He didn't know what Yaleriga wanted to do, but this incident reminded him of a story about a pet cat, about how a cat ignored an expensive cat climbing frame but was obsessed with sending cat climbing frames. Comes with carton. There is ample evidence that Yaleriga has feline ancestry.
He called Momolo back from a distance, and announced somewhat guiltily that the latter had passed the sudden test. During this period, the child in Momolo's arms had woken up from a short rest and looked at the few people around him quietly. Its eyes were innocent, but Luo Binhan was still a little awkward, and he always seemed to be able to see some other meaning from the depth of his eyes. He pretended not to notice at first, but in the end he couldn't help but keep staring at him until Jing Huang fell from the sky and plummeted from the empty ceiling. He was as graceful as a red crane falling on the lake, and the back of Luo Binhan's neck was lucky. Become the driftwood on which it rests.
"Get off!" he shouted angrily, slapping the foot that was stepping on him with his backhand. Jing Huang jumped down and sat next to Yaleriga's hand. Luo Binhan looked over the back of Yaleriga's neck to observe him, but could not read any information from that gloomy face.
"What's the outcome of the negotiation?" he asked completely deliberately, "When are we going to continue running away?"
"...I have to go back to the Wuyuan Territory first."
Luo Binhan made an expression of extreme surprise, but he was thinking about what Fake had talked to him in Mao's belly. Everything was undoubtedly planned. The bald man could have told the most important thing in Jiao Shuyuan Port, but he chose to keep his trump card in the city. Maybe he thought the trump card had to be thrown by someone Jing Huang really feared, maybe because he knew Jing Huang would beat him up no matter what happened. But, no matter what, everything is according to the bald head's plan.
"Are we going back too?" he asked pretending to be stupid.
"nonsense."
"How long will it take for us to go back?"
"...It won't take long. Just find the person you're looking for. As soon as you figure out the whereabouts of that guy, you'll be on your way immediately and never give her a chance to show off. And you."
Jing Huang raised his head and looked at him particularly gloomily. Until this moment, Luo Binhan still pretended that he didn't know where all this would lead. He plays the role of an ignorant and confused mortal with a most uncanny patience. That seemed to make Jing Huang even more unhappy. He knew this too. At this moment he actually felt that he had become Farke's accomplice.
"You," Jing Huang said stiffly, "do you want to go back to Lihai City for a visit?"
