Chapter 543: Chapter 100: The Ball_3 Chapter 543: Chapter 100: The Ball_3 The battle at The Styx had not long passed before the Firestarter parted ways with the White Lion, leading the Terdon Tribe’s cavalry back to the “Grasslands South of the River”.
But he had actually not left at all and instead, with five hundred elite riders, hid in a ravine near the Red River Tribe’s camp.
This was a severe provocation, like a mere sheet of paper separating it from starting a fight.
“How did it go?” Seeing the old Translator return, the Firestarter couldn’t wait to ask, “What did that guy say?”
“As calm as wood, as cold as stone,” the old Translator said with a grave face. “The last time I saw him, he was shallow like pond water. This time, I couldn’t see through him at all.”
The Firestarter was at a loss, “Then what should we do? Echegke, should we still make a move to snatch the person?”
Not to mention people from the Red River Tribe, even the low-level members of the Terdon Tribe would be startled if they heard their leader call the Translator “Echegke”.
Echegke, meaning “father” in the language of the Hurd.
Considering the former leader of the Terdon Tribe hadn’t ended up hanging the old Translator from a tree and shooting him with arrows, what the Firestarter meant was probably “foster father”.
The Firestarter’s quiver bearers were accustomed to this, clearly the so-called “Translator” was not just a simple translator.
The old Translator pondered and said, “There’s another possibility, that kid might truly know nothing. That’s why I couldn’t see through him.”
“What do we do then?” The Firestarter panicked, “If he also doesn’t know, where do we look for the Gold Figurine for the Heavenly Sacrifice?”
“The worst possibility is that the figurine was taken away by traitors,” the old Translator sorted out his thoughts. “The head of the figurine was chopped off, so it’s likely the other parts were disassembled too. Broken into pieces, it wouldn’t be hard to take away. Another possibility is that after being disassembled, it was buried or even sunk in the water.”
“What if it really was taken by bipeds?” The Firestarter’s voice had already reached a pitch of desperation.
“Why the panic?” the old Translator scolded with a stern face, “That gold figurine can neither produce foals nor can it kill; it’s just a lump of gold! In this fight, we acquired one thousand five hundred sets of armor, countless weapons. As long as we can recover, even without the Gold Figurine for the Heavenly Sacrifice, who can do anything to us? If we were weak, having the figurine would still result in it being taken.”
“So what do we do? Do we still snatch the person?”
“No, right now we and the Red River Tribe are as close as lips and teeth. Given the kid’s worth, it’s not yet worth the risk of provoking war with the Red River Tribe by force. It’s best to make the White Lion hand over the person himself, and we must be careful not to let the White Lion get wind of the Heavenly Sacrifice Gold Figurine.”
“Alright.” The Firestarter nodded repeatedly.
“The traitors retreated so decisively, I can’t be sure they didn’t take the gold with them,” the old Translator slapped his thigh, “Let’s go! To the banks of The Styx! Send people out, search the traitors’ retreat route. I refuse to believe we can’t find any traces.”
The Firestarter’s five hundred elite riders sprang into action, rolling up their bedrolls, leading their horses, and racing toward the banks of The Styx.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Sea Blue City, Navarre Manor.
Catherine walked into Anna’s room with high spirits, only to see her sister looking haggard, sitting in front of the dressing table and flipping through a stack of letters, causing her to become somewhat annoyed.
She lay on Anna’s bed, looking at the embroidered pattern on her canopy, teasing her sister, “Tsk tsk tsk, still pining for your lover? While you’re here playing the tragedienne, he might already have forgotten you completely, getting all cozy with some Paratu trollop!”
These were Anna’s two biggest taboos:
The first was lying on her bed without permission — of course, she had never given permission;
The second was malicious attacks on the mysterious Mr. W.M.—there were no non-malicious attacks.
Whenever Catherine wanted to infuriate her sister, she would resort to these two tactics, and they never failed.
But today, for some reason, Anna, who usually would have reacted immediately, was completely unmoved.
She still sat stupidly in front of the dressing table, flipping through the letters.
Catherine was nearing the point of insanity with irritation.
She jumped off the bed, snatched the letters from Anna’s hand without explanation, and scolded her sister, “It’s just a first love, what’s the big deal? Is it worth being so sad and heartbroken?”
“Alright,” Anna said in a weary voice, “Stop it, give them back to me.”
“Watch me burn them all!”
Anna fell silent, burying her face in the dressing table, sobbing softly.
“The more you give, the greater the hurt,” Catherine said, becoming angrier as she spoke, “Only by not giving your heart can you never get hurt. Do you really think you, me, and Olivia will marry for love? Are you a five-year-old? We are the heiresses of the Navarre family; our marriages must be carefully considered. The slightest carelessness can lead to an abyss. Mom even says you’re more mature than me, but how come you hand over your heart to everyone you meet. My God! How can you be so naive!”
Anna’s crying grew louder, and Catherine also started to feel sad.
She sat next to Anna, hugging her sister’s shoulders, “Alright, alright, stop crying. It’s all my fault. I’m the wicked witch, and you’re the pure princess. Would Her Highness like to go dancing with me? Mrs. Morlock just sent someone with an invitation, asking for both of us to attend.” Follow current novels on NoveIＦire.net
Catherine’s fingers brushed through Anna’s messy hair, clinging to her sister and cooing, “Let’s dress up magnificently today, and we’ll surely overshadow those three dumb girls from the Morlock family. If it helps, I’ll tone it down today and let you be the star, okay? I’ll concede for one day, allowing you to be the most dazzling lady in Sea Blue. Maybe you’ll meet a handsome young man at the dance, and soon you’ll forget Mr. M.”