Chapter 759: 138. The Truth About the Banquet_2

“Paimon, right, that’s the name. She’s not…”

Mr. Fisher nodded, his eyes also serious, as he seemed to be able to roughly surmise the situation at the celebration banquet,

“Previously, we read in the Troll Species’ texts that there were a total of five ‘Stars’ that invaded the Northern Realm—two from Northern Heaven, two from the North Heaven Pole, and one from the Southern Sky. Based on the humans’ rough Rank system, they were but five Mythical Creatures between the Fifteenth and Seventeenth Rank. Even so, they managed to devastate the well-prepared Northern Realm… Yet that Paimon, she is a Demon God of the Nineteenth Rank. Considering the gap in Mythical Rank, she’s many times stronger than the entire group of ‘Stars’ together.”

“So, it’s not that the Phoenixes despised humans and used them as bargaining chips in the bet, but rather, they had no choice. Betting against Paimon, the slightest misstep could have meant the annihilation of their entire clan. Paimon’s visit wasn’t a light matter for the Phoenixes; it cast a shadow of fear over what was meant to be a joyous celebration, a blatant humiliation for all living creatures of the Northern Realm, including the Phoenixes themselves.”

Cocolia looked at the clever Mr. Fisher with admiration before turning and speaking to the shocked Valentina,

“At that time, the Moon Princess left the celebration in outrage due to Paimon’s humiliation. This frightened the Phoenixes, who feared the Demon might unleash her wrath upon the wounded Northern Realm. But surprisingly, the terrifying Demon did not do so. Not only did she respectfully return the humans who were used as stakes in the bet, but she also specially painted an apology for the Moon Princess and repeatedly apologized to the Phoenix King for her impudence before leaving the Northern Realm…”

Mr. Fisher sighed, picking up where he had left off,

“Although Paimon left, the chilling atmosphere from the celebration didn’t dissipate with her… But these are old stories now. Elder Cocolia, if there’s something you want to say, just speak it directly. Why beat around the bush?”

Cocolia was taken aback for a moment, then covered his mouth and laughed, his male Troll beauty glaringly prominent in this moment, exceedingly more so than the effeminate men of the watered-down Sardinia Female Country,

“Indeed, I can’t hide it from you. No wonder the Phoenix Bloodline is drawn to you…”

“Eh?”

Sitting beside him, Valentina blushed, tightening her clothes around her, seemingly embarrassed. But upon reflection—since she had already undergone Holy Marriage with Mr. Fisher, making her his only wife—there was nothing to be shy about. She then slowly relaxed the garment covering her face.

Cocolia stopped his roundabout way of speaking, bowing his head slightly towards Mr. Fisher and Valentina, and spoke,

“Then I’ll be frank, Mr. Fisher, Miss Valentina. I have always believed it was no coincidence that you could collect the Seals from the other Five Clans. Just like us, they must be Devoutly hoping to understand the changes within the Wutong Tree, longing for the return of our past Kings. But as the years went by, all we saw were unknown curses and the ever-deepening Frost Snow, until today when you returned with the Phoenix Bloodline…”

“So, whatever the purpose of your visit to the Wutong Tree, please be sure to resolve the curse within and reveal the truth behind the Phoenixes’ demise to the world. This is the sole wish of the Six Clans for entrusting their Seals to you. Should you need any help, please ask, and we of the Troll Species will do our utmost to assist.”

Valentina opened her mouth slightly, watching the bowing Cocolia. A complex feeling suddenly surged in her heart. The Phoenixes had been extinct for nearly six thousand years, and Cocolia himself was only about two thousand five hundred years old at most, which meant that his elders had passed down their loyalty to the Phoenixes. The other Clans too had done so, more or less…

How long must time wash over the land to cleanse the Phoenixes from the earth of the Northern Realm, and could she, bearing the Phoenix Bloodline, live up to this expectation?

Feeling somewhat lost, she turned to look at Mr. Fisher, only to find him intently watching the Elder Cocolia. After a couple of seconds, he nodded and said,

“I understand. We will do our best… But before that, I need some Magic Materials—the more, the better.”

“Magic Materials? What is that?”

Cocolia lifted his head slightly upon hearing Mr. Fisher’s words, looking puzzled at Mr. Fisher before him, thrown off his usual understanding.

He had forgotten; these Trolls had moved to Sema Snow Mountain long before the Mythical War, and humans had also learned Magic from the Mother Goddess before the Mythical War. It was normal for them to be unaware, but Magic Materials were not something that appeared only after the Mythical War. These strange and wonderful mountains must have plenty, and Mr. Fisher sensed that there was some of these materials in the medicine the Trolls had given Valentina last night.

He decided to modify the “sweet dream” that Valentina gave him before heading to the Wutong Tree, at least to be able to take both himself and his soul to the rift.

“No worries, take me to your pharmacy to have a look; I need to get some medicines to use.”

“…No problem, this way please.”

Mr. Fisher stood up, gathered the Seals from the table, and said to Cocolia, intending to carve his Magic alone for a while, not convenient to take Valentina with him, so he asked her to rest here for a moment.