Chapter 208 Chapter 208: There's Hope
Chapter 208: There's Hope
Since it was a plaza within the central district, some Inquisitors were also practicing here.
But at this moment, none of them had the heart to practice anymore, neither teachers nor students.
They tacitly gave up the central area, watching intently the "duel" between the two in the middle.
No, rather than a duel, it would be more accurate to say—
"Left shoulder exposed, pull back your strength by three-tenths..."
Kevin held the greatsword with one hand, occasionally uttering some words.
In the eyes of the onlookers, FrostNova's swordsmanship had almost reached a dazzling level.
Yet that man could even offer pointers while fighting.
That greatsword always blocked the nimble ice blade with perfect timing, in a seemingly very slow manner.
Kevin actually had nothing left to teach his student. Pure technique, unless it reached Hua's level, had almost no impact on high-level combat.
Especially at his magnitude, whether there was technique or not made very little difference.
Pour in enough Honkai energy, and almost no one in this world could withstand a single strike from Judgement of Shamash.
Evaporating the sea was no joke.
The sword tip slanted into the seemingly impenetrable flurry of blades and sword shadows, accurately striking FrostNova, who looked slightly startled, from among countless mirror images.
Crack!
Cracks spread from the hilt of the ice blade, then turned into a sky full of ice crystals.
The little rabbit was sent flying backward, her toes tapping lightly several times in succession before barely managing to maintain her balance.
"Teacher, you cheated!"
A few drops of sweat still remained on her forehead, her whole little face fell. That strength and speed just now definitely belonged to the "beyond specifications" category.
"Heh, your swordsmanship is well-practiced. I can't teach you anything more."
Since they became happily married, FrostNova could clearly feel that her teacher seemed to smile more frequently.
FrostNova really liked this kind of teacher personality, but her words remained sharp.
"Ahem, sorry to interrupt your chat."
Gladiia, carrying a cloth bag on her back, inserted herself into their conversation.
Because the Saint had already given orders yesterday, the surrounding Inquisitors weren't surprised by this Abyssal Hunter either.
"As dawn greets the dawn, good morning (Aegir language). May I speak with you, Mr. Kevin?"
She performed an elegant salute, using the etiquette language of the former Aegir nobility. Even though they had been swept into the garbage heap of history, Gladiia had been very interested in these beautiful languages during her studies.
In Aegir culture, using one's own native language as a greeting during conversation was a way of showing great respect to the other party.
"Sure."
Although he didn't understand her language, Kevin, who had witnessed and even guided the birth of many cultures, could still tell that she probably meant to say "good morning"?
————————
On the deserted street,
"Thank you for your help before, Mr. Kevin. This is a token of gratitude prepared for you."
Gladiia took off the cloth bag. Today, she surprisingly didn't bring any weapons, fearing that Kevin might feel even a hint of displeasure.
Seeing her action, the man silently took a step back, as if somewhat uncomfortable with this kind of behavior.
In that vast memory, receiving thanks after giving help—such a thing could even be traced back to ancient sacrificial rituals. The things used to thank him back then were called—offerings?
"Not necessary. It was just a casual act."
Perhaps in the eyes of the Abyssal Hunters, Kevin had helped tremendously. But in reality, he was only trying to find the truth behind the turmoil from those Sea Monsters.
"Please rest assured, it's nothing valuable."
Gladiia opened the cloth bag. Inside was a set of black-and-white clothing with a unique style, and on top lay two colorful bracelets.
"......"
What did this mean?
Kevin looked at her. Those seemingly expressive eyes revealed deep confusion.
This set of clothing was exquisite. One could vaguely tell that the tailor had put considerable effort into it. Moreover, its style was indeed completely different from that on the continent, looking quite unique and eye-catching.
But no matter how dazzling it was, it couldn't change one fact.
This outfit was women's clothing!
"Ah, because I really didn't know Mr. Kevin's preferences, I could only prepare a bunch of coral bracelets. The clothes are a gift for your wife..."
Family was a rather sensitive topic.
Gladiia felt somewhat uneasy. She certainly knew the possible consequences of her series of actions.
Whether with good or bad intentions, targeting those around him would more or less leave some discomfort.
"Did Kal'tsit teach you this?"
Kevin looked at Gladiia standing there, almost frozen stiff. A barely noticeable curve appeared on his face.
But that piercing gaze undoubtedly added another layer of pressure on Gladiia.
"Uh, yes... because..."
Gladiia was momentarily at a loss for words. The other party recognized the source of the idea so quickly that her pre-prepared remarks were rendered useless.
Seeing her troubled expression, Kevin didn't press her further and amiably accepted the cloth bag.
"Even the size is so fitting. Apart from me and her..."
Probably no one else could be this meticulous. That Feline really knew a lot.
Kevin looked at this exquisite and elegant attire. Even with his fifty thousand years of experience, this garment that combined magnificence and simplicity could still rank high in design.
Compared to vulgar things like money, he actually preferred seeing these special "gifts of thanks."
"She should be very happy. I'll accept these."
"Good. I'm glad you like them."
Gladiia deeply exhaled. The heavy stone pressing on her heart was finally lifted.
In just this short while, her back was already soaked through. That pressure was even more exaggerated than during the operation to hunt the Sea God.
To put it bluntly, in the end, only Skadi faced the giant creature alone; the others mostly just broke through gaps in the Sea Monster tide.
She would rather hunt a thousand more Sea Monsters than face Kevin under such circumstances again.
This time was unavoidable; forced by circumstances, she had no choice but to take this risky move.
"Mhm."
Kevin put away the cloth bag and turned to leave step by step.
Gladiia didn't bring it up proactively because from the very beginning, she had defined the meaning of this gift as:
"A token of gratitude"!
Not payment. So she could only watch Kevin's back as he slowly walked away.
Gladiia wanted to call out to him but didn't know where to start.
"Sigh, these things can't be rushed after all. Looking on the bright side, at least we've established the most basic rapport."
She tried to soothe her own mind. Matters concerning her teammates' and her own fate made this calm praetor inevitably lose some composure.
"This afternoon, after lunch. Meet at Kal'tsit's medical room."
A voice drifted from afar. Gladiia's expression gradually changed from surprise to joy, then turned into relief.
Everyone... has hope now.
No comments yet
Be the first to share your thoughts!