Free Web NovelChapter 91: Chapter91-Special Chest
John understood perfectly well.
The other party had clearly developed the intention to recruit him.
But he remained calm and merely steered the topic away, pulling the conversation back to the transaction.
"One hundred thousand gold coins for one hundred and thirty-nine eggs. I’ve sent the request."
At the same time as the message was sent, the trade request popped up.
Isol froze for a moment. He wanted to say something to soften the atmosphere, but seeing how cleanly and decisively John handled things, he could only click confirm first.
One hundred thousand gold coins were deducted, and a neat row of silver-white Mount Eggs appeared in his backpack.
Trade complete.
From John’s side came a simple message.
"Received. Pleasure doing business."
Then there was nothing else.
Isol stared at that brief message, feeling both helpless and emotional.
He had a very subtle feeling.
This Outlander seemed to have seen through his intention to recruit him at a glance.
Yet the other party did not expose it. Instead, he simply shifted the conversation back with effortless precision, giving neither hope nor embarrassment.
Flawless.
Isol rubbed his temples and let out a light breath.
Forget it.
Relationships were not something that could be rushed.
There would be plenty of time in the future. Since they had already added each other as friends, there would always be chances to slowly close the distance.
After closing the private chat, John continued following LoranBlade toward the mountaintop.
The higher they climbed, the denser the spatial fluctuations around them became.
There were more and more silver-white light particles in the air, like shattered stars scattered in midair. Even while breathing, one could feel the faint tremors of Law.
The space-type wild monsters they encountered along the way were clearly much more concentrated than those near the foot of the mountain.
LoranBlade not only did not find it difficult, but became more and more excited as she killed. The longsword in her hand danced with fierce momentum.
John noticed that every time she killed those space-type wild monsters, an extremely faint silver-white glow would appear on the blade. Then it would slowly be absorbed by the sword ridge.
Clearly, these space-type wild monsters were quite beneficial to improving the quality of the Floating Sword.
Since LoranBlade was enjoying the slaughter, John was happy to take it easy.
He leisurely examined the surrounding scenery, treating it as a walk.
The mountain ridge above the void forest had an excellent view. In the distance, layers of mountains rose and fell. Nearby, purple vegetation swayed, and occasionally a few spatial butterflies brushed past them.
The scene was actually quite pleasing to the eye.
Just as his gaze casually swept over the base of a large tree, a faint silver-white light suddenly flashed.
John’s footsteps stopped.
His gaze instantly locked onto it.
That light was hidden in the shadow beneath the roots of the tree. If not for the fact that his Spirit attribute had now broken past 100,000, making his senses almost abnormally sharp, he would have almost certainly failed to notice it.
His figure flashed, and in the next instant, he appeared before the tree.
Pushing aside the hanging vines, he saw a gray-black treasure chest quietly lying in a hollow between the roots.
The entire chest was dark and dull. There were no patterns or markings on its surface, making it look like an ordinary gray-black stone.
But John was certain.
That silver-white glow just now had come from this chest.
He casually cast Detection Spell.
[Target Information: ?????]
[????????????]
A long string of question marks filled the panel. Forget attributes—he could not even see its name.
John raised an eyebrow slightly.
With his current level of True Sight, he actually could not even read the basic information?
The rank of this chest was probably higher than he had imagined.
Just as he was about to move closer and examine it, a sharp sound of tearing space suddenly came from above.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dozens of silver-white spatial rifts shot down from the branches of the great tree above. Every single one accurately targeted John’s vital points.
The attacker was clearly not an ordinary wild monster. The angles of attack were vicious and precise, nearly sealing off all his space to dodge.
John did not even lift his eyelids.
Those spatial rifts landed on his body, blooming into a string of fine white sparks.
Then...
[-0!]
[-0!]
[-0!]
Zero.
All of them were zero.
An anxious hissing sound came from within the tree crown. Dozens of semi-transparent silver-white creatures swarmed out from the branches.
They were about the size of human heads, their forms blurry and unstable, and dense spatial energy coiled around their bodies.
John glanced over.
B-Rank Space Spirits.
Seeing that their individual attacks were ineffective, these wild monsters immediately gathered together in the air.
Their bodies merged with one another, and the light around them swelled rapidly. In just two breaths, they condensed into a huge spatial blade more than ten feet long.
The space along the blade’s edge shattered inch by inch, its might terrifying.
John seemed to notice something from the corner of his eye, and the corners of his lips suddenly curved into an almost imperceptible smile.
The massive spatial blade finished gathering power and slashed down with a roar.
John did not dodge.
He merely raised his right hand and gently drew a line in front of himself.
Riiip.
A long, narrow spatial rift tore open out of thin air, just enough to stretch across the point where the spatial blade would land.
That strike, powerful enough to tear apart a city wall, entered the rift without obstruction.
In the next second, it shot out from another position dozens of meters away.
There, hidden among the branches of a short tree, a dark-gray crow was crouching silently.
The crow was no larger than an ordinary bird, but its eyes shone with an unusually intelligent, human-like light. Clearly, it was a special creature with considerable wisdom.
It had been quietly spying on the movement below and had never expected the attack to come from behind.
The spatial blade struck with perfect accuracy.
[-1,247,831!]
A horrifying damage number floated above the crow’s head. Its HP was emptied instantly, and before it could even let out a cry, it fell stiffly from the branch.
[You have killed a Lv.50 Space Raven. EXP +5,000, Reputation +5,000!] freёwebnovel.com
[You have obtained Special Chest Key x1!]
LoranBlade happened to arrive at this moment.
When she saw the fallen crow corpse, she froze slightly. Then she looked up at the group of Space Spirits gathered above and instantly understood roughly what had happened.
"Leave them to me!"
The longsword in her hand trembled, and three silver-white sword auras suddenly lit up along the blade.
The sword auras wound out like swimming dragons, intertwining in midair into a sharp sword net that enveloped all the Space Spirits.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
The three sword auras pierced through the bodies of all the Space Spirits almost at the same time.
Those semi-transparent creatures let out piercing shrieks. Their bodies shattered inch by inch like punctured bubbles, transforming into sparks of silver-white lightning that dissipated into the air.
Only a few clusters of soft white light remained, slowly drifting to the ground.
LoranBlade landed and sheathed her sword, letting out a breath. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
Then her gaze fell on the gray-black treasure chest.
"What kind of chest is this? Why does it look so... shabby?"
She moved closer and examined it twice. Then she also tried casting Detection Spell, only to receive the same long string of question marks.
"Huh? I can’t see anything?"
LoranBlade looked at John in surprise.
John shrugged slightly.
"I can’t see through it either."
LoranBlade’s eyes lit up. As if she had found some treasure, she crouched down and patted the lid of the chest.
"Then let me open it!
"My luck has always been pretty good. Maybe I can open something good for you."
John casually waved his hand and tossed the key over.
"Suit yourself."
