Chapter 391 Unknowing
?"Wait, did I hear right? A golden asura?"
Raith lowered his brow, slight tension and fury building up in his eyes.
The old man respond immediately:
"Yes. The golden asura. He is the one referred to as one of the upper echelons... he once came here a while to use the broken throne artifact"
'Again! Again with this broken throne...'
While thought like that, what the man said made Thard - Harl react. His eyes widened and narrowed a second later.
"The artifact that Lessarect found. That thing is here?"
Raith turned to Thard - Harl, a little surprise look on his face. Definitely, the asura also knew about this broken throne. Moreso, he just gave a name.
'Lessarect...'
For some reason, the name was confusing to think about. Of course this was the first time he was hearing about it... but how could he put it. Barely muttering those words in his mind made him not want to, he was sort of tired of thinking about her.
The strangest thing was... it felt like a lost emotion.
Raith touched his chest, trying to figure out for himself if he's in one piece. That name?...
He shook his head slightly and warded the temptation away. He didn't want to get too soaked in this matter to begin with. He just wants to get stronger and if that would mean obeying every single order given to him by this ruthless asura.
For now, he had no other choice than to do so.
Raith looked at the two conversing men and found his way back into their talk. Although he had lost a lot of information while he was distracted for a second or two.
Right now, Thard - Harl just robbed his barren chin.
"If the broken throne is here... it makes sense as to why a worthless pig like Farngs is a wanted criminal."
Raith widened his eyes casually and arched a brow.
"So you knew about this guy."
She replied with a submissive bow and turned to Raith.
"Follow me warrior."
Raith blew out a light sigh as the lady turned. Now, he had to deal with her backside and accommodating all sorts of thoughts.
What is this? He didn't remember being this licentious with his thoughts. Could it be that he had been living an hermit for so long, now it was beginning to affect him.
Well, it was not like he had done anything with any girl. He was twenty-two years old and still pretty much a virgin. A big one.
They treaded back the narrow path that took them up the hill, descending into the village and making two turns before they came upon a largely decorated inn.
Compared to other cottages, it was larger and had two storeys, in fact seemingly more pretty than that of the village chief's. The higher floor held windows which each had their balcony, some were decorated with flowers vase while some were dirty.
The lower floor however... Raith could hear chatters and the throat itching smell of hell knows what!
He pinched his nose together immediately.
"What the fuck is that?" He mumbled out of his nose.
"Oh, that must be Hevela wine." Theta provided an answer with a jolly face.
"What? This sickening smell is a wine? How do they even get used to it?"
He pinched his nose even tighter, interchanging his gaze between the inn and Theta.
She smiled, "It's like that for anyone that has never tasted it but once you do it becomes a very sweet and healthy drink. It was made from the abdominal fluid of a certain insect-type monster called Hevel fly and the nectar of Lavella rose, which is very deadly to every other living organism except the hevel fly."
She continued, her boisterous smile widening and her hands dancing around her words.
"The Fly has a fluid that neutralizes the effect of the flower's nectar but that fluid I'd toxic to other beings. So the fluid was mixed with the nectar and a naturalization came to play, with some fermentation process, it became a healthy alcohol but smells very bad. However..."
"It's fine." Raith stopped her. "That's enough. I think I get the whole point."
She pouted her mouth with a cute frown and mumbled, "the bad smell goes away after you drink it for the first time."
"Can I just settle?"
"Yes. Follow me."
With a giddy demeanor, she entered the inn.