Chapter 398


    Within Amber Valley, a power struggle erupted, with many coveting the position of the valley leader and numerous assassins decisively breaking


    away from the valley''s influence.


    Lords Falconcrest, Warbringer, and Mountguard fell into an unprecedented silence, focusing on healing their wounds before anything else.


    The Commander of the Ster Precepts invited two Citadel Elders to stay with them for a few days before sending them on their way. As for the terms


    they agreed upon, that remained a mystery to outsiders.


    Meanwhile, Cobalt Strike sealed off their ce and began a ruthless internal purge. sweeping away the Grand Elder faction with a broadsword''s


    decisiveness. They removed those whose loyalty wavered during the rebellion and even sent out their own Elders to hunt down the rebels in the


    forests. They were not worried that the purge might weaken their order, for as long as vin remained a Cobalt Strike Protégé, the mighty Eighteen


    Kings'' Relic would be their unshakable guardian.


    vin’s name once again spread throughout Cobalt Strike, but this time it was not with mockery or disdain but with respect and awe.


    After the storm, vin slept for three days and nights straight and, upon waking in a daze, continued to rest for another two days and nights. It had


    been too long since he hadst enjoyed such a restful slumber.


    With his golden blood and the Restoration Mantra, his body had healed long ago, but his spirit had been greatly taxed, and he took the opportunity to


    let his body rx.


    When he awoke, it was evening, and outside was very quiet, likely because his family was careful not to disturb him, avoiding the yard where he


    rested.


    "Say...d, can we strike a deal?" Azy voice suddenly emerged from vin''s chest.


    vin shook his head forcefully. Where was that voiceing from?


    "I''m lying right under you, and our pose is a bit awkward," grumbled the small turtle that was ttened beneath him on the bed, looking rather forlorn


    vin had been lying on it for five days and nights without changing positions, frightening the creature into retreating into its shell without daring to


    stretch its limbs, lest the position bes even more embarrassing


    vin propped himself up and looked down at his chest. Was it an Ivory Turtle? And it was adorned with an ivory chain. He remembered now: it was


    the turtle from the Royal Mausoleum. But when had it attached itself to his neck? vin had been so mentally strained in the past few days that he


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    The little white turtle finally poked its


    head out-rom its shell and swung:


    the chair’ onto vin''s shoulder


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    "You can speak themon tongue?”


    “Isn''t that obvious? Am I not speaking it?”


    "Have you always lived in the Royal Mausoleum?" vin asked in surprise, only now noticing the chain extending from his chest and connecting to


    the turtle''s shell.


    I''ve been asleep there for ten thousand years," the turtle said, twisting its shell and stretching luxuriously.


    "You''ve been there since ten millennia ago? How did you get inside?” vin was astonished and skeptical. This little creature was over ten thousand


    years old


    ‘It''s a long stary. Back in the day...


    never mind, kd:rather not talk about


    it." The turtl@had tried many ways to


    break the chai n over the days buts


    had faited. It was disheartened. 4fit


    hadnitbeen locked up for ten- .


    thousand years, its temper.wvorn


    down, it might have already snapped


    at vin and made a break for it.


    vin focused for a moment and indeed felt the chain that seemed to grow from his heart and merge with the turtle in a mystical manner. "How did


    you get attached to me?”


    The turtle strolled on vin''s


    shoulder, speaking nonchntly,


    was those oldwnmortals’ doing.


    Maybe you.s should try to speak with


    them. Even if they wanted meto =>


    protect yeu, there was no need for


    this kid of method. Let''s be ?


    reasonable, shall we? We''re all


    adtits here; let''s have a proper


    conversation. Besides, it''s not proper


    for me to hang on you all the time.


    Imagine if you''re with yourdy love


    one day, and I''m stuck in the middle.


    I don''t mind. I''ve seen it all, but it


    might be awkward for you two."


    vin''’s expression turned bizarre. This little turtle... was quite improper.


    Just then, Balder burst through the door. "You''re awake? I heard voices inside.”


    "Eeek...” The turtle suddenly widened its eyes, adopting an exaggerated expression, and gazed intently at the plump and round Balder, clicking its


    tongue. "This plumpd, so full of life."