"But you can't become one!"
The Yellow-clad Trader's voice was shrill and urgent, as though he were urging someone about to hang themselves to hurry and pull their neck out of the noose!
"And what if I told you this was the wrong answer?!"
Hearing that, Xu Xiao stopped hesitating and quickly gave her answer:
"Then I'm still willing."
"I'm willing to try!"
The Yellow-clad Trader fell silent again.
Though no one could see the expression beneath that broad hood, at that moment, they could all sense his helplessness.
"If that is the answer from your mouth, then so be it."
The Yellow-clad Trader seemed to take a deep breath, and his voice was no longer shrill.
"Answer correct. Now enhancing the Mythic-quality unique item, [Angel's Feather]."
As his words fell, the right hand holding Angel's Feather curled slightly, and countless obscure, incomprehensible characters burst forth from his palm.
The others stared in bewilderment. Only Sun Ying's face beneath her silver-white skull mask filled with shock.
She had seen those characters before, on Arost's side.
They were Trike Ancient Script!
As the sole NPC of reality and illusion, did an existence as mysterious as the Myriad Realm Trader truly have countless ties to that extinct civilization from the ancient era before the Great Revival?
But since the method the Myriad Realm Trader used to restore the woman's memories was also related to the Trike Civilization, why hadn't Babayak and the others come themselves?
The ancient technology in those Goblins' hands was already more than abundant.
Why make her do something so utterly redundant?
Sun Ying couldn't figure it out for the moment.
But soon, the blinding light ahead forcibly seized the Wild Hunt's attention.
An ethereal, sacred song drifted from within the light, bringing warmth and comfort.
"Th-this is?!"
Ragnar's