Chapter 182 Clues of the Godslayer Title
Eric had set the conversation to private, ensuring no one else could eavesdrop on his dialogue with ZephyrStrider.
Although Rosewater couldn't hear their words, she could sense the dangerous aura radiating from Eric. Eager to cultivate a stronger bond with him, she seized the opportunity to offer her assistance.
Eric, understanding her intent, simply smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Rosewater. It's nothing major, just a minor nuisance I can deal with at any time. Now, let's return to our discussion."
Seeing his firm refusal, Rosewater gracefully let the matter drop.
They returned to the private dining room, where a new presence had arrived.
The newcomer was a young man clad in heavy knight armor, clearly a Shield Warrior. A skull-emblazoned shield and a menacing black battle axe, both radiating an aura of exceptional quality, were strapped to his back. Like Rosewater, he was level 9.
"Valkor Titanhelm, what brings you here?" Rosewater asked, surprise evident in her voice.
"I was worried you were being taken advantage of again," Valkor replied, his gaze fixed on Eric. "That last deal cost you over a million credits for a stack of worthless papers. The guild elders were furious."
He continued, "Now, you've dropped a fortune and pulled every resource to grab all these ores and materials. The elders are breathing down my neck for answers. Big moves like this need their green light. They sent me to haul you back."
Valkor's eyes narrowed as he looked at Eric, his hand reaching out to grab Rosewater's arm. He considered her his property and the sight of this cloaked figure meeting with her here ignited a possessive anger within him.
Eric, witnessing this display, merely shrugged. He saw Valkor as an insignificant annoyance, a mere fly buzzing around.
Rosewater, however, deftly sidestepped Valkor's grasp, her brow furrowed in annoyance. She had finally managed to secure some alone time with Eric to discuss crucial matters, and Valkor's untimely arrival threatened to derail everything. If not for the long-standing ties between their families, she wouldn't hesitate to dismiss him outright.
"Valkor, I'm in the middle of something big here. Just go back. I'll handle the elders myself when I'm done," she stated, her voice laced with impatience.
Her dealings with Eric were her own, financed with her own resources. The elders had no right to interfere. As an honorary elder herself, she held a position equal to theirs and was not answerable to their whims. Their supposed concern was nothing more than thinly veiled envy, a desire to control her success and claim a share of the profits.
Sensing her displeasure, Valkor reluctantly released his grip.
"Fine, but I'm staying here to make sure no one tries to swindle you," he declared, shooting a venomous glare at Eric.
Rosewater's anger flared. The matters she wished to discuss with Eric were highly confidential. Valkor's presence was unacceptable.
"That's not necessary. Return to the guild," she said, her voice ice-cold.
Valkor's frustration grew, and he turned his glare on Eric once more, this time sending him a private message.
"Listen here, I'm an elder of Echoes of Dusk. I suggest you disappear. Rosewater is mine, and I won't tolerate you contacting her again. You've been warned."
Accustomed to wielding his status like a weapon, Valkor expected immediate obedience. He believed that revealing his position within the guild would be enough to send Eric running.
However, upon reading the message, Eric couldn't help but chuckle. Valkor was utterly oblivious, a dog barking at the moon. To call him foolish would be an understatement. With someone like him in a leadership position, it was no wonder Echoes of Dusk had struggled in its early stages.
"Rosewater, there's something I'd like to show you," Eric said, a playful smirk gracing his lips.
Rosewater, intrigued, leaned closer.
Since Valkor had so graciously offered his unsolicited threat, Eric saw no reason to be polite. He revealed the message to Rosewater, just to teach the idiot a lesson about thinking before he speaks.
"Valkor Titanhelm! Get out! I never want to see you again. Consider this a message to my parents as well. The arranged marriage is off," Rosewater seethed, her face pale with fury. Any lingering tolerance she held for Valkor evaporated. His arrogance knew no bounds.
Before Valkor could even process her words, he found himself ejected from the private room, thrown out by Rosewater's own hand.
"I apologize for that," Rosewater said, turning back to Eric.
"Don't worry about it. I'm used to dealing with idiots," Eric replied casually. "Now, where were we?"
Outside the room, Valkor's enraged shouts echoed. "Black Flame, you spineless rat! You dare slander me? Step up and face me in a duel! Loser has their level reset to zero. Do you accept? What, afraid, you coward?"
Valkor had realized, with a dawning horror, that Eric had exposed his message. His usual tactics had failed. Desperate to salvage some pride, he clung to the accusation of slander.
"Black Flame, I am so sorry. I'll deal with him," Rosewater said, realizing for the first time the depths of Valkor's stupidity. Didn't he understand how the system worked? Altering messages or IDs was impossible.
"No need, I'll handle this personally," Eric said, rising from his seat and making his way out of the private room.
"Black Flame, you gutless wonder, finally decided to show your face! I challenge you to a duel! If you lose, you'll confess your lies to Rosewater. What do you say?" Valkor taunted.
"And if you lose?" Eric asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Me, lose?" Valkor scoffed, pulling out a map with a flourish. "If, by some miracle, you win, this is yours. I led a raid of over a hundred elite players to take down a level 10 Wilderness boss for this unique treasure."
Initially, Eric wasn't interested. He knew the world of Divine Realms: Legends like the back of his hand. Maps from other kingdoms held little value to him. But then he noticed the mark on the back of the map—the Blade of Ashes.
It was the Godslayer Title's symbol. Only stuff tied directly to the title carried that mark.
"Black Flame, don't do it! He's a Shield Warrior—total counter to physical classes. On top of that, he's decked out in the Adamantine Sentinel gear, a level 9 Dark Iron set! His weapons and shield are all level 9 Mithril. His HP's gotta be over 1400. Even two or three pros would have a hard time taking him down," Rosewater interjected, her voice laced with worry. A Swordsman dueling a Shield Warrior was suicide, especially when Black Flame was just a blacksmith.
"What's the matter? Scared?" Valkor sneered.
"Very well," Eric said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I accept your challenge."
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