King Ember's Journey to Tevat

Chapter 674 Old friends get together
"Dad! Why are you calling me back in such a hurry? For your sake, I even turned down new commissions!"

In a restaurant that can be seen everywhere in Xumi City, two men and women dressed completely different from others were talking.

The red-gold silk on the eyes, as well as the dull skin color, all indicate the origin of the two people - the desert.

But compared to the strong man with scars and rough skin, the girl opposite him was much better.

The purple twintails swayed as his head glanced wildly, and the darkness of his skin was more like the color of wheat when it was spread out, rather than like the sun-exposed rock of the man opposite.

There were no scars on the girl's skin. Except for the fact that her skin color was darker than that of ordinary people, she was no different from an ordinary Sumeru girl.

There is no doubt that she is lucky. The desert people who grew up in the rain forest have not yet been baptized by the scorching sun and yellow sand.

The man named Jebelele heard his daughter's voice that was half coquettish and half troubled, and his rock-hard face softened.

"Aren't you an adult? As a desert citizen, you can't live without a handy weapon."

He took out a knotted cloth bag from behind his seat, placed it on the table, and pushed it in Jade's direction.

"It's mysterious, and it's even wrapped."

Jade muttered something. As a desert person, her father didn't have the rainforest people's idea of ​​wrapping gifts in gift boxes.

When she celebrated her birthdays in the past few times, Jebelele took out the gifts on the spot. How could she wrap them like today?
After untying the somewhat crude and crude ritual knot, two triangular fist blades glowing with azure colors appeared in front of the girl's eyes.

"I asked someone to look at it for a long time, and I think this is the most suitable for you. Let's take a look." Seeing Jade's shocked look, Jebelele felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

This kind of emotion was only given to him by Jade and his deceased wife.

"Wow..." Jade held the fist blade on the table with both hands. She waved it a few times, and the agile water blade rippled out from the blade, reflecting several rainbows of seven colors under the sunlight.

"Dad! I love you the most!!!"

Jade crossed the table and threw herself into the arms of Zebrel. She was like a little animal rubbing against Jibrel's broad and thick chest from time to time.

"How old are you! You're really not surprised. Everyone else is watching! Sit down quickly!"

Although Zebrel said this, he could not hide the smile on his face, and his weathered face looked much younger because of his smile.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

"The touching relationship between father and daughter almost brought me to tears."

Just as Zebrel and Jade were talking and laughing, a mocking admiration came from the side.

"Who is it? What does it have to do with you that I'm talking to dad?"

"Jade! Come behind me!"

"Dad..."

Jade looked relaxed and contented, but that was not the case with Zhebrele. The smile on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by incomparable vigilance and shock.

Jade had never seen her father show such an expression, even when they were once surrounded by a swarm of monsters while escorting a caravan.

She silently retreated behind Jebelele and said no more words. But if you are careful, you will find that the water in the fist blade in her hand is already rushing.

"Jebele, this is how you treat me when we meet old friends?" Sameer walked over with his arms folded. He looked at the lion-like Jebelele and shook his head with a smile.

Looking up and seeing Jade who was also vigilant behind Jebelele, Sameer stretched out his arms and said in a soft tone:

"Little Jiede, come here and show your uncle. I hugged you when you were a child!"

"Go away! Sameer! I have severed ties with you! Don't bother me! Otherwise..."

Zebrel pulled off his heavy ax which was covered with black cloth, and lightning flashed on it.

The tense atmosphere caused many dining customers to abandon their food and run out of the restaurant. The shopkeeper at the counter even squatted on the ground with his head in his hands in panic.

He glanced at the two people's positions from time to time, and the Void Terminal beside his ears shone slightly.

"Don't be so nervous. Did I say that this visit is for the tribe and Thutmose?"

"Look, I didn't even bring any weapons. Don't mess with the Thirty Men. It's no big deal to me, but your dream of a peaceful life is about to be ruined."

Seeing Jibril, who looked like a lion with explosive hair, Sameer bent down and exposed his empty back.

"Dad..., is he really your friend?" Jade saw the arrogance exuding from the person in front of her, and couldn't help but squeeze the fist blade in her hand tighter. "Of course it is. Counting the time, your father and I haven't seen each other for about ten years, right?"

Sameer straightened up and threw a bag of mola at the counter.

"Boss, let me rent the second floor for a while. Don't let me see the thirty-man group and others coming up."

"otherwise……"

"boom!"

Sameer slammed the table in front of him, and the huge force suddenly turned the solid wood dining table into countless flying splinters.

"By the way, the money for this table is already included in the bag I threw to you."

Looking back at the alert Jebelele and the somewhat dazed Jide, Sameer walked up to the second floor without even thinking.

In the huge restaurant, only Zebrel and Jade, who looked uncertain, were left, as well as the boss who poked his head out of the counter from time to time.

"Dad, what should I do?" Jade stepped on the table fragments on the ground. The strength of this guy named "Samer" should not be underestimated.

"Go up, you are being targeted by the poisonous snakes of the desert. Facing the problem head-on is the only way to solve it."

Jibrele sighed, put his heavy ax on his back, and led Jade up to the second floor.

……

"Squeak~, squeak~"

The sound of dull footsteps came, and each step was accompanied by the overwhelming creak of the stairs.

A sturdy figure gradually appeared in the direction of the corridor, and Zhebrele walked up step by step.

"So many years of stable life have not worn away your skills, Jebelele, it is rare."

Sameer leaned against the window with a nonchalant look on his face.

"Because I know that there is still a poisonous snake like you that needs to be dealt with." Jebelele raised his head and glanced at his former companion and now his enemy.

"Tsk, then you have to go to the desert. After all, if you kill people in Xumi City, the Order will investigate, right?"

Sameer sneered and ridiculed all of Jibril's words. He and Jebelele were equally strong in strength. The reason why he dared to meet Jebelele without weapons was because he understood his current desire to live a stable life.

"I have many ways to make you disappear without a trace." Jebelele pulled a chair over and sat down.

"Of course I know this. After all, you learned a lot from me. Come on, Jade can sit down even if you are standing."

Sameer said, and greeted Jade enthusiastically.

Blocking the tea that Samer pushed over, Jebelel didn't want to make excuses with him anymore.

"Tell me, why are you looking for me? If I go back to the desert, get out!" His eyes were fixed on Sameer, and Jibrele seemed to want to see him thoroughly inside and out.

It's a pity that Samer's thoughts behind his mask and blindfold are not so easy to see clearly. The doubts in Jebelel's heart did not diminish but increased.

"You still have the key from more than ten years ago, right?"

"You want it? Take it."

Without saying a word, Zhebrele threw a triangular gadget hanging on his waist.

"It seems that you have really become a lot weaker after taking on responsibilities." Samer took the key and glanced at Jade next to Jebelele.

Hearing Sameer's sarcasm and noticing his gaze, Jibrele did not refute, he just said lightly:

"That's the case under normal circumstances, but don't try my limits. I guarantee that my current limits are far from what I used to be."

"I know, I know." Sameer nodded in agreement.

"Is there anything else?" Zhebrele was already very impatient.

"Recommend me a scholar who is proficient in the symbols and texts of ancient civilizations..." Sameer was not polite. He seemed to have thought of something, paused, and then continued:

"There are also gossips about the Imperial Academy, just talk about them casually."

(End of this chapter)