Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 169 Warrior's Jar

“It’s me! Warrior Jar, ‘Iron Fist’ Alexander! I swear I meant no harm! I’m just… temporarily stuck in this corner!”

Its voice had an echoing quality, as if it were speaking from inside an empty can.

Lu Mingfei was stunned. He loosened his grip on the greatsword slightly, but he did not completely let his guard down.

He stared at the strange, talking being that called itself "Warrior Jar," his expression beneath the helmet filled with astonishment.

"The pot...the pot has become a spirit?"

He blurted out subconsciously.

"Oh yes, it's a teapot!"

The warrior's jar twisted its body in the narrow passage:
"As you can see, I'm stuck in the hole. I hope you can help me out of this predicament."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

Along the way, he had encountered far too many bizarre creatures, including mountain demons, flying dragons, octopuses, moving anemones, female ghosts, and blue-skinned four-armed monsters. Adding a pot spirit to the mix didn't seem like a problem.

"Ok."

Lu Mingfei nodded:

"How can I help you?"

Alexander's honest voice carried a hint of joy:
"You're willing to help! Thank you. Then please use anything big enough to hit the bottom of my body. That should get me out of there."

Lu Mingfei looked at Alexander with some hesitation, as if Alexander's body was covered in the words "Fragile, Handle with Care":

"You won't break, will you?"

The warrior's flask wasn't displeased; instead, it let out a "yo ho ho" laugh.

"I'm strong, don't worry. After all, I've been working out. Just hit me hard."

"Really?"

Lu Mingfei lifted his boots:
"Then I won't stand on ceremony. You might not believe it, but I'm actually quite good at kicking things away."

boom!
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

With an exaggerated cry of surprise, Warrior Pot's round body suddenly sprang out from the crevice between the rocks, rolled twice on the ground like a giant bowling ball, and finally "stood" steadily.

"Ah, what a beautiful blow! Ah, what a beautiful blow! It was so powerful that I almost split in two. Hahaha. In short, thanks to your help, I escaped safely."

Looking at the pot that he had just kicked hard, which was not angry at all, but instead laughed heartily and even made fun of itself, Lu Mingfei's lips under his helmet curled up without him even realizing it.

A long-lost feeling of ease, like sunshine, dispelled the oppression and gloom brought by the mine.

This pot... is truly an optimist.

No, "optimistic" doesn't even begin to describe it; it's downright heartless. That's truly rare in a border region.

How did you end up in a place like this?

Lu Mingfei asked, his voice unconsciously carrying a hint of friendliness.

"Oh"

The warrior's flask lowered its head, its body tilting slightly forward, as if deep in thought, and then spoke:
"I was heading east and got stuck in the wilderness for a long time, then a warrior with a wolf's head helped me."

He told me that a battle festival was being held in Red Lion City, south of the plains.

Lu Mingfei's keen ears picked up the keywords: "Red Lion City in the southern wilderness" and "Battle Festival".

Subaru, you actually guessed right.

Warrior Jar continued:
"Later, I found this wooden door on the edge of the cliff. I thought it was a shortcut to Galid, so I went in, but I got stuck in the rock wall. Luckily, I met you."

Speaking of battle festivals, this term only appears in stories. Doesn't it sound exciting?
"Hahaha"

The enormous pot once again let out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing between the rock walls and breaking the deathly silence of the mine.

"Brother Pot".

Lu Mingfei had forgotten the guy's name for a moment, so he simply called him by this name, which seemed to be more natural:

"Tell me about the Battle Festival."

The soldier's canteen shook its "head," seemingly deep in thought, trying to recall the answer:
"Well, it's normal for a skilled warrior like you to be interested in battle festivals."

I learned it from that wolf-headed warrior, the guy who called himself 'Blaze,' he said."

Warrior Hu cleared his throat, seemingly mimicking the wolf-headed warrior's tone:
"Since you call yourself a warrior, you must be interested in the battle festival of Red Lion City. Go, head to the southern plains of Galid, that is the pinnacle of all warriors."

After listening to Brother Hu's words, Lu Mingfei seemed to be deep in thought:
"The pinnacle of all warriors, 'Starbreaker General' Ratarn?"

He nodded and then asked:
"Do you know the exact location of Red Lion City?"

Alexander the Warrior Jar raised an arm and awkwardly scratched near the rim of the jar, a slightly confused expression appearing on his "face":

"If you walk east along Galid Avenue, you'll reach Red Lion City. Based on my judgment, crossing this tunnel should lead you to Galid Plains..."

But no matter how you look at it, it's a dead end. Oh! Oh! Wait! You came from that way!

Warrior Jar burst into laughter again:
"Without realizing it, a door appeared! How amazing! But thankfully there's a door, there should be a way to get to Galid Fields. Turns out my judgment was right, hahaha!!"

Walk east along Galid Avenue
Lu Mingfei silently memorized those words.

He reached out and gently patted Alexander's sturdy jug:

"Thanks, Brother Hu."

This expression of gratitude wasn't just for the information he provided, but more so for the "sunshine" that the pot brought.

Alexander didn't seem to think much of it, but he simply widened the opening of the jar even further.

"Hahaha! Don't be so polite! It's only right for warriors to help each other! By the way, are you going to Red Lion City for the festival? Maybe we can travel together for a while!"

Looking at its optimistic "the world is full of love" expression, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but chuckle.

This teapot is truly a rare find. In this border region, people like this, or rather, teapots like this, are extremely rare.

Lu Mingfei replied:
"I'll definitely be attending the Red Lion City Battle Festival, but before that..."

His gaze shifted to the direction of the massive, tightly closed wooden door on the way he had come. Even through the rocks and the distance, the wild and restless pressure emanating from behind the door seemed to still subtly stir the dragon blood coursing through his veins.

"Before that, I want to see what's inside that door. What if it's a flying dragon?"

He grinned, and his eyes beneath his helmet seemed to glow with a golden-red light in the darkness, like a greedy hunter spotting a lively deer or a silly roe deer.

"I'll kill it, and then...eat it."

(End of this chapter)