Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 94 Nine Wisdoms
"Ah, I found it."

With a thought, Lu Mingfei pulled out a crumpled, inconspicuous little gadget from his spatial storage, his face showing a hint of disdain.

The moment Neferi touched that thing, she froze.

Her bright, clear eyes suddenly widened, filled with disbelief, as she stared intently at the small, withered, yellowed, and even slightly worn leather bag in Lu Mingfei's hand. In the center of the bag was a faded but still clearly visible mark—the lines of two fingers!

"How...how did you get this?"

Neferi's voice held a hint of surprise.

Lu Mingfei was startled by her intense reaction, and his hand instinctively pulled back, as if the leather bag had suddenly become hot to the touch.

"It's been a while, I've almost forgotten about it, I've tucked it away in a corner."

Neferi suddenly realized that her question had been somewhat inappropriate, perhaps touching on some of the other person's secrets, so she quickly added:

"If it's inconvenient"

"Nothing inconvenient."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand dismissively, dispelling her concerns.

He frowned, trying to search his memory for anything about the leather bag in the nooks and crannies of his mind. The ability to die and come back to life all day and the experience of shuttling between two worlds had filled his mind with things.

"Oh, I remembered it!"

Lu Mingfei slapped his forehead:
"After I killed that 'Ominous Demon' Malkitt, I went back to that place. The guy's entire body had completely disappeared, like ashes after being burned, not even a trace was left. There was just a small, tattered bag on the ground. I saw that it had patterns printed on it, and I thought I could probably sell it for a couple of bucks, or at least use it as a rag, so I just put it in my pocket."

He shook the bag in his hand:
"Look, this is it. Do you think it's a protective amulet pouch?"

Lu Mingfei spoke casually, but Neferi listened with a chilling unease.

"The Ominous Demon" Malkitt! That being had haunted the main gate of Stoneville for countless days and nights, causing the downfall of countless powerful figures, a nightmare for the Faded Ones. It was precisely because of its dissipation that Neferi was able to enter Stoneville's inner city. Who would have thought that Lu Mingfei was the one who killed it?

"His body vanished completely, leaving only this?"

Neferi's voice involuntarily lowered.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head, a "let me think about it" expression on his face:

"Well, I was just thinking about it, do you think it's possible that this Malkitt isn't even a person at all?"

He weighed the leather bag in his hand:
"Could he be attached to something in this pouch? Like a disposable amulet, or a large lump of runes or memories, and once the power is used up or scattered, he disappears, leaving only the amulet pouch?"

This conjecture was bold and outlandish, but combined with Malkit's bizarre abilities and the way he dissipated, Neferi couldn't find any reason to refute it for a moment.

"The amulet pouch is generally only held by a king or someone with the qualifications to become a king."

"Isn't that right!"

Lu Mingfei clenched his fist and slammed it into his palm:

"Who was the previous king? It was Gefulei! Anyone who can hold the leather bag must be someone related to him; if not, then it must be someone else with the qualifications to become king. Excluding your adoptive father, that's a very small group."

A chill crept up Neferi's spine. This pure warrior wasn't as quick-witted as Lu Mingfei, but she wasn't stupid either; she easily understood what Lu Mingfei meant.

Perhaps only the royal city.
“So…” Lu Mingfei didn’t notice Neferi’s complicated emotions. He clutched the corner of the leather bag, like a child who had received a new toy, and clumsily opened the bag and stuffed the amulet inside:

"Is this all you need?"

When the amulet came into contact with the specially tanned inner wall of the leather bag, something strange happened.

An indescribable, faint sensation, like the hum of countless weapons, flowed slowly through his body, down the skin that was in contact with the leather bag.

He felt that he seemed to have become stronger, not physically, but in terms of spiritual growth. As the spiritual power increased in accordance with the "inner laws" of the boundary, the body would also change.

He seemed to be able to withstand greater loads, but the strength in his hands did not change significantly.

“Hmm,” Neferi nodded, watching his slightly awkward movements. “This should be fine.”

She watched as Lu Mingfei casually stuffed the leather bag with his fingerprints into his chest, the spot closest to his heart, where it clung tightly to his skin.

“…Oh, right.” Neferi seemed to remember something, breaking the brief silence and looking to the other side of the corridor. “Have you seen my godfather? He’s in his study right now, and Mr. Ensha is standing guard by the door.”

If you haven't met him yet, you should go and see him. Your godfather is the leader of the Round Table Hall; you'll likely benefit greatly from talking with him.

"Godfather? You mean Sir Hundred Wisdom?"

Lu Mingfei nodded:

“I chatted with him briefly the first time I came to the Round Table Hall, but I haven’t seen him since.”

He muttered softly:

"Eunha, is that the skull-faced one? Okay, I'll go."
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"You've heard Two Fingers' suggestion. Well then, welcome to the Round Table Hall as a true member."

I am Gideon Ophniel. As a Faded One, I thirst for knowledge and yearn to become King of Elden in order to behold the Circle of Elden.

He paused for a moment, and the armor covering countless "senses" seemed to lean forward slightly, spreading out an invisible pressure.

"...We have a few comrades, and I hope we can cooperate for a long time."

Behind that mask, it seemed as if two sharp eyes were sweeping over Lu Mingfei's body, and in that low, deep voice, there was an imperceptible arrogance.

Lu Mingfei was not overwhelmed by his aura and the atmosphere he deliberately created; on the contrary, the light in his eyes was even brighter—those golden eyes were always shining brightly in the border area.

He met the gaze of "countless eyes" and asked directly:

"What does it mean to be a 'true member of the Round Table Hall'? It sounds like the faded members here are divided into different classes?"

Bai Zhi seemed to chuckle softly, his deep voice returning, revealing no emotional fluctuation:

"It's just as you think. The world of the Faded Ones is all about strength and awareness. There's no need to elaborate. To be honest, I've had enough of those people—the fake Faded Ones who mistake the Round Table Hall for a sanctuary."

They were cowardly and lowly, only knowing how to seek the glimmer of blessing, but daring not to look directly into the abyss beyond the road.

He slightly adjusted his posture, and the armor, covered in "sensory" features, shimmered with an eerie luster in the dim light.
"Only those who possess the bearing of a king and dare to launch an attack on the Law Circle... are worthy of being called my comrades."

(End of this chapter)