Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Her gaze was fixed on the deep blue gemstone that the billboard labeled 'Tears of Compassion'.

The gemstone is not a regular cut, but more like a tear frozen in an instant, containing the entire ocean abyss and the midnight starry sky, so deep that it seems to devour all light, yet at its core, it reveals a stubborn, icy glimmer.

"Hey, I want to buy this."

Jeanne Alter's voice carried a tension she herself was unaware of, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force as she pointed at the sapphire.

She tried to mask the inexplicable flutter in her heart with the fiercest tone:

"I want to get my hands on it and then crush it."

Chapter 1519 Rounding it off, it can be considered a gift.

It was as if crushing it would crush that unwanted association, crush the image of the saint reflected in her sea of ​​hatred.

Upon hearing this, Lia silently walked to her side, her long black dress almost blending into the flowing neon floor.

Her golden eyes swept over the gemstone, then returned to Black Jeanne's profile, which was filled with an attempt to conceal her true feelings, and a faint yet meaningful smile curved her lips.

"Buy it."

Leah's tone was as calm as if she were deciding whether to add salt to her dinner:

"It wouldn't be unreasonable to buy this building with the credit card given by the Master, let alone a stone."

Jeanne Alter seemed momentarily choked by her calmness, and emphasized with her neck stiff:

"Tch, I don't like this kind of fake stuff, it's just... I just can't stand it."

"Oh?"

Leah tilted her head slightly, her golden-gray hair gleaming coldly in the light of the Nebula shop window, her voice carrying a hint of playful inquiry:

"So what's the reason for 'not liking it'? It's actually because I like it."

Her gaze was sharp, as if it could pierce through Jeanne Alter's heavy armor and reach her restless heart.

"Shut up!" Black Jeanne d'Arc, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, glared at her with her crimson-gold pupils, and the flames at her fingertips suddenly shot up an inch.

"King Arthur! Do you want to fight right now?!"

"Ha, that's ridiculous."

Lia ignored her anger, and instead examined the "tear of compassion" again with an almost academic gaze.

"This gem has a very high density of memory. The memory that makes it up may have undergone extreme compression and purification, simulating the characteristics of rare teardrop crystals in reality."

"It would be such a waste to crush it."

"Who, who wants to hear what you're saying!" Black Jeanne irritably turned her gaze away, but couldn't help but steal glances at the sapphire out of the corner of her eye.

Crush it? That arrogant woman is right, it's such a waste... and that blue... damn it!

Looking at her awkward expression, a knowing glint flashed in Lia's eyes.

She stopped teasing her and instead turned away decisively, heading towards the jewelry store's doors made of swirling stardust.

"Since you've made up your mind, let's go in."

Her voice was unquestionable:

"Buy it, and do with it as you please. Whether you embed it in your armor or place it by your bedside and burn it with fire every day to vent your anger, it's all up to you."

Lia turned her head to the side, her golden eyes appearing exceptionally deep under the dreamy lights.

"It's much more interesting than standing outside a shop window like a little girl throwing a tantrum because she can't get candy."

"Who are you calling a tantrum-throwing little girl?!" Black Jeanne instantly bristled, but her feet betrayed her, following closely behind Ria, muttering to herself:

"I just... don't want to wander aimlessly in this boring dream with you anymore. I need to find something to do!"

The interior of the jewelry store is even more dreamlike and enchanting than the shop window.

The air was filled with a cool, refreshing fragrance, like condensed moonlight.

The counter is a suspended, semi-transparent crystallized plate.

The jewelry on display is not lying on velvet, but is supported by an invisible force field within a slowly rotating miniature star ring.

A shop assistant dressed in a silver-white uniform, with a face as delicate as a doll, glided silently over, a perpetually perfect smile on her face.

"Welcome, esteemed guest. How may I help you?" The clerk's voice was clear and pleasant.

Leah pointed directly towards the shop window, her words concise and to the point:

"Hand over the pebble in the shop window."

Her tone was as flat as ordering a glass of water, as if the priceless gem was just a pebble on the roadside.

The smile on the shop assistant's face didn't change at all, as if he was used to such big spenders.

"You have a very discerning eye. That is one of our store's prized possessions. It was created by the master architect Yan Huan at the Kroc Film Park, condensing a century of memories. It contains a pure concept of grief and is extremely rare."

As she spoke, she gracefully raised her hand.

The miniature star ring displaying 'Tears of Compassion' seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, slowly detaching from the nebulous background of the display window and steadily flying towards the counter.

A deep blue gemstone floated in front of the two of them; upon closer inspection, the blue hue became even more captivating.

It seems as if there are galaxies flowing inside, or the dark currents of the deep sea, a quiet yet immense sense of sorrow emanating from it, yet strangely carrying a comforting power.

Black Jeanne looked at it, her breath catching in her throat slightly.

That nameless fire ignited again, but this time, it seemed to be mixed with a faint, subtle stirring that even she herself couldn't understand.

She instinctively reached out, the flames burning in her chest almost touching the pure, deep blue.

"Hmph, pure sorrow?"

Black Jeanne forcefully suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and took out a credit card.

"Won't I still have you firmly in my grasp and torture you mercilessly?"

"Check out."

The shop assistant smiled and took the card, then swiped it lightly on a floating light screen.

"Transaction complete. Thank you for your patronage. The Tears of Compassion are yours."

She held up a small gift box woven from starlight, inside which lay the deep blue gemstone.

Jeanne Alter clutched the starlight gift box tightly, feeling the cold touch of the gems inside, her eyes trembling.

She didn't open it immediately, nor did she crush it on the spot as she had declared.

Jeanne Alter simply lowered her head, her crimson-gold pupils fixed on the box. The surging ferocity in her chest seemed to be strangely suppressed for a moment by that deep blue, leaving only a complex, almost bewildered silence.

The dazzling store lights shone on her black armor, illuminating her tightly pursed lips and slightly trembling fingers.

She suddenly realized a problem.

"Does this count as receiving a gift?"

"After all, it was money given by the Master..."

Lia saw everything, her golden eyes remaining completely calm.

"Let's leave after we've bought everything. This shop is no longer needed," she said casually, and walked ahead towards the even more bizarre and fantastical world outside the shop.

Jeanne Alter stood there, like a statue that had suddenly lost power.

After a few seconds, she suddenly raised her head and almost roughly stuffed the starlight gift box into an inconspicuous compartment of her armor, as if she were hiding something shameful.

Then he quickly caught up with her, still verbally abusing her:

"Hey, wait for me, cold-faced woman! Why are you walking so fast? Didn't we agree to find a place to rest?"

"I just saw a burger joint. Don't you like eating? The billboard looks pretty good..."

Her voice echoed in the ever-burning golden lights of Pinocchio, carrying a hint of barely perceptible panic.

And a certain... awkward, almost childlike satisfaction after finally getting what you wanted.

Lia, who was walking ahead, seemed to have a playful smile curving her lips again.

Gemstones personally crafted by dream architect Mr. Yan Huan...

Isn't that something the Master made?

“...A village girl is a village girl.”

Chapter 1520 Do I need to give you a mount?

the other side.

"I thought... the appearance of a Heroic Spirit would be even more distinctive?"

The robin looked at the servant it had summoned with some surprise.

The woman in the evening gown in front of me looks like an ordinary villager.

She replied helplessly:

"This doesn't seem to be my true self, but I'm sorry, I can only meet you in this mediocre form."

"I have come at your summons, I am... Caster."

"...I naturally hope to be honest with you."

"However, every time I try to say my real name, it turns out like this—***."

"Huh? How can you use foul language?" the robin asked, puzzled.

"We play a healthy game, so swearing is not allowed."

“No, I’m not swearing.” The woman gently shook her head.

"This is a discordant note. I was just trying to tell you my own name, but as you can see, it's being censored."

"Because my name has been registered as a trademark, and the copyright is no longer in my possession, I'm sorry, Master."