Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1497

Chapter 1497 Old but Gold Part 1

"Excellent thinking, Phloria. I had yet to think of that." Lith said with a warm smile. "Let’s see if- The fuck?"

The Eyes had just split into two stone monocles. Lith wore the first while Phloria the second.

’Why didn’t you tell me that you could do that?’ Lith was flabbergasted.

’Because I had no clue! We never tried handing the Eyes to someone else.’

Solus’s reply reached both him and Phloria thanks to the invisible mind link that the Eyes created on contact with their user.

’By the gods, Solus. Not only is the burden now split among the three of us, but we can also safely communicate with a mind link without being detected. Your mother was a frigging genius!’ Phloria said while scanning their surroundings.

’She sure was. Thanks to the Monocle form we’ll finish exploring way sooner than I had calculated.’ Solus replied with joy. She was both proud of her mother and happy to be a full member of the team without the need of cutting Phloria out.

’You were right, Phloria. This will not be another Kulah. We just need to find our prize and then we can leave. This mission will be as easy as pie.’ Lith thought.

’Why did you have to jinx it?’ Both women whined in unison.

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Meanwhile, Aalejah the elf and wannabe Chronicler of the World Tree was exploring the spire at the center of Urgamakka together with a group of undead.

"Thanks for having me." She said. "I’m aware that after the War of the Races, we elves don’t have a good reputation."

Most Awakened resented her kind for hogging all the Fringes and for not sharing their treasures of knowledge. The most popular opinion was that a race so hell-bent on playing dead might as well walk an extra mile and disappear for real.

"No, thank you for covering our backs." Trevan the Nightwalker said. "Between the war with the Undead Courts, the incident in Laruel, and the fact that we are the only race that has no need to reach the violet, the other Awakened either treat us as traitors or envies us.

"We can use a disciple of the World Tree. Your knowledge will be a great asset and having someone that’s not helpless during the day is a big relief. By the way, did you find any clue yet?"

"Yes and no." Aalejah said while staring in amazement at the penthouse of the tallest building in the city.

"What do you mean?" A female Ghoul asked.

"I didn’t find any trace of the most popular hidden compartments of that time, but I can tell you that there’s something deeply wrong with this place. That fresco is typical of the Rennan democracy, the bed-carpet belongs to the Scammion nomad tribe, and that vase was popular during the Xhen dynasty."

"Meaning?" Trevan’s master was an art connoisseur who loved to share her passion with her disciples, yet he didn’t understand a word the elf said.

"I mean that they all date to over 3,000 years ago, but who in their right mind would decorate their apartment with pieces that belong to completely different cultures? It’s as if the person who lived here suffered from brain damage." Aalejah said.

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