Amber Sword
Chapter 158: Act 12 Saint’s Relics

Chapter 158: Act 12 Saint’s Relics

"Land of Saint’s Relics?"

It is said that in the age of the Saints, the Ancestors created a Sanctuary in the valley, with statues of the Ancient Kings at the entrance. Any dark creatures attempting to enter would be struck by lightning—even within a kilometer of the valley, dark power would be suppressed to the lowest level.

Then, during the dark and turbulent epoch, humans, elves, and dwarves emerged from the Sanctuary, and under the leadership of the Sky Blue Knight, defeated the Dragon of Dusk ’Calamity’, thus beginning the Chaos Year.

"Precisely the Saint’s Relics, the Guardian Valley of the Kings, Your Highness," Ou Fuwei’er replied.

"He actually found such a place?" Hong Cha had replaced her cup, but the Princess still wasn’t focused on it. Even the gold-rimmed white porcelain teacup she liked was neglected, and her slender fingers absentmindedly played with the silver spoon.

"That young man must have known beforehand, but he didn’t know the exact location," Ou Fuwei’er replied.

"However, his method of finding the path was rather clever. Your Highness, you must have heard of it—the Queen of Witches of Bunosson, who inherits the power of fate and stars generation after generation, and the Great Wizards of the Tower Council of Bujia also believe in the existence of star and destiny power, which comes from the blind Goddess Yilian."

"I thought it was only a story in myths."

"Not necessarily."

"May I continue listening?"

"But, Your Highness, your court tutor Sir Panosson should be waiting for you."

The girl smiled cunningly and said, "It’s already late, Lord Ou Fuwei’er. So please continue. I want to hear how they got through that night."

Ou Fuwei’er smiled, having expected this, and continued, "Then our story must begin with a legend, about a King and a White Stag."

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The sky had completely darkened, and as night fell, the wind swept through layers of clouds, making the undulating Fir Forest rustle, like the sound of waves.

Frey stared worriedly at the dark sky, the wind blowing her hair into disarray. She held tightly onto the hand of her best companion and couldn’t help but whisper, "Does Brand really have a plan? Talking about the Land of Saint’s Relics, but even Reto and Uncle Mano, who are locals, haven’t heard of such a place—"

"Don’t worry, Brand is the best." Miss Merchant looked at the stars beyond the clouds and answered naturally.

"You haven’t even thought about it, have you?"

"I don’t need to."

Talking to this empty-headed woman made Frey frustrated but she quickly realized that her tension seemed to have eased a lot. She couldn’t help but think that both Romantic and Brand seemed to have a certain quality that made people feel at ease.

But Brand was calm and confident, while Romantic was carefree. The ponytail girl suddenly felt that she didn’t know how she would handle difficulties without them by her side.

Just at that moment, a wave of exclamations arose from among the refugees. Frey and Romantic turned their heads in disbelief to see a stunningly beautiful creature appear in the center of the camp—a transparent white stag with elegant, noble proportions. Its slender limbs, strong body, and antlers sharp like sword blades.

This didn’t seem like a creature that should exist in the human world. It leapt onto a rock, surrounded by light spots fluttering like fireflies.

Not only them, but Reto, Mano, and Batom also stood up simultaneously. Brand, holding the stag’s base from a distance, stood with the Alchemist Tama, watching the stag leap onto the rock, nod once at them, and then run away.

"The product has some flaws, but given the limited conditions, it’s already very impressive." Brand said. He was very satisfied with his first alchemical creation.

Char and Tama both expressed the same opinion, but the young wizard servant still asked, "Lord, how much truth is there to the story of the King’s Guardian Valley?"

"You know about it?" Brand was taken aback.

"Of course. Ancient knowledge is a compulsory course for wizards, and many magic schools originated in the age of the Saints."

"I can vouch for its authenticity, but that valley is shrouded in mist, and the location is uncertain. I can only hope that the Goddess Yilian will assist us tonight, so my precious stag can find the way faster."