Chapter 221: A Thank-You Gift

Chapter 221: A Thank-You Gift

Seeing Edwina’s gaze soften, Anderson curled the corners of his mouth, shook his head, and sighed.

“You’re always so rigid. That’s why you’ll never become an artist in your life.”

After making that casual remark, he looked toward the remains on the floor and chair.

“We can’t keep staring like this forever. We have to do something. Didn’t Siatas want to search for her people? Then bury her near the elven ruins on Sonia Island. Mobet looked like he wanted to stay with Siatas, so put him in the same grave.

“Didn’t Longzel want to return to Backlund? Cremate him, place his ashes in a box, and take him to that metropolis while it’s on the way. If there’s time, we can even look for his descendants. As for Snowman, whether he believed in the ancient Sun God, the original Creator, or whether the two are equivalent, heh, it’s all the same to us. We definitely won’t be able to find a corresponding church or altar, so we can only bury him beside Groselle.

“Groselle… He probably wanted to return to the Giant King’s Court. But that is a city that exists only in myth and legend. There’s no way to find it in reality. Still, there are some giant ruins in both the Northern and Southern Continents. He can be buried in one of those places, so he may truly rest.”

The Giant King’s Court… Backlund… Klein listened in silence. After considering for a few seconds, he said, “Give me the ashes of Groselle, Snowman, and Longzel.”

He believed that after a period of time that would not be short, yet would not be too long either, the City of Silver would likely explore the Giant King’s Court. At that time, he could hand Groselle’s and Snowman’s ashes to Little Sun and have him bury those two ancient figures along the way. As for Backlund, it was where Klein himself intended to return. It was the final destination of this journey, and he could conveniently bring Longzel, who had left his hometown for more than 165 years, back there.

Edwina then said, “The Golden Dream often goes to Sonia Island. I will take responsibility for Siatas’s and Mobet’s remains.”

“Good. You’ll be in charge of cremation later.” Anderson turned his head toward Danitz and, with a half-smile and half-sigh, said, “See? Everyone has their own role to play. There’s no need to feel inferior.”

He had expected Danitz not to understand his attempt at comfort and glare at him angrily instead. Who would have thought that this famous great pirate’s expression would only dim sharply before he nodded in silence.

“Cough. As companions who faced the King of the North together, let’s each choose one portion. Consider it inheriting their wills.” Anderson gestured with his chin toward the faintly glowing objects on the floor. “Heh. These Beyonder characteristics definitely contain small remnants of their spirits. Who knows what special effects they’ll bring. Whether they’re mixed into potions or refined into items by an artisan, they should have certain peculiarities. With the former, those effects can still be digested through the acting method. With the latter, there isn’t much of a solution. Ah, you don’t seem to understand the acting method. Pretend I didn’t say anything.”

That final sentence was aimed at Danitz.

Klein was in no mood to lampoon Anderson. He looked over the four Beyonder characteristics and said, “Siatas’s for me.”

This was precisely the main ingredient for Ocean Songster!

Edwina thought for a moment and said, “I’ll take Snowman’s.”

That corresponded to Priest of Light. Klein already had one, so he had not chosen it.

Anderson swept a glance over the two remaining Beyonder characteristics. His gaze stopped on the bizarre object that resembled an infant’s palm.

“I said this fellow was very interesting. Perhaps it can be turned into a mystical item that can chat with me. That way, no one will be lonely anymore.”

Now, only the giant’s heart remained unclaimed. Klein looked at Danitz and said indifferently, “Yours.”

“Me? I didn’t do…