Chapter 92 - Arrowhead

Chapter 92: Arrowhead

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
McGrenn’s funeral was arranged on the next day by the Guild of Magic. With the present status of the Guild of Magic in Jarrosus City, the funeral was naturally a spectacular event. He was only a level-six adventurer before his death, but he had enjoyed the treatment that most beyond level-ten did not enjoy after his death.
Castellan Isaac and the leaders of the six underground forces had come; the patriarchs of the ten mage families had also come; even the Merlin Family which was being investigated the previous day had come as well, represented by Evan alone. As for the reason why he did not bring anyone along with him? No kidding… What if Mage Felic found a murder suspect among them again?
This was the funeral of Mage Felic’s friend, and this alone was enough.
After yesterday’s duel, Felic’s name was louder in Jarrosus City than those of Gerian and Matthew. The horror of breaking Cromwell’s magic was engraved in everyone’s heart, and no one dared to have the slightest doubts about his power.
The funeral was grand and solemn, but Lin Li knew it was meaningless for McGrenn…
When Lin Li lay McGrenn’s coffin into the grave, he leaned on it and repeated his promise with a voice that only he could hear. “Thank you, Mr McGrenn, for taking me out of the Sunset Mountains. Sleep in peace. I’ll help you find Ina and take care of her as a sister.”
Lin Li was rather depressed on the way back from the funeral.
Gerian consoled him for a while, but it didn’t have much effect. He simply advised him to walk around the city instead of staying in the Guild of Magic all day; anyone who stayed inside all day would eventually turn moldy.
Lin Li thought about it and found it right; after living in Jarrosus for more than a month, he had yet to take a good look at the city.
“Might as well. You go back first, I’ll walk around on my own.”
After watching Gerian leave, Lin Li couldn’t help pulling out the half an arrow from his pocket. After returning from the Merlin Family, he had looked at the arrow countless times. To be honest, the forging of this arrow was a bit rough—it was probably the product of the assembly line; there wasn’t even a blood slot on it.
It was the metal used that surprised Lin Li.
This was actually an arrowhead forged with star iron—a really rare magical metal. Besides being extremely sharp, weapons forged with star iron often had magical attributes that were not in the least weak. Which was to say, the owner of this arrow was probably an archer proficient in magic.
Lin Li just couldn’t understand why a rare magical metal was used in such a rough forging process.
After slight hesitation, Lin Li put the arrow in his pocket again. He decided to find a place to ask from whose hand did such a rough forging craft come from.
Perhaps through the sources related to forging could he find out where the Eternal Shrine was.
Speaking of it, the name Eternal Shrine had also been bothering him recently.
After returning from the Merlin Family, he had already asked many people, but no one, including Gerian, had ever heard of Eternal Shrine. This was a very strange thing in itself. What kind of gossipmonger was Gerian? He even knew that Osric, the High Elves Highlord, had gone mad before he died, but he didn’t know where the Eternal Shrine was…
After the duel in the Daylight Square, Jarrosus was exceptionally calm.
It was as if time returned to more than a month ago, when Lin Li had just arrived in Jarrosus City. There were no more wolf-like Magic Shooters in the streets and no more buildings that were lit up in flames. Even the rich guests who went to the casinos in their spare time were relieved that they no longer had to worry about the Magic Shooters suddenly barging in to collect debts when they were halfway through their gambling.
Lin Li walked along the street aimlessly, looking at this familiar yet strange city with curious eyes. He had no particular place to go; he just wandered aimlessly until it was almost evening, when he stopped in front of a Gilded Rose.
This Gilded Rose was a special one. It dealt with all kinds of weapons and armor. A furnace was burning outside the door. There were two blacksmith apprentices in front of their anvils, with sweat pouring down their faces. The hammers fell heavily in succession and sparks spattered in the crisp sound of beating iron.
“Greetings to you, respected mage.” The boss of this Gilded Rose was a fat middle-aged man, with a round face nearly catching up with Gerian’s, but when he smiled, his eyes would reveal a loathsome shrewdness.
Lin Li specially wore a rune mage robe to attend McGrenn’s funeral today. It was standard equipment provided by the Mannes Family for the Guild of Magic, done with fine workmanship and proper tailoring; it wore well on the fine-looking Lin Li, adding some bearing to him. The Torrent of Elements Ring on his finger was shining faintly, emitting a powerful magical wave.
With the shrewdness of the boss, how could he not see that this was a rich man?
Especially when Lin Li stopped in front of a few crossbows; the shrewd and enthusiastic boss thus greeted him with eager attention.
“Mr Mage, you have really fine eyes. These crossbows are all new products that arrived this morning. Made by the crossbow master of Alanna, they can fire three bolts at a time. They are simple and fast to load, suitable for mages like you.”
“No need to explain it. Let me have a look by myself first.” Lin Li frowned. The enthusiasm from the boss made him feel overwhelmed. It was natural to rip customers off when doing business, but it was detestable not to look at whom they were dealing with before ripping them off.
From what Lin Li saw, the crudest weapons in this Gilded Rose were probably these crossbows. So, he had come here to see if such rough crossbows had something to do with the rough arrow in his hand. He had not expected the boss to think he was interested in these lousy crossbows just because he was standing in front of them…
Lin Li did not know whether to laugh or cry at the situation. The arrow slot was casually polished and even the crossbow rear was loose; which mage dared to keep this kind of crude stuff as a concealed weapon? Perhaps he’d be shot to death by the crossbow himself even before he got to shoot the enemy…