Chapter 317: Chapter 207: Lynn, the Lowly “Impurity” _2

“Even if you say that, I won’t relay these words to her,” Glaya said with a pitying glance, “By the way, the Princess has started a project at your home. I heard from Aphia and others that it seems like she’s turning the basement into a dark, solitary dungeon.”

“As for whom it is for, I dared not ask, and they dared not tell.”

…

A silent atmosphere enveloped the two for a moment.

Unconsciously, Lynn felt his back soaked with cold sweat, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

Damn it, is that woman crazy again?

Remembering the memories unsealed at Miss Witch’s place, Lynn couldn’t help but feel a bit scared.

However, after Tiya had taken him away, there was no turning back.

All he could do now was try not to think about what would happen next.

So, Lynn shifted the topic somewhat stiffly, “By the way, the thing I asked you to bring, did you bring it?”

Hearing this, Glaya, who was just laughing, suddenly turned serious.

He looked at Lynn silently for a while, then frowned, “Although I don’t know why you won’t return to the manor, nor what you are planning next… based on what I know about you, it’s probably something dangerous again.”

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“Why can’t you avoid doing it? Or, go back and apologize to the Princess properly, and let her help think of a solution?”

Glaya sat up straight, looking earnestly at Lynn.

He didn’t have many friends, and even fewer who had saved his life.

“It’s impossible, Glaya,” Lynn shook his head.

Ultimately, he couldn’t seek help from the Princess, he couldn’t even speak of it.

Strictly speaking, he was defying the future her’s orders to save an enemy who would be extremely antagonistic towards her.

Though it was a convoluted situation, that was the actual case.

Seeing this, Glaya’s frown deepened, “Even if you must do it, why must you always risk your life and neglect those who worry about you?”

“I’ve wanted to say this before… don’t you realize that such behavior is extremely arrogant in my eyes!”

Despite saying this, as someone whose life had been saved by Lynn, he knew he had no right to criticize him like this.

But as a friend, Glaya didn’t want to see him repeatedly put himself in dangerous situations, treating his own life as if it didn’t matter.

Upon hearing this, Lynn paused for a few seconds, then sighed softly.

Glaya’s words were somewhat unexpected.

Call him arrogant or blame the transmigrator’s pride.

But deep down Lynn knew, these were just consolations he told himself.

In the end, the enemies he encountered along the way were almost all demigods, beings with limitless potential.

Their power and energy were much greater than his own.

To win these battles of the weak against the strong, no matter how much he scorned them strategically, he at least needed to give them their due respect.

And staking everything he had was the greatest respect Lynn could offer.

Rather, as the weaker party, always trying to stay safe, plotting against the gods from behind the scenes, that was the true arrogance, and one day it would lead to a major downfall.

Thus, there wasn’t much Lynn could do, only gamble with his life as an option.

Fortunately, from what had resulted, he had won every gamble so far.

Seeing his friend fall silent again, as if unwilling to open up to anyone, Glaya found it a bit difficult to deal with, and could only vigorously scratch his head.

After a moment of silence, he finally gave up resisting, “I’m really done with you.”

While saying this, he took out a box from his chest and threw it to Lynn.

“Here’s what you asked for, take it.”

Feeling the heavy wooden box, Lynn’s eyes slightly brightened, “Thanks, mate… the door’s over there, I won’t see you out.”

Glaya was stunned, “You’re really ungrateful, aren’t you!”

“Cough cough, I thought the atmosphere was a bit tense, just trying to lighten it up,” Lynn grinned, then his expression turned serious, “Anyway… thanks.”

“What the hell,” Glaya waved his hand impatiently.

Then Lynn opened the wooden box in his hands.

Inside, a transparent semi-solid, resembling a swamp, wriggled chaotically, as if it was a part of Slime, possessing a certain degree of intelligence.

“This is a part taken from the body of a swamp monster’s offspring,” Glaya also watched the sticky substance with interest, “Although it barely counts as an Extraordinary Creature, it’s at the bottom of the food chain in the entire field of mysticism, so much so that even the slightly aggressive wild beasts are not afraid of it. Hence, it’s also known as ‘Extraordinary Shame’ and ‘Weakest Creature.'”

“By the way, what do you need this thing for?”

Clearly, Glaya was curious.

This guy didn’t ask for any medicinal herbs for healing wounds nor did he ask for any powerful Sealed Objects, which obviously would have been very important for whatever Lynn planned to do next.

This left Glaya quite baffled.

Extraordinary Shame, huh… Hearing Glaya’s words, Lynn’s face broke into a knowing smile.

In a way, it somewhat fit with him being known as “Nobility’s Shame.”

He once again felt the precise coincidences orchestrated by fate.