Reborn into A Slash Game Chapter 31 - I Promise

Chapter 31 - I Promise

The excessive blood loss and power consumption left Samael, who had barely woken up, feeling extrely dizzy. He thought that he would be left at the ruins, alone, reeking with the scent of blood that he could never get rid of. However, what greeted his eyes was a wooden ceiling with tree markings on it. A small chandelier hung from the ceiling, emitting warm rays of light. He fell into a trance upon seeing the unfamiliar sight.

The room had simple furnishings. Opposite him was a small wooden table which was full of dishes and fine liquor that was exuding a rich aroma. There seed to be three dwarves: one was old while the other two were young. Although they were small, their voices were loud. However, it unexpectedly didn’t make people feel that it was noisy.

Opposite the dwarves sat a vague figure, his back facing Samael. It was only after squinting his eyes that he could clearly see his slim back, his distinctive short, silver hair, and his pointed ears. The purple eyes suddenly dilated. Samael’s fingernails dug deep into the flesh of his palm. He did not die? He didn’t kill him?

When Suo Fei returned from his own world back to reality, his eyes as he looked at Jonah was filled with the light of the Holy Father. Jonah, you must live well. This concerns the level of the equipnt in the whole of Yalance! There is a great difference between an affable Craftsman God and a Craftsman God who only wants to take revenge on society.

Jonah knew nothing about Suo Fei’s thoughts. On this day, Grandpa took out his favorite blueberry wine so he drank until his small face turned bright red. When he saw Suo Fei looking at him, he raised the glass and candidly said, “Co, elf, let drink a glass as a toast to you!”

Suo Fei also picked up the cup in front of him. To be honest, this glass might be a glass in the eyes of the dwarf but it was only a small teacup in his eyes. Therefore, drinking a glass wasn’t really an issue for him. Thus, he unhesitantly downed the whole glass.

His unreserved manner excited Eugene, this old man, to happily pour wine.

Evelyn, who was the only one sober, looked at Suo Fei and suddenly said, “Your friend seems to be awake.” Suo Fei froze only for a mont before he quickly put down his glass and ran towards Samael’s bedside.

In what sense is he awake? His eyes are still closed, okay? Suo Fei was sowhat disappointed. He swept aside the black hair that had fallen across Samael’s forehead and pulled up his quilt and tucked him in. Jonah criticised Evelyn, “Look at yourself, making the elf happy for nothing...”

Evelyn frowned. He clearly saw that the demon had opened his unique pair of purple eyes. Nevertheless, he did not argue back and acquiesced, “I saw wrongly.”

Suo Fei comforted them, “It’s okay, he will wake up tomorrow.” He planned to find so beast blood once the sun had risen. As long as he provided him with enough blood, the demon would be able to recover quickly.

During the dinner with the dwarves, Suo Fei was in a drunken stupor. It was only later that Suo Fei found out that although the blueberry wine was refreshing, the after-effects would hit you much harder than you expected. He took it lightly and drank one cup after another until he beca awfully dizzy.

There were three beds in Eugene’s house, two of which were combined for Samael to sleep on. The grandfather-grandson trio had to huddle in one bed thus Suo Fei had no choice but to move Samael slightly inward to make a slight space for himself. Finally, he fell asleep after much difficulty.

At this ti, the benefit of drinking wine finally manifested. Even though the bed was hard, even though the space was only the width of a hand that he could not even turn or move the slightest iota, Suo Fei still drifted off into a deep sleep.

He slept like a dead pig, so much so that he didn’t feel that his entire person was embraced in the middle of the night, completely nestling in Samael’s arms. Even though the arms wrapped around him were imnsely tight, Suo Fei rely moved in discomfort with no signs of waking up.

It was not until the sky had brightened that Suo Fei woke up from his drunken state. His head still hurt slightly, but he had slept very soundly. He was a little worried about whether he had occupied Samael’s spot in the middle of the night. He crawled out of bed and heaved a sigh.

His sleeping posture was unexpectedly good. He woke up at the sa spot that he slept last night. He didn’t even move the slightest bit! So amazing. I give myself a ‘like’!

He joyously leaned down and surveyed Samael. Seeing that his complexion was a lot better than yesterday, Suo Fei felt relieved. He must get beast blood for Samael today!

During breakfast, he inquired Eugene about where to buy so beast blood. Eugene’s eyes flashed but he rely lowered his head and responded, “Jonah can take you there after a while.” Suo Fei nodded in agreent.

The Dwarves were good at manufacturing. They were experts in everything, be it forging, tailoring or jewelcrafting. They were the provider of Yalance’s top-grade equipnt. As such, the materials they needed were also beyond one’s imagination. However, the Dwarves didn’t like to talk with other races and their inherent personality was not suitable for conducting businesses.

It was at this point that another race that was good in profiteering ca at their own volition.

One of the sub-races of the Sylphs, the Goblins.

They had the height of the Dwarves, the ears of the Elves, the complexion of the Beastn and the hideousness of the Trolls ⸺ they were truly a mix of all races. They were born to be businessn. They wandered around the whole continent of Yalance. It was intuitive for them to follow the ‘buy low, sell high’ strategy. It was their common practice to buy goods on a large scale in order to demand a lower price.

They dug pits for everyone all over Yalance and were only genuine and friendly towards the Dwarves.

Naturally, this was because of the Dwarves’ personality. If they dug a pit for a dwarf even once, they would not be able to conduct businesses with them in their whole lifeti.

However, the Dwarves had the highest demand for materials in the entire Yalance. The equipnt they produce was also the best in the whole of Yalance. Thus, the loss would only outweigh the gains if they offended such a client. The Goblins, who were good at calculating, naturally would not do anything that would cause them to lose money.

Therefore, there was a saying that circulated in Yalance: The Goblins are only conscientious towards Dwarves.

The reason was this: After trading for many years, the Goblins left the Sylph’s territory and directly moved into the Dwarven territory. Then, they established a huge trading market on the border of the Dwarven territory. First, it helped the Dwarves in selling their manufactured goods. Secondly, it served as a shopping place for the other races. After all, not everyone could enter the Dwarven territory.

Suo Fei wanted to explore the Goblins’ trading market, but he knew that it was not the right ti.

Beast blood was of little value to Grandmasters as most of the equipnt they forge did not require beast blood. However, beast blood was also indispensable to the entire Dwarven race as many types of beast blood were good materials for making liquor. Words would not be able to describe the Dwarves’ love for liquor. Therefore, it was not difficult to find beast blood in the dwarven race.

Eugene was an old drunkard. Jonah inherited this quality very well and beca the quintessential young drunkard. Therefore, he definitely knew his way around the wineries. Leading Suo Fei along, he moved quickly and reached the winery in a short ti.

The winemaker dwarf was an uncle who had shoulder-length hair and a thick beard. He almost couldn’t bear to look straight at his heroism. Naturally, a strong sll of wine lingered around his body. If he was not an alcoholic, then he was a winemaker.

Jonah explained the purpose of his visit and the winemaker uncle imdiately thumped his chest and guaranteed, “No problem. Co with and pick what you like.”

Suo Fei followed him into the room. There were many materials required for winemaking and beast blood was not the only one. It could only be regarded as a flavouring or a neutralizer. The amount required was also not too much therefore there wasn’t too much stock in the winery.

Suo Fei was sowhat disappointed but it was still better than nothing. Although the blood contained in the jar in front of him was not from a high-grade ferocious beast, Samael could still recover to so extent if he gave it to him.

If it didn’t work, he could just bring Samael with him once he had woken up to the Goblins’ market. As long as he could afford it, there would be nothing that he couldn’t buy!

While holding the jar in one hand, Suo Fei took out gold coins from his interspatial bag. Seeing his action, the uncle imdiately blew his mustache and glared at Suo Fei, “This thing is of little value to . Just take it if it is useful to you. You are Jonah’s friend. How could I charge you for this?”

Jonah also stopped him. Although Suo Fei felt embarrassed, he didn’t bother making another excuse. He put away the gold coins and thought of a better idea when he rembered about the fragrant roasted beast at in his interspatial bag which was enough to serve as compensation. He cut a large piece, handed it to the uncle and said, “Please accept this.”

The aroma of the roasted beast at assailed his senses and he thought that it would go well with wine. Thus, the uncle was brimming with joy and imdiately accepted it. Before Suo Fei and Jonah left, he foisted each of them with a large jar of fruit wine.

The two had just left the winery when they saw Evelyn breathlessly running over.

Suo Fei frowned and was just about to ask what happened when Evelyn pantingly said, “Quick—quickly go back. Y-your friend h-has woken up.”

Suo Fei was stunned before he imdiately quickened his pace. Woken up?

In his haste, he traversed the originally short route in a much shorter ti.

It wasn’t until he saw Eugene’s cottage that Suo Fei understood why Evelyn, who had always been calm, had beco so anxious.

Samael had really woken up. He was still standing by the door and he held the activated Asura Blade in one hand. His purple eyes were profound as he spoke in a voice that was low but full of deterrence, “Step aside.”

Eugene Hall stood in front of the door and faced him squarely. Gritting his teeth, he kept still for a little while.

The stalemate only eased slightly after Suo Fei appeared.

Suo Fei hurriedly ca forward and placated Samael: “They are not bad people. We escaped and settled here temporarily.” He was anxious so his explanation was not clear but he knew that Samael would understand.

Samael stared at Suo Fei. He hid all his emotions underneath an ice-cold appearance. Expressionlessly, he told Suo Fei in a cold tone, “Step aside.”

Seeing Suo Fei return, Eugene Hall no longer blocked Samael and finally let him out.

Samael strode away without halting which caused Suo Fei to freeze. He imdiately rushed forward and caught Samael’s sleeves. Questions rushed to his lips but refused to co out.

Samael looked back at Suo Fei. Suo Fei managed to force himself to speak after a long ti, “Where are you going?”

“Where am I going,” Samael paused for a mont before smiling strangely, “What does it have to do with you?”

Suo Fei was absolutely astounded. He couldn’t process what Samael was talking about.

“We only t by chance and travelled together for a while, but there’s no need to do so anymore. It’s ti for us to separate.” He spoke about their ti together in a light manner.

Seeing that Suo Fei wasn’t saying anything, Samael turned around to leave. But before he even took a step, Suo Fei’s hand that was holding Samael’s sleeve let go and grabbed his wrist instead. The elf’s voice was unprecedentedly low: “I said, I won’t leave you.”

Samael’s body suddenly stopped.

Suo Fei looked at him and spoke in a soft tone, “At that ti, you were conscious, right?”

“You see, I’m not dead. I won’t die.” Suo Fei paused and then, in a calm tone, he uttered an unusual promise, “I promise, I won’t die in your hands.”

The author has sothing to say: That, let’s talk about it in advance, to reduce the confusion of everyone.

The spiritual power of the young Samael was not enough so he didn’t know how to activate his ultimate skill. That’s why he let Aryan, this lil’ bitch, tie him up and torture him. It was only when his HP neared zero that he realised that his uncontrollable killing mode was activating. While still sober, he could see his own pair of hands beco bloody but he couldn’t control them anymore. 【Okay, you can beat to death, but I will never concur that this is the scum author’s malice at work】

Four more~~ Really want to give myself a round of applause! Didn’t overdo it this ti = 3 = Look at my conscience!