Chapter 9: The Frail Amelia

Since this Mindscape Diagram was bait set out by a Slave Owner, there was no need to follow the normal purchasing procedure. That would only bring trouble upon herself. Perhaps she could have Eileen secretly take the item. She just didn’t know the strength of the Slave Owner’s side, or the exact location of the shop.

Thinking this, Amelia said to Eileen, “I once received news that Falcon City has a Bard’s Bow Mindscape Diagram, and I plan to go get it and take a look. However, I recall this Mindscape Diagram is being used as bait by a Slave Owner, so I don’t intend to obtain it through normal channels. I’ll have to trouble you, Eileen, to acquire it.”

On the surface, Amelia was speaking to Eileen, but her gaze was actually fixed on the bullet comments.

[I told you so, Amelia indeed knew about that Bard’s Bow Mindscape Diagram thing.]

[Having Eileen steal the Mindscape Diagram should be fine. Although that Slave Owner has many men and is even a Mid-Rank Apostle himself, it shouldn’t be a problem with Eileen there.]

[But how will they enter the city? If the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces haven’t found Amelia’s body, they’ll definitely put out a wanted notice for her. If she’s discovered, the trouble won’t be small.]

[Maybe they could have Amelia wait outside while Eileen goes in to handle things?]

[Heh heh, it’s a time of war right now, with countless cultists everywhere. Something could happen to a weak and defenseless person like Amelia left alone outside the city walls, who knows what.]

Looking at the bullet comments, Amelia pondered.

Regardless, she first led Eileen towards Falcon City.

Perhaps “led” isn’t the right word, because after running in the mountains for only a short while, Amelia stopped, panting heavily.

Her body was truly very frail, her constitution even a little worse than an average person’s. After just a short run, the strands of hair at her forehead and temples were already clinging to her skin.

Stopping under a tree, Amelia leaned against it, her small, rosy mouth slightly open as she panted softly.

“Miss, let me carry you.”

Eileen stood to the side, her face not flushed, her breathing even.

As someone of considerable strength, a run of this distance wasn’t even a warm-up for her.

Besides, those who believed in the Faith of the God of War’s Sword tended to have stronger constitutions than believers of other gods, as the God of War’s Sword granted abilities in swordsmanship and physical prowess.

Amelia raised her slender fingers to brush back her hair strands: “Then I’ll have to trouble you, Eileen.”

Eileen immediately turned around, crouching with her back to Amelia: “Please get on, Miss.”

Amelia didn’t hesitate further. Time was extremely precious to them right now; she couldn’t waste it due to her poor physique.

When Amelia leaned onto Eileen’s back, Eileen gripped Amelia’s thighs, stood up, and began running rapidly through the mountains, her speed even faster than when they moved together.

To Amelia, the ground and the trees on both sides seemed to fly backward in her vision. Giant rocks they encountered, fallen trees, even rivers, were all lightly leaped over by Eileen, displaying astonishing jumping power.

However, their path ahead wasn’t entirely safe.

Before long, they spotted troops from the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces patrolling.

Unable to find Amelia, the Allied Forces had now dispatched many troops to spread out and search in all directions. These were all things that required caution.