Chapter Seventy Four
"Ah… that."
I slowly sat, leaning against the hut's wall as Sylvester sat down on the stone bed near my feet.
"So you do remember the part where I promised you help?" He tilted his head.
Ugh. Why is he bringing that up?
"Yeah," I rasped, rubbing my temples.
"Well, that involves you having to go to the spirit realm, win over the Spirit Kings and get The First Emperor's sword. In that case, they'll believe you're blessed by the soul of The First Emperor and follow you."
I stared at him, my jaw slowly dropping. "What sort of bullshit is that? Is this some third-rate opera script!?"
"Well... That's the only way to win over the elves," Sylvester shrugged, nonchalantly picking a piece of lint off his sleeve. "I can open the dimensional gate and transport you."
"You said you'll help me win over the elves!" I shouted, staring at him with eyes wide.
"I am!"
