Seeing Edwina’s expression soften, Anderson curled the corners of his lips and shook his head with a sigh. “You’re always so rigid, you’ll never become an artist.”
After this casual remark, he looked toward the corpses on the ground and on the chair. “We can’t just keep staring at them forever; we have to do something. Didn’t Shatas want to find her people? Let’s bury her near the elven ruins on Sunia Island. Mobet seemed to want to be with Shatas, so put them in the same grave.
“Longzell wanted to return to Backlund, right? Burn him to ashes, put him in a box, and take him along to that metropolis. If there’s time, we can even search for his descendants. As for Snowman, who knows whether he believed in the Ancient Sun God or the Primordial Creator, or maybe both. Hah, it’s all the same to us — we definitely won’t find a corresponding church or altar, so we can only bury him beside Grosel.
“Grosel… he probably wants to return to the Giant King’s Court, but that’s a city that only exists in myths and legends; there’s no way to find it in reality. Still, there are giant ruins scattered across both the Northern and Southern Continents, so we can bury him in one of those places and let him truly rest.”
“The Giant King’s Court”… “Backlund”… Klein listened silently, then after a moment of consideration said, “Give me the ashes of Grosel, Snowman, and Longzell.”
He thought that after a not-too-long but not-too-short period, the City of Silver should begin exploring the Giant King’s Court. At that time, he could give Grosel and Snowman’s ashes to little Sun, so that Sun could bury these two ancient figures on the way. As for Backlund, it was where Klein himself was returning, the end of this journey, so it was just right to bring Longzell, who had been away from his homeland for over a hundred and sixty-five years, back with him.
Edwina followed up, “The Golden Dream often goes to Sunia Island. I’ll take care of Shatas and Mobet’s remains.”
“Alright, you handle the cremation.” Anderson turned to Danitz, half-smiling and half-sighing. “See, everyone has their own role to play. No need to feel inferior.”
He had expected Danitz not to understand his consolation and to glare at him again, but this famous pirate simply dimmed his expression a little and silently nodded.
“Ahem, as companions who have faced the King of the North together, let each of us take a share, considered as carrying on their will.” Anderson gestured with his chin at the faintly glowing items on the floor. “Heh, there are bound to be remnants of their mental impressions in these Beyonder characteristics. Who knows what effects they will have. Whether they are brewed into potions and consumed or crafted into items by a craftsman, there should be some peculiarity. The former can be digested through the Acting Method, but there’s no way to deal with the latter. Ah, you don’t seem to know about the Acting Method, so forget I said anything.”
The last sentence was directed at Danitz.
Klein was in no mood to mock Anderson. He looked at the four Beyonder characteristics and said, “Give me Shatas’s.”
This was the main ingredient for “Ocean Singer”!
Edwina thought for a moment. “I’ll take Snowman’s.”
This corresponded to “Priest of Light”. Klein already had one, so he didn’t choose it.
Anderson glanced at the remaining two Beyonder characteristics, his gaze lingering on the peculiar item that resembled a baby’s hand. “I told you, this fellow is very interesting. Maybe it can be made into a magical item that can talk to me, so none of us will be alone anymore.”
At this point, the “Giant’s Heart” was still unclaimed. Klein looked at Danitz and said coolly, “Yours.”
“Me? I didn’t do anything. I didn’t fight…” Danitz was stunned.
Klein said succinctly, “You scouted the path and took on risks.”
For Klein, this was actually a form of compensation, because Danitz had chanted the honorable name of “The Fool” and learned the secret of Gehrman Sparrow. He had to be forcibly made a believer of The Fool, or it would leave a huge hidden danger.
Although this was one of the risks Danitz voluntarily assumed, Klein still wanted to make amends. Of course, he hoped Danitz would see this as The Fool’s gift.
Whether Danitz exchanged Grosel’s Beyonder characteristic for money to buy the corresponding formula and materials, or had it crafted into a defensive magical item, it would be very beneficial for him.
“Take it.” Edwina also looked at Danitz.
“…All right.” Danitz was silent for a few seconds, then nodded heavily.
With the distribution done, Klein stepped forward, bent down, and picked up the Beyonder characteristic left by Shatas. He saw the blue seawater within the transparent membrane gently swaying and vaguely heard the elf’s beautiful song again.
Just as he straightened up, he saw Danitz nod, as if responding to someone’s question, but no one had spoken!
Klein’s gaze swept over Edwina’s expressionless face, suspecting that this “Mystic Arts Mentor” was communicating with Danitz in a voice that others couldn’t hear.
Seeing Danitz give an affirmative answer, Edwina reached out, closed the book “The Travels of Grosel” on the table, and handed it to Klein. “This is my thanks.”
“You could have defeated the Frost Dragon without me.” Klein did not take it, looking at the book bound in yellowish-brown parchment.