Chapter 97 A fish wants to pick me up?

Old Wang took a sip of his drink. "Wow, that's good. I don't have many virtues, but I'm loyal. As a friend, I'll give you some free advice. This whole thing about the bloodline is unreliable. Don't misunderstand; I'm not against what you're doing. Killing Wang Meng's bloodline has nothing to do with me, even though we're both Wang family brothers... But this guy isn't fair. Why curse someone for no reason? It's just evil! Besides, my Wang family brother is an old lecher. He left behind countless descendants over generations. Even if you believe in the bloodline theory, it's impractical."

Clara looked at him coldly. She had come out just to pass the time, but now she was a bit annoyed. She liked toying with others, but didn't like being toyed with. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"You should know that humans' greatest advantage is runes, and this curse is related to super-rank runes. Coincidentally, our Rose Foundry excels in runes, and I happen to be very proficient in them. The library is completely open to me, and Li Sitan treats me like a treasure. You can ask around; I am the future of the Rune Academy. Not only that, when I was a death knight in Nine Gods, I studied this too. Today, I'll reveal a little more to you. I've defected, so why hasn't Nine Gods made any moves?"

Old Wang took another satisfied sip, giving her time to digest it. Kid, when I was playing tricks, you were still a fish!

Clara frowned slightly. She couldn't dismiss his words as lies... She herself didn't think the bloodline theory was feasible, but the sea race was desperate and had exhausted all other options.

But this guy's words opened up a new perspective. The curse supposedly incorporated the power of super-rank runes, and the Rose Holy Sanctuary inherited part of the Supreme Saint's rune knowledge. Regardless of his abilities, just being able to infiltrate the place meant he might provide useful information if he wanted to.

Any clue would be invaluable to the sea race's major factions, and she could improve her own status.

"But you're human," Clara said, regaining her composure and looking at Wang Feng coldly. "You have no reason to help the sea race."

"Right, Wang Meng himself said all races are one family. Half of his lovers are from the sea race. What's the difference between humans and sea race?" Old Wang said calmly. "I'm a straightforward person. Moreover, if the sea race grows stronger, it will balance the three races, reducing internal conflicts among humans. Even on a smaller scale, aren't we friends? I consider you a dear friend. How could I ignore your difficulties?"

Old Wang emphasized the words "dear friend."

What is this guy really after? Just to make a little money? To sell out humanity?

Clara couldn't figure out Wang Feng's true intentions, but since he knew so much about the curse, she couldn't afford to overlook this lead. "Are you talking about a hundred years from now?"

"No, no, no. You seem to have forgotten who controls the big guns at the Rose Holy Sanctuary. Who dares claim first in runes when he's around? If you still don't get it, Clara, I'll have to question your intelligence." Come on, girl, admit defeat already.

Clara knew who Wang Feng was referring to. The sea race had been heading in the wrong direction. The one who tied the bell must untie it, and one of the few strongest in runes was Karida's grandfather, the former headmaster. With time and conditions, Wang Feng could indeed reach him.

Clara suddenly smiled charmingly. "This is a big deal. I need to discuss it with my family. Of course, we're friends. If you can really do it, you can have anything you want."

Even knowing he was bluffing, Clara was skilled at seduction, especially when she was losing ground.

Old Wang quickly stepped back, hands over his chest, feigning shock. "No way, Clara, you actually...?"

Clara looked at Wang Feng strangely. What was going on?

"I consider you a brother, and you want to date me?"

Clara was stunned. They had been discussing ancient mysteries, but now it turned into a silly joke. The change was too abrupt.

Which part was real, which part was fake?

"Let's call it a day," Clara said, looking at him. "I can help you sell the medicine. As for the curse... If you're joking, don't mention it again. But if you truly have a way to help the sea race, they won't forget their friends."

"Sure thing!" Finally, the medicine deal was settled. Dealing with women requires a silver tongue, not brute force.

With the big issue resolved, Old Wang felt relieved. "Boss, pack up the leftovers. This beautiful lady will pay!"

"Can you be any more shameless?" Clara laughed. Honestly, she had smiled more tonight than in the past month.

"It's all about the price!"

Clara looked at the confident Wang Feng. "A-Feng, I think you're a bit handsome. I haven't tasted a human man before. Want to try?"

The unexpected sultry voice sent shivers down Old Wang's spine, even though he knew it was a joke.

Damn, even though I know it's a joke, my body reacts honestly. This girl is pure enchantment. Do I have no dignity? So, Old Wang fled without looking back.

Watching him run away while still grabbing the packed food, Clara almost burst out laughing.

Jokes aside, Clara genuinely believed this was a viable path. The question was how to maximize her benefit.

At the Rose Foundry workshop.

Yin Fu and Mo Tong were visiting for the first time. Rose was vast, with each of the eight divisions having its own territory, and these two weren't the wandering type.

They came today for an open lecture on rune industry. Since runes and casting go hand in hand, Li Sitan couldn't teach today, so he asked them to attend.

Luo Yan had been working on the core components of the Anbolin airship and faced some technical issues. He invited Mentor Anbolin from Judgment to help solve the problem. Naturally, such a valuable resource was also an opportunity for students to learn and broaden their horizons, albeit under the guise of an open lecture.

When Yin Fu and Mo Tong arrived, the Judgment team hadn't yet, but familiar faces from Li Sitan's workshop were there.

"Little Yin Fu, come over here," Su Yue greeted warmly, linking arms with Yin Fu. Last time in the workshop, the two women had formed a good impression. Women are strange creatures; some become best friends at first sight, while others never speak again.

Two beauties holding hands drew admiring glances from the men around them, their faces filled with eager smiles, making the sky seem bluer.

"Where did that Wang Feng from your department go off to?" Su Yue asked, smiling at Yin Fu and Mo Tong.

"Who knows? He hasn't shown up for classes in days," Mo Tong answered, grinning widely. "That guy must be sleeping!"

Mo Tong was genuinely happy not to see Wang Feng today, feeling quite pleased.

"I heard the recent rumors have hit him hard," Patu smiled from behind Su Yue. When Wang had tried to impress Su Yue, Patu had said he was a fraud and uneducated. Now, his true colors were exposed, and he was hiding in shame. "Though uneducated, he does know shame. Hiding in his dorm is a wise choice."

"Senior Brother isn't like that," Yin Fu shook her head seriously, defending Wang Feng. "The rumors will eventually be proven false."

"Haha, Sister Yin Fu is so kind," Patu laughed. He had to give face to the Eight Great Families and didn't want to appear petty over a nobody. "I spoke out of turn. Time will tell."

He wasn't targeting anyone specifically, but Wang Feng had been stealing the spotlight, which he didn't like.

As they spoke, footsteps and voices approached from outside the workshop. Luo Yan entered with a middle-aged man.

Anbolin, anyone who studies forging in Aurora City would absolutely know him.

Not only is he the lifetime honorary mentor of the Foundry, but he is also the chief forger of Anhe Hall, the largest forging business in Aurora City. In other words, Anhe Hall is his family's enterprise. With Anbolin’s unique Flash Hammer Technique, he single-handedly elevated the once small workshop of Anhe Hall to the top position among Aurora City’s forgers.

Luo Yan had sought him out today because the core components of the Zeppelin required his Flash Hammer Technique, a unique skill renowned throughout the League of Blades. It is currently the only method Luo Yan can think of to mimic the forging techniques of the Nine Gods.

Anbolin appears to be around forty years old, with a square face, a robust build, and a stern demeanor. He rarely smiles, and even when speaking with Luo Yan, he maintains a serious expression.

Following behind him were some students from the Foundry, totaling seventeen or eighteen individuals. Their sheer number already surpasses that of the Rose Foundry.