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The story begins on a dark and windy night.
On that night, Amy inadvertently learned that her mother, who had died at her birth, was actually killed by her own father. The reason behind this was that her mother came from a lowly background, a woman of the night. Elder San Dickra, in order to maintain his reputation and so-called good name, personally killed his wife while she was blissfully asleep with their newborn daughter in her arms.
For Amy, this revelation was incredibly cruel. She did not confront her father directly; the evidence was irrefutable, and all explanations seemed so pale and powerless. Coupled with her father's consistent coldness and even cruelty towards her, Amy felt as if her heart were being torn apart.
She chose to run away from home, but on the very first day of her departure, Dickra noticed and sent people to capture her. With Amy's low-level strength of just level one, she could hardly escape far. However, it seemed that fate had other plans; Locke, who was out gathering information, unexpectedly encountered Amy. With his help and protection, Amy managed to evade the pursuit from her family.
The fallen girl faced a tragic fate, and at her most vulnerable moment, Locke burst into her heart. Naturally, this ignited a passionate romance filled with melodrama.
Locke and Amy enjoyed a sweet year together as a couple, but their pursuers eventually tracked them down. Both were weak and unable to resist the overwhelming numbers of their pursuers. To protect Locke, Amy reluctantly agreed to return to her family.
If it were just a simple return to her family, it would not have been so bad. However, Dickra was extremely furious about his daughter's departure and had figured out the entire situation. Upon Amy's return, he subjected her to various forms of torment and threats, demanding that she never reveal even the slightest detail about her mother's death.
Amy's appearance was altered by an alchemical potion forced upon her during Dickra's threats.
"Did you really not search for Amy after that?" Bu asked curiously after hearing the whole story.
Locke shook his head bitterly and replied hoarsely, "I did search for her and even looked into the detailed records of the Thunderous Merchant Guild kept by the Thieves' Guild. In the end, I found no trace of Amy within the entire Thunderous Merchant Guild.
When Amy was with me before, she was unwilling to mention who her father was. Therefore, I could only rely on a few clues to investigate afterward but found nothing. Even those who pursued us that day mysteriously died one by one, leaving me with no leads."
I know that there must be a significant figure stirring up trouble behind the scenes. Several times, I have suffered from inexplicable assassination attempts. Reluctantly, I had to hide myself even deeper, but Amy seemed to have evaporated from the world. I could no longer find any news about her until I finally met my master.
"What do you mean?" Bu glanced at Amy and tentatively asked Locke.
Locke nodded, his tone somber: "I heard this from Amy afterward. Since her birth, due to her illegitimate status, she was secretly raised outside. It wasn't until she turned ten that someone brought her back to the family, and even then, she returned as a maid.
Although her father recognized her, outsiders did not know she was Dickra's daughter. Afterward, Dickra only gave her the status of a family official, allowing her at least a little bit of voice.
Because of this, there is no record of Amy in the detailed documentation of the Thunderous Merchant Guild."
"Forget it, let's stop here."
Amy suddenly interrupted Locke. Tears welled up in her eyes; it seemed that the more she listened to others recount her tragic story, the more heartbroken she felt. The dried tear marks on her ugly face reappeared, and her sobs made Locke's heart ache.
Bu sighed inwardly, shook his head, and stood up to give Ivan a glance. Ivan nodded in understanding, and the two silently left the room.
"What could have caused such a dramatic change in Amy's appearance? Do you know what kind of alchemical potion it might be?"
Leaning against the doorframe, Bu pondered for a moment before suddenly addressing Ivan beside him.
Ivan nodded repeatedly, his voice dripping with flattery: "Master, you really asked the right person. Although this kind of alchemical potion is not rare, there are many types. A common person certainly cannot distinguish which one it is. Even Locke had to come ask me personally; he didn't know either, heh heh heh."
"You really talk too much; your bones are itching again, aren't they?" Bu interrupted Ivan's rambling without courtesy and shot him a fierce glare.
"Uh," Ivan, who had been feeling proud of himself, immediately swallowed back all his further comments. Laughing awkwardly, he became even more respectful: "As far as I know, the only alchemical potion that can change a person's appearance without completely deforming them is called the Kedoran Potion. Amy's appearance must have changed after taking this Kedoran Potion; otherwise, she would look even worse."
“Kedoran Potion?” Bu narrowed his eyes, deep in thought. Amy had done him a favor and was also Locke's beloved partner; given her unfortunate situation, it was hard for Bu to stand by idly.
For a woman, especially one who was once beautiful, having her appearance ruined was undoubtedly a tragic event. The most tragic part was that Amy's beauty had been destroyed by her own father. The fact that she could endure the mockery and disdain of others until now showed her strength. Although Bu could not fully empathize with her misfortune, he could understand the pain she felt.
“Do you know how Amy can regain her original appearance? This so-called Kedoran Potion must have an Antidote, right?”
Bu Xin searched through the Library System, but ultimately found no information about the Kedoran Potion. He frowned and turned his gaze toward Ivan.
“I don't know. There might be an Antidote, or there might not be.” Ivan's skeletal face stiffened for a moment as he spoke, but seeing Bu's frown deepen, he couldn't help but add, “You need not worry, Master. The things we do not know are simply due to our limited perspective. I mean, perhaps within the Holy Light Academy, there is a way to restore Amy's appearance.”
Ivan spoke cautiously, with a hint of deliberation in his tone, seemingly fearful of displeasing Bu with his words.
“Hmm, for now, that's all we can do. When I visit Lange, I can ask about this matter.”
Bu Wei nodded slightly and glanced at the smiling Ivan. He felt both speechless and amused at the same time. He patted Ivan on the shoulder, which surprised him and made him appear somewhat flustered.
“You and Locke are too weak. I currently have no good way to help you increase your strength in a short time. I've heard of a medicine called the Body Refining Pill, which can assist low-level practitioners like you in quickly refining their bodies and accelerating their breakthrough speed. After seven days when we head to the Holy Light Academy, I'll see if I can obtain some of these pills so you can also break through your current level.”
Bu's words carried a hint of emotion; he hoped that those who followed him would possess exceptional strength. Even if they couldn't become great figures in history, they should at least be capable of standing on their own.
However, given his current situation, such thoughts could only remain as fantasies in his heart. Meals still had to be eaten bite by bite, and paths still had to be walked step by step.
The next morning, Bu did not disturb Sean Sterling again but instead took Locke and Ivan out of the castle to visit Lange at the Holy Mountain in the Crook Duchy.
Meanwhile, in a grand and luxurious palace within the royal city, Habea III sat quietly on a tall throne with his eyes slightly closed. Three paces before him knelt a guard clad in golden armor, exuding an imposing presence.
"With one request, I exchange it for a royal decree. It seems that this daughter of Warren has a great attraction to that boy."
The deep voice echoed in the vast hall as Habea III slowly opened his eyes. An invisible authority enveloped the entire hall, causing everyone present to hold their breath and bow their heads even lower in humility.
"Everyone has weaknesses. Perhaps this boy's weakness lies with Warren's daughter. The matter of killing my prince has Elder's involvement, and due to my promise, I cannot take revenge, nor can I evade Elder's watchful gaze. It is infuriating that I cannot secretly hire an assassin from the Thieves' Guild to eliminate that boy! Even if I now know this boy's weakness, what can I do?
If I recklessly kill him, given his current status, it would undoubtedly push my entire Crook Duchy to the edge of a cliff. His life now depends solely on whether Arthur, that Old Guy, has the ability to handle it.
I cannot take any more risks."
Habea III pondered for a while, his expression shifting between gloom and clarity. In the end, he let out a helpless sigh and raised his hand to summon someone to deliver the decree.
The Holy Mountain of Crook Duchy is located at the southernmost part of the imperial capital. It is essentially a massive pillar constructed entirely by human effort.
This stone pillar towers into the clouds, built entirely of pure white marble. From a distance, it appears as a column connecting heaven and earth, evoking a sense of spiritual awe in those who gaze upon it. It feels as if one stands alone against the entirety of the world, generating a profound sense of insignificance from within.
The Holy Mountain is the spiritual support for all the people of Crook Duchy. The Lange residing atop the Holy Mountain is revered and worshipped by all Crook Duchy citizens as if they were divine beings.
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