Chapter 333: The Truth

Chapter 333: The Truth

"You have no idea of the hammer's value, do you?" King Robart chuckled as he took the Sacred Hammer and stored it into one of his rings.

"Nope, not a clue," Gerald shook his head. How could he? All he knew about it was that it was a good weapon for smashing stuff. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

The King smiled teasingly, "It's probably among the five most expensive things in the Kingdom. You could buy this entire Palace with it."

"Damn!" Gerald's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He knew it had to be expensive, but he never would have guessed it was THAT expensive.

"Anyway, what are your questions?"

"Oh, right" Gerald quickly gathered his thoughts and expressed why he came. His first question was about one thing: A Phoenix!

"A Phoenix, huh?" Robart rubbed his chin.

"Yes, I need to know where I can find one," Gerald answered, calmly but sternly. He was clearly not joking around this time. He needed an answer and he needed it now!

"Sure, no problem. It's not like it's a secret or anything" King Robart explained. "You can find one to the great desert to the south."

"You mean here?" Gerald took out his copy of the map and pointed.

"Where did you Ah, never mind. Yes, it's there somewhere, I'm not sure about the exact location though."

"Hmm"

"I should warn you though If you plan on going there, it's best if you take a ship. I know you can fly, but the winds there are strong, and many beasts lurk under the sea," said the King.

"I see, thanks for the warning," Gerald replied. He did consider going there, but flying a few hundred kilometers non-stop seemed a bit excessive. Taking a ship was probably the easiest and most relaxing way to travel.

"Should you search for a ship, I suggest you ask for the Jade Islands merchant group," Razor interrupted the conversation to chime in. "We have a lot of dealings with them because of the spice trade, and they are good people. They travel across the sea often and they transport passengers as well."

Gerald took a deep breath and prepared to answer, with his honor and life on the line. "Nope, not a clue," he said, his answer akin to a bucket of cold water being emptied on King Robart.

"But But you said," the man stammered.

Gerald cleared his throat and explained, "I know what I said. But those are just stories! Fantasies of men who are bored of the mundane and long for great power. They are filled with nonsense and cliches about lunatics flying on swords and fighting gods."

"Why the fuck would anyone fly on a sword? That's so retarded!" Ewat Holt spat out in contempt while still laying on the floor. The servants tried to help him up, but he drove them off by slapping their hands away like an angry child.

Razor also chimed in, "I have to agree with him this time. Flying on a sword seems so pointless. You can fly without anything, right? Why bother using a sword?"

Gerald shrugged, "Beats me It's probably for the cool factor."

"But what if you fall and stab yourself? Wouldn't that be dangerous?"

"Oh, that's a good point No pun intended."

"How about flying on a spear? Would that work too?" The conversation was now going on between the four Guardians and even their sons chimed in.

"A knife maybe? Or is that too small? I mean, would you perhaps need two knives, one for each foot?"

"It doesn't matter! You can use anything to fly, even your mom!"

"Hey, screw you! Your mama is so fat, even Gerald can't make her fly!"

"You what-?!"

Both Gerald and the King cringed. Somehow this entire thing diverged into a battle of creative insults. It was unacceptable!

Gerald readied himself to dish out some punishment!