Chapter 1278: Silrat's Role

Chapter 1278: Silrat's Role



After Skullius felt like he had recovered somewhat, he teleported everyone outside the Honing Fortress and told the Strawlers that had been here with Silrat and Theurien to bring them both Theurien and Stylla to the Empyrean Hatcher after the latter had woken up.

Skullius judged it wouldn't be long before that.

Soon, he, Beyrmir, Silrat and Elita were flying over the Ju`wtte Transfiguration Pool.

"Good. The Troops have left," Skullius said.

When they landed on the pretty pathway leading to other places in the Bosom, Skullius placed his hand on Silrat's shoulder.

"I have a job for you," he said.

Silrat raised both brows in surprise.

"For me?" he said, surprised.

"When I say you, while touching your shoulder, I would think it would be clear that I'm referring to you."

Silrat would have at least sniffled in response to the joke, but he couldn't find it in him in this moment.

"What could I possibly do? I don't think I'm the right man for anything going on right now. It's all a bit too 'bigger picture' for a mere Guilds Association recruiter, don't you think? I think I've long lost my usefulness," he said sombrely.

From the day Silrat returned to Aigas, after being banished from existence by Skullius in an effort to save him from the Premium Age Royale, he had felt so detached from reality and from Skullius. Gone were the days when it was him and Skullius against adversities. Gone were the days when Skullius' goals aligned with his, at least in scale.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

At some point, the two had become best friends. Skullius had made sure spend as much of his time as possible with Silrat after he removed the UNCoddled curse from his body. He relished in the ability to have a drink with a friend genuinely without having to worry about them dying. He had first enjoyed that blessing with Silrat.

But Silrat felt that that familiarity gone. The simple pleasure of being friends with a powerful, but grounded mercenary had faded.

Honestly, seeing all these new, ridiculously powerful people Skullius surrounded himself with, people that he relied on, laughed with, made Silrat feel all the more dejected.

"Oh please, you were once the Head of the Guild's Association Branch in Inhone. You can handle this. Vali and Maxim will help. Besides, it's not like I want you as commander or anything, and the hard part will be convincing Vali and Maxim rather than the others," Skullius said.

"What makes you so sure we'll be able to rally so many people together?" Silrat asked skeptically.

"The bastard I am going to give you will impart gifts on the souls of the recruits. The rest won't be able to resist. Your companion is pretty much similar to me in the generosity department. Also, in this time of crisis, with that ability on your side, there won't be any problems for you. You're good at marketing stuff like that too, I think."

Silrat took a moment to think.

This was sounding pretty enticing so far.

Silrat only needed to use his mind for all this, not his severely underpowered abilities.

"Can I count on you? I'd do this myself, but I have a tight schedule, and there's no one else left for this. If it helps, because I sent some of my other forces to rescue people in Pelian, you will likely cross paths. If there's a problem, they'll help you."

Silrat considered.

Then he began to laugh.

"Damn it. And here I was, resolved to die meaninglessly. The Tie of Exchange I made with you back then is useless at this point. I was supposed to be the one helping you," he said.

"Times change," Skullius chuckled. Silrat nodded.

"Alright. I can't stay cooped up here in your luxuries like some retired general," he said. "Who

is this unit I'm going with?"

Skullius smirked, and with a thought, something flew from the vague distance and landed at his side with a fierce impact.

It was an Apostle desperate for redemption.

It was Ferex.