Babel Novel
God 297
God 297
Chapter 297 Fall for the Sheath
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The other item he produced was none other than the Death’s Edge!
With the Death’s Edge emndled in his left hand and the ornate sword sheath in his right, Osborne turned to las with a smile that seemed to light up the dim room. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.
“Come with me to Dumpston; they’re both yours!”
les was momentarily speechless, her gaze locked on the items Osborne was holding
Her eyes flickered with intrigue as they traveled to the Death’s Edge, the ancient magic weapon of level one.
But just as quickly, she stifled that spark, steeling herself against the allure.
After all, she was well aware of its significance. She had helped Osborne clean its scent from the Chevalier familly not long ago for a whopping sum of 100 million dollars.
Ancient magic weapons were as rare as they were valuable, indeed considered priceless artifacts.
Isa scoffed, saying, “Seriously? Do you think I’d just jump at the chance to help you because you dangle Death’s Edge in front of
“That’s a nice thought, but I’m not about to drop everything and risk my neck for a level one magic weapon.”
Yet, as her gaze shifted to the sword sheath adorned with a perfect diamond the size of a baby’s fist, I felt her bravado falter, her breath hitching for an instant,
No woman could truly resist the temptation of such a flawless gem.
Even if she was renowned as the Night Witch, I was still a woman and a martial artist, one who couldn’t ignore the pull of that exquisite diamond in a sheath. Isa swallowed hard, suppressing her desire.
Osborne, ever observant, caught the flicker of need in her eyes and knew he was onto something.
He urged, his smile widening. “Iss, please help me out here! I’d feel so much safer with you by my side. Otherwise, I can’t shake the fear that trouble could come knocking, and I wouldn’t know how to handle it.
“You’re gorgeous, clever, and talented; you’re practically a lifesaver in a crisis. You’ll come, won’t you?”
He watched Isa closely, hope lighting up his expression.
Osborne didn’t believe she could say no to such sweet compliments. If she turned him down, he had no backup plan.
Isa rolled her eyes dramatically, crossing her arms defiantly.
With a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks, I said, “You buttering me up like that? You’re lucky it doesn’t make my skin crawl. But I’ll admit, it’s kinda nice to hear.
“Well, at least you know talent when you see
“Just hand over the sword and the sheath! And don’t get it twisted. I’m not doing this just for the promises of shiny treasures. It’s for our friendship!”
Overjoyed, Osborne exclaimed, “Iss, you’re really saying yes?”
She rolled her eyes again, raising her voice just a notch. “Hurry up and pass me that sword sheath!”
Without a second thought, Osborne eagerly handed over both the Death’s Edge and the sword sheath.
In casually tossed the Death’s Edge aside, her focus utterly consumed by the beautifully crafted sheath, ber eyes lighting up as they locked onto the flawless diamond embedded withou
Chapter 297 Fall for the Sheath
That kind of perfection had a way of magging a woman’s attention like nothing else.
Even In n found herself pulled into its allure.
Then, in what could only be desenbed as a teasing tone, she said, “So, tell me. Did that lipstick mark on your face come from another woman who received gifts sinular to this oue?”
Osborn’s cheeks flushed as he realized he had been caught, but he remained silent.
I, however, had already formed her own conclusions. To his surprise, a hint of jealousy flashed across her face.
“Get over here,” Isa commanded, her voice firm.
“Uh… What’s up?” Osborne approached, confusion knitting his brow.
“Did
you
hear me? Get over here, now!” Tea insisted, her tone sharper.
He complied willingly, though uncertainty lingered.
The next moment, before he could process what was happening, laa leaned in and pressed a quick peek to his cheek – an ephemeral kiss, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of a pond.
Osborne stood there, frozen in shock, eyes wide.
Isa, her cheeks now mildly flushed, said coolly, “Don’t go reading woman get one up on me!”
this. I just don’t like being in anyone’s debt, and I sure as hell won’t let some other
After saying that, Isa clutched the sword sheath tightly and strode out of the room.
“I need to get my things in order, it’ll take me two days! Ugh, switching locations again is such a hassle! But what can I say? A witch’s promises a sacred!
“See you in Dampston!
“I’ll bring your two sisters along, so don’t worry about them.”
After saying that, she had already disappeared into her room.
Osbome rubbed the spot on his cheek where Isa had kissed him
The warmth lingered, and he couldn’t shake the strange a rush of enthusiasm.
was Isa? Osborne had no clue.
Just how strong was
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e sensation it left behind. But the thought of Isa agreeing to help him in Dampston filled him with
She was like a bottomless pit. Every time Osborne thought he had caught up to her, she’d pull some move that reminded him just how far behind he really was.
Just recently, Isa gave him invaluable tips on combat techniques that significantly improved his skills.
In short, Isa was a powerhouse.
Now, beading to Dampston, le felt the weight of uncertainty. Osborne knew nothing about the place, and the enemies he would face were the local tough guys – no small potatoes, that was for sure.
To be honest, Osborne didn’t have much faith in his chances.
But with Isa by his side, he finally felt a flicker of confidence.
That was why he had hurriedly asked Alison to design that sword sheath
Is, being the pure i
e martial artist she was, had no defenses against the allure of a sheath with perfectly set diamonds
Next, Oxbome gifted a pink staff to Zoe.
Zoe, taking a page out of lea’s book, blushed and planted a firm kiss on his cheek
Osborne sighed, a mix of exasperation and amusement, but he let it slide.
Before long.
e was on his way, but his mind drifted to a familiar figure.
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That was his last lingering thought from Skyefall.
After bidding her farewell, he would finally be free to head to Dampston with a clear mind.