Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209 He’s a Clueless Idiot

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Sylvara let out a couple of chuckles. “Sweetheart, you’re right. Just keep lying low. Whoever survives till the end is the winner.”

Veyric patted his chest in the darkness and said proudly loyal as ever, “I’ll do whatever you say.”

Sylvara rolled her eyes. All of a sudden, a loud “boom” sounded outside.

The Smokewillow attacking Blake got sliced in half.

The piece that came back had a layer of ice on it.

Sylvara pulled her hand back and touched the Smokewillow.

It was slick with both water and ice.

That boom just now had come from Blake.

That meant Blake’s ability was involved.

Was he a water-type? Or possibly an ice-type?

He had used an ice blade to cut through the Smokewillow?

Sylvara’s eyes shifted. Aslan was still blinded and deafened by the Smokewillow, so if she started fighting Blake, Aslan wouldn’t know it was her.

Now there was only Veyric, the clueless fool. Should she knock him out, too?

As soon as she thought that, she acted. She flicked the icy Smokewillow over and smacked Veyric on the back of the neck.

Veyric’s head snapped forward, and before he could react, he passed out, eyes rolling back as he slumped in his seat.

Sylvara drew the Smokewillow back, opened her optical computer, and switched to a sweet, childish tone as she left a voice message for Agares. “Honey, military training is so scary. Someone just chased after me with a warship. I want to smash whoever did that.”

She hit send.

A moment later, Agares’s cold, mechanical voice came through. “Military training is still a battlefield. If someone attacks you with a warship, it’s fine. If you can kill him, it counts as within the rules, so it’s not a violation.”

Hmph, this guy is such a blockhead… Always so cold.

Sylvara snorted, then asked, “What if they insist I broke he rules and want to punish me?”

Hearing his newlywed wife’s sweet voice made Agares, who was sitting in a spaceship headed for Kolar, crack the tiniest smile.

punish you-be it deduct credits, fine you, take

He replied, “If you actually kill someone and they want you to court-have them send all the paperwork and bills to me.”

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10:51 Mon, Dec 22

Chapter 209 He’s a Clueless Idiot

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Sylvara pouted at his reply. The question she really wanted to ask was, if she fought Blake, whose side would he take?

Forget it.

It’s pointless to ask a blockhead a question like that.

It’s just as stupid as asking, ‘Who’s prettier, me or your ex?’

“Got it, Honey. Love you, mwah.” Sylvara put on the cutest voice possible for her last message, then opened the aircraft door.

The moment she stepped out, before she even got her footing in the treetops, three razor-sharp icicles streaked straight for her forehead, eyes, and chest.

Ice-type ability!

Blake has an ice-type ability!

Fire melts ice!

Sylvara had meant to blast out fire, but her reflexes kicked in first, and she dodged to the side.

The three icicles missed her by a hair.

They exploded with a pop in midair.

Since when did his ice ability get so strong?

Did he suddenly mutate or something?

Back on ancient Earth, humans needed a miracle to mulate and awaken an ability during the apocalypse. Who would’ve thought that 3,000 years later, everyone would be this strong?

Sylvara wiped her nose with her hand. Determination burned in her eyes as she stepped forward along the treetops. There was nobody ahead, as if those icicles had been her imagination.

She stayed alert and moved a few steps closer. Suddenly a pair of hands landed on her shoulders, and their owner spoke with a smile, teasing, “You looking for me, weetheart?”

Blake’s voice brushed right past her ear.

“Did Aslan pick up that habit from you, calling people ‘sweetheart’ all the time?” Sylvara stopped and shot him a look. “And what would I want with you? You’re the one looking for me. So, did you have fun?”

“He’s always been a troublemaker. He didn’t need to leah it from me.” Blake grinned, tossing Aslan under the bus as he got down to business. “Sweetheart, mind telling me where you’re from and what species you are?”

See, this is what a ruthless person looks like.

Most people who want to find out my identity just want to see phat tricks I’ve got.

But Blake went straight for my secret. He had no mercy at all.

And what kind of question was that, anyway?

10:51 Mon, Dec 22 GG.

What species am I? Hmph!

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So, neither you nor Aslan is anything good. You’re about the same.” Sylvara shot back, “Then why don’t you tell me where you’re from, and what species you are?”

She shifted slightly, and Blake lifted his hands from her shoulders.

Sylvara turned and saw Blake standing there in full batte gear, face painted in camo, purple eyes shining like grapes. There was no killing intent in his eyes, just a glimmering light.

Of course, one would have to ignore the four-foot-long blade in his hand to see him as harmless.