Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232 Suspicious Gift

Rafel stepped in before she could answer, his tone quick and respectful. “You won’t be working for free, ma’am.” He honestly thought his general was amazing. Blake had predicted every word she would say. Rafel pulled a small box from his spatial button and held it out with both hands. “This is General Kenobia’s payment for you.”

The box was small, about the size of her palm.

What could be inside?

Sylvara took it with suspicion. She opened it and saw an optical computer lying inside.

Rafel noticed she didn’t say anything. Once he confirmed she accepted it, he spoke again. “Ms. Feywin, I need to return and report. Goodbye.”

He turned around. The first two steps looked normal. By the third, he sped up like a dog was chasing him.

In moments, he vanished. It was like he’d never stepped foot here at all.

Sylvara lifted the optical computer from the box and powered it on. It was brand-new. The identity code inside was not the same as the one tied to the device on her wrist.

In the Troya Empire, a person could only have one identity code.

It didn’t matter how many times you changed optical computers. That code stayed with you from birth to death.

But Blake had given her a second one. With this, she could actually hide her identity as the princess consort. No one would ever find out.

She reminded her, loud and clear, that cooperation with her always came with benefits, not trouble.

Yeah, right. No trouble? Only benefits?

Blake wanted her to hatch an egg.

Who had ever heard of a human hatching an egg?

Where was she supposed to keep it? Under her shirt?

In an incubator?

Stuff it inside and hope for the best?

Sylvara grabbed the basket by the door and marched into the Culinary Department. Malcolm was skinning a tiger, his hands covered in blood. “Malcolm,” she said, holding out the basket, “please check this egg. Is there anything alive in it?”

Malcolm turned, blinking at his new mentee. She stood there with a basket lined with soft white fur, a pitch- black egg sitting right in the center.

He stuck his knife back into the tiger, washed his hands, and walked over. He picked up the dark egg, turning it left and right, up and down. After a long look, he gave his verdict. “Sweetheart, this egg isn’t fertilized. There’s no life in it. It’ll never hatch. Just boil or fry it and eat it.”

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Malcolm was thinking exactly what she was thinking. Eggs are delicious no matter how you cook them.

But Sylvara still asked, “Malcolm, are you sure? Are you absolutely sure it has no life? Maybe check again?” Because if what Malcolm said was true, then this was an empty, lifeless egg.

Did that mean Relos was playing a sad joke on himself?

Life was too cruel.

Honestly-tragic.

Malcolm lifted the egg and tapped it lightly. “Sweethear there’s no life in here. No heartbeat. No mental energy. If you don’t believe me, try it yourself.”

Malcolm had unintentionally turned wicked.

Test it myself?

Is he trying to test if I have mental energy?

As if I’d fall for that. Not happening.

The first time Sylvara saw the black egg, she didn’t pick up right away. She remembered Blake could devour mental energy. Blake not only absorbed her energy, but also fed it to the baby growing inside her.

What if this pitch-black egg in front of her was also something that ate up mental energy? If she touched it, she might reveal her real mental-energy level right in front of Malcolm.

But now things were different. Malcolm said the egg had no mental energy and no sign of life at all. That made her feel much safer.

Sylvara reached out and took the large black egg. It felt warm in her hands. The smooth shell was almost slippery, like polished stone. “Malcolm, you must be joking with me,” she said. “How would I know what this is? I only know how to cook. Can you tell what kind of egg it is?”

“Wyvern

egg.

Malcolm answered, giving her a meaningful look. He tapped on his optical computer and pulled up a picture. “This is the creature.”

On the screen was a creature with a sharp beak, bat-like wings, soft fur across its body, and a long tail.

Malcolm swiped again. A new photo appeared, showing a pile of black wyvern eggs. “These,” he said, pointing at the image, “are wyvern eggs. They’re black. But the one in your hand is a size smaller than normal.

“That means the wyvern that laid it was a small one-probably underfed. In their species, that kind is at the very bottom of the ranking.”

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