Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 341

Sylvara’s Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel

Chapter 341 Done Deal

Sylvara weighed the stone in her hand, her voice crisp and wild. “You’re right. Other than me, no one really can pull this blade out.”

After speaking, she flung it backhanded. With a bang, the object thrown at her flew back with perfect accuracy and smashed into the person who had thrown it. “If you’ve got a problem, come down and fight me one-on-one!”

The person who had thrown it was hit squarely on the forehead. A bloody hole instantly opened up, blood gushing out uncontrollably, impossible to stop even with a hand pressed over it.

Sylvara lifted her chin, pitch-black eyes sweeping around all four sides as she spoke provocatively. “Sneak- attacking by throwing things, what kind of cowardly beast does that make you? If you’ve got the guts, come down and fight. It’d even liven things up, wouldn’t it?”

The 360-degree non-rotating projection cast her icy gaze and delicate, tender face outward in full detail, without a single blind spot.

Those who had looked down on her felt their minds jolt. Each of them realized they had acted rashly, provoking someone they never should have, while also wondering who this child belonged to, how she could be so fierce, and why they had never heard of her before.

Phil had seen a lot before, but the current one made him wish he could turn back time and slap himself. As an appraiser, even he could misjudge people. Today, when Ms. Feywin and her father arrived, he had directly ignored her.

He had thought she was just a little girl tagging along with her father to broaden her horizons. He never expected that the clown would be himself.

Phil walked over and called out cautiously, “Ms. Feywin?”

“Yes?” Sylvara swept away the coldness in her eyes and looked at him harmlessly. “What can I do for you?”

Phil’s smile stiffened slightly. “I wouldn’t dare to ask anything from you. Are you going to pull the blade? If you pull it out, I’ll give you a 20 percent discount-no, a 30 percent discount!”

A 30 percent discount?

Her old partner.

20 percent was not enough.

And now he was offering a 30 percent price?

Who was he trying to insult?

Sylvara casually pointed at the rusted saber. “What’s its base price?”

Phil considered for a moment and gestured with his hand. “Seven hundred million. After a 30 percent discount, that would be-”

Sylvara waved her hand toward the rusted saber and said boldly, “No need for a discount. That small plant

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Chapter 341 Done Deal

**Finished

you auctioned earlier was priced at six hundred million. I’ll have someone send you two later. Buy one, get one free. Deal?”

Phil blurted out in excitement. “You mean the Level-7 plant just now…”

Sylvara nodded before he could finish speaking. “Yes. Deal?”

This was truly a gift falling from the sky.

A rusted blade, in exchange for a unique variety personally cultivated by a Level-7 healer.

Phil suppressed his excitement and hurriedly struck the small bell beside him with the little hammer in his hand, afraid Ms. Feywin might regret it and refuse to let the Level-7 Plant healer grow the two plants. “Deal. You pull this blade out, and this blade is yours.”

The people at the auction looked toward the stage. They only saw two people whispering to each other, unable to hear what was being said. Then the small bell rang, and the rusted blade that claimed to belong to the War Goddess was sold just like that.

Blake shifted her position and sat in Sylvara’s seat, lowering her voice as she asked Agares beside her, “Sweetheart, don’t you have anything you want to ask me?”

Agares folded his hands on his lap, his left index finger tapping against the back of his right hand. “I do have a question I want to ask you.”

Ah!

He finally suspected something.

Was he ab

to finally embrace having a soft, cuddly wife?

Truly cause for celebration. No more need for His Majesty to worry.

Blake was full of interest. “Ask whatever you want. I will tell you everything I know, and I will hold nothing back.”

Agares opened his mouth without any emotion. “General Kenobia, do you still remember what Article 280 of the Troya Empire Penal Code says?”

Blake stayed quiet.

Article 280 of the Troya Empire Penal Code?

What was it again?

Forgery, fabrication of citizen identity…

“General Kenobia, you don’t remember?” Seeing that his teacher didn’t respond, Agares’ voice was low and heavy, his attitude respectful and polite. “Do you need me to help you recall it and give you a full legal explanation just like how you did to me?”

No need!

Absolutely no need!

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