Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 342

Chapter 342 A Moron Will Always Be a Moron

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“Can you use your brain a little? Don’t you have any idea what kind of forging process you were made with? That’s about enough. Come out.”

The saber was stuck in the crack of the stone, completely unmoving.

Sylvara scratched her head, lifted her chin, and looked up at the hilt of her saber. “You really won’t come out? Fine then. You are right to disrespect me. If you actually came out on your own, you’d scare this bunch of cowards to death.

On the stage, her lips moved, but no one in the seats could hear what she was saying. They only saw her mouth moving nonstop.

Some people grew impatient, eager to hurry things along to the final highlight, the fruit planted by the Level-7 Plant Healer.

Just as they were about to urge her, they saw the petite, delicate girl on the stage kick the stone, one that took several people to wrap their arms around.

The massive stone rolled over on the stage, and the saber hilt embedded in its center instantly landed right by her hand.

The people below sucked in a sharp breath.

Which family did this little girl belong to?

Was she from the Troya Empire?

Or a disguised beastkin?

Or a merfolk who had come ashore?

Or perhaps someone from the Fourth Civilization?

How could she have such strength, kicking a stone that several people couldn’t even wrap their arms around and sending it sideways with a single kick?

Sylvara reached out and gripped the hilt, then said to Phil, “Can you let my voice be heard throughout the whole venue?”

Phil didn’t understand what she intended to do, but she was a friend of the Level-7 Plant Healer, and someone who could kick such a stone aside in one move was not someone to offend.

He adjusted the projection’s audio. Now, not only was the projection 360 degrees with no blind spots, but the sound was also fully synchronized. “It’s ready. You can speak now.”

“Thank you,” Sylvara said politely, her voice deep and steady. “Mr. Tomlinson, I actually just want to tell you that your introduction was wrong. The saber did not originate from Daggoria before the Zombie Era of ancient Earth. It originated from ancient Hesperia, two thousand years before the Zombie Era, during the prosperous Praforia period.”

“Saber is not the name of this blade. It is a collective term for military sabers of that period. It was recorded

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in the Praforia Six that there were four types of sabers: the ceremonial saber, the guard saber, the horizontal saber, and the long-handled saber.”

Sylvara’s voice was clear and steady, echoing throughout the entire auction hall. Some people felt solemn respect, while others expressed doubt.

Those who doubted naturally shouted, “Are we supposed to just believe what you say? Why should we believe it’s not a Daggorian saber and insist it’s a Hesperian one?”

Sylvara’s eyes narrowed, looking toward the source of the voice, her hand gripping the hilt. “Sir, the way you speak is exactly like those Crialeans before the Zombie Era of ancient Earth, shouting at the entire world that pickled cabbages were their traditional food and that Hesperia was a thief.

“In fact, what they were unwilling to admit was that, if you push history back a bit further, they were once a vassal state of ancient Hesperia. That pickled cabbage stuff was nothing to the northeastern regions of ancient Hesperia. At best, it was just a small side dish.

“Likewise, the ancestors of Daggoria most revered the brilliant Praforia culture of ancient Hesperia. Before the Zombie Era of ancient Earth, they called the Praforia dynasty of ancient Hesperia the Celestial Court. The blades they used later were all modeled after ancient Hesperian saber systems. Do you understand,

moron?”

The heckler roared, “What do you mean? Who are you calling a moron?”

Sylvara smirked. “I don’t mean anything. I’m just telling you that a moron will always be a moron, and you will never be better than someone who was smarter than you. No matter how you change it, that fact can’t be changed.”

“You-!”

“And you’re right about one thing. This saber belongs to me now. It’s mine. And it’s not a broken blade.” As Sylvara spoke, she pulled hard. The blade didn’t budge at all.

Her expression tightened.

The 360-degree projection captured every subtle change on her face in perfect detail, triggering an explosion of laughter across the venue.

The man who had just heckled her laughed even louder and mocked her. “You say it’s your blade, but you can’t even pull it out, and you’re still spouting nonsense here. Disgusting.”

Three thousand years.

It had grown a temper.

Reasoning didn’t work.

Harsh words didn’t work.

She even tried pulling it herself.

And it was still putting on airs here.

Sylvara let out a heavy breath, nodded once, rolled up the sleeve of the arm holding the hilt, fixed her gaze

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