Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347 It’s All in the Books

Could her bargain-bin husband get any more obnoxious?

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He had just paid for something that would never come back, and now he’s asking her for money?

Was he short on cash, or was he just nitpicking some trivial detail again?

“Sweetheart,” Blake jabbed Agares lightly on the arm, “Sylvara is my daughter. With me vouching for her, are you really worried about losing this money?”

Agares’ gaze was icy, emotionless, giving no respect to his teacher. “One thing at a time, Ms. Feywin. What do you say?”

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“It’s just three billion, right? I’ll call it four billion. After all, the base price for a single cherry radish is 600 million. Four billion is just ten of them.”

Agares’ brows furrowed as he stared deeper into her eyes.

From behind them, Auren spoke timidly, “M-Ma’am… can you really grow that round, red fruit with green leaves?”

Sylvara bared her teeth in a playful grin. “Healer Auren, be confident! Don’t ask—it’s a statement: I can grow it.”

Auren said, “Ah… you can grow it!”

Sylvara patted her chest proudly. “Of course! As long as there are seeds, there’s nothing I can’t grow. Or, if you want, you can lend me four billion now, and I’ll give you back ten cherry radishes later.”

Auren did not reply to that.

Embarrassingly excited, he was about to speak when a sudden chill ran through him.

He noticed his commander’s cold glare. His survival instincts immediately kicked in, and he hastily waved his hands. “I’d love to, but I don’t have that kind of money. Maybe you could write me an IOU?”

Sylvara arched an eyebrow, smiling brightly at Agares. To save my husband some money, he doesn’t need to pay. Your Highness, hold on a moment, let me put the saber away first, don’t want to accidentally hurt

you.

Her hand touched the Smokewillow’s core.

The plant, reacting as if it had found a host, twined itself around her fingers, enveloping her hand.

Agares’s brows tightened, a small arc of electricity forming in his lowered hand as he fixed his gaze on the Smokewillow wrapped around her hand.

The Smokewillow’s tendrils slithered up her sleeve like living snake, detaching from its pot, disappearing from view.

The bizarre scene made Agares frown deeply. He opened his mouth to ask something, but stopped as a slender willow shoot appeared, coiling down from her palm to envelop the saber in her hand.

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Chapter 347 It’s All in the Books

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Within moments, green tendrils covered the blade, forming a lifelike leafy scabbard.

The saber’s aura of menace, blood, and intimidation vanished completely. Stripped of its greenery, the blade seemed ordinary, nothing remarkable at first glance.

“This is the scabbard?” Blake asked in surprise. “How did you know it was a scabbard? And how did this blade needed to be sharpened on those stones to restore it?”

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“Truly amazing,” Blake muttered. “Three thousand years old and somehow more advanced than modern tools. I’m starting to believe that the War Goddess from three millennia ago really was an all-powerful warrior beyond even spatial magic.”

That’s way too exaggerated.

Rumors like that shouldn’t be spread.

Sylvara flicked the blade with her finger.

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