Chapter 386

The legendary Master Sage of Martial Arts was still alive today. Rumor had it that over the past century, Drakon had enjoyed peace solely due to his vigilant presence guarding the borders. Despite coveting Drakon's lands, foreign enemies dared not cross swords with him. As for the Master Sage of Weapons Scarlett mentioned, he might have been the weakest in terms of pure combat ability among the three sages. But in another sense, he was the strongest. When they said he was the weakest, it was in comparison to the other two sages. Compared to anyone else, he was far from ordinary. He stood shoulder to shoulder with the other two sages because of his mastery in weapon crafting, having reached the pinnacle of his era. Joseph mentioned his sole divine-grade weapon, the Dragon Slayer Gourd, with a melancholic expression. And yet, the Master Sage of Weapons possessed nine such divine weapons. Yes, nine of them… Armed with these nine divine weapons, he roamed the world unchallenged. In the Master Sage of Medicine's writings, there was a mention of this. Despite his usual high-and-mighty attitude, even he couldn't hide his envy and begrudging admiration. But who the hell was Conrad, anyway? How could he even be connected to the Master Sage of Weapons? If Scarlett hadn't said it herself, Steven wouldn't have believed it for a second. "The Master Sage of Weapons left behind a vault of divine weapons. If my guess is right, this dagger came straight from that vault," Scarlett said calmly. "No way... Are you serious, Ms. Fischer? Are you sure about this?" Steven asked, his skepticism showing. Steven was in disbelief. It was common knowledge that while the Master Sage of Weapons had a successor, he didn't pass on everything. Before his death, he built a vault to store most of the divine weapons he'd forged over his lifetime, along with the legendary Heavenly Weapon Art. He made this announcement to the world just before he passed. Anyone lucky enough could go looking for it. But nobody knew where the vault of divine weapons was hidden. Even the most powerful folks were itching to get their hands on it, but they were left staring into the unknown. And now, Scarlett was claiming that this mere mystic-grade dagger came from the divine weapon vault. How could she be so sure? This time, Scarlett didn't reply. Lost in thought, a hint of melancholy crept onto her usually composed face. After a long pause, she spoke softly, "If you believe me, you can search for clues at the Silva residence. If not, then let it go. There's nothing more I can say." "I believe you!" Steven declared without hesitation. Scarlett looked surprised. "You just trust me like that?" The significance of the divine weapon vault was enormous, something even Scarlett had to take seriously. It was natural for Steven to seek more answers. But if Steven pressed further, it would put Scarlett in a tough spot. There were aspects she'd rather not revisit. "If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't have staked my life on your word, especially when it comes to something as significant as the divine weapon vault. Since you say it's true, I believe you!" Steven's smile was easy going as he spoke. Just like when the Silva family had hunted him down, he had sought refuge with Scarlett without hesitation. He was confident she would protect him. Steven wasn't reckless; he simply trusted his gut, attributing it to fate. Scarlett observed Steven, his demeanor relaxed and self-assured, with a hint of surprise in her eyes. Such unwavering trust was a rarity for her. Over the years, few had been willing to place everything in her hands. Yet, seeing Steven's confidence, she couldn't help but smile wryly. "So, you're aware that you're taking advantage of me. Well then, should we talk about compensation?" she teased. "My services don't come cheap, you know."