Murim Recurve - Chapter 259

Once she had received the two disguise-related Magic Artifacts and the parchment with details of the Sect entrance exams, Re’Kha returned to her room, informing Mu’Tua that she will pack her belongings and hide the three items safely.

Though, the moment she entered her room, she directly placed the three items in her storage ring, the safest place to keep them. Now, without the cloth banner, there wasn’t anything to worry about in it.

As for the vials with the Kalhas, there were only three remaining now that she planned to reserve them as her trump cards. She grabbed a bag that she had bought recently, stuffing some clothes in it. She also had all the arrows, darts, the bow, a sword elemental weapon, and the Harpen Waves imitation to pack.

After some thought, she placed all of them in her storage ring, only packing the Harpen Waves imitation in the bag. This way, even if someone were to see it, it would only serve as evidence for her to sneakily use the actual Magic Artifact without suspicion in the future.

One day, even if she were to use the Harpen Waves, most would just assume it to be the imitation, a normal elemental weapon. As for her Armour, Rigid Water, she had to place it within the storage ring too.

After all, she shouldn’t have enough money to buy something like that. Mu’Tua didn’t question her, thinking she had some money on her when she left her Clan. As Re’Kha hadn’t even activated it in front of her, Mu’Tua only assumed it was an expensive piece of cloth Re’Kha had purchased.

After all, design-wise, it still conformed to the Re Clan’s style of wear by using the Ju Clan’s as a base. So, Mu’Tua thought Re’Kha needed a cloth that was less revealing than the Re Clan’s dress.

But if either her mother or anyone from her Clan noticed it, they wouldn’t hesitate to question her. After all, when she left the Burkurel Re Clan while pursuing the Blinded Ghost, she had less than 20 RuQi on her.

She was only wielding the sword-shaped Magic Artifact lent to her by the Burkurel Re Clan to slay the Blinded Ghost. So, it would be suspicious if she suddenly came to possess the money to buy something as expensive as the armour, Rigid Water.

‘After all, I lost the Clan’s Magic Artifact. If I were to show them that I have a lot of money on me, they would assume I obtained it from selling the Magic Artifact through some secret channels in Burfuna City.’ Re’Kha sighed, placing everything in her storage ring, adjusting their positions carefully so that she would be able to take out any item she wished immediately.

Once she was finished with all preparations, she sighed, feeling that her tension-free life with Mu’Tua would end soon. Wearing the Re Clan’s dress, Re’Kha covered her bald head with a hood, sitting in the living room as she chatted with Mu’Tua, telling her about some of the things that had transpired in the auction house.

Even though Mu’Tua might have already been informed of everything, she still wished to recount her experience from a first-person point of view. Evening approached as they could hear the sound of a cycle rickshaw stopping at the entrance of their house.

“Re’Kha,” Mu’Tua said with a serious tone, “If you ever feel living in the Burkurel Re Clan is suffocating, come here anytime. I’ll leave your room vacant.”

Hearing her words, Re’Kha almost teared up, hugging Mu’Tua, “Thank you, grandma. You’re the best!”

“Haha, it’s fine, child.” Mu’Tua patted her back, controlling her emotions as the two exited the house and saw the carriage door open right at this time, as if the person within didn’t wish to get down before anyone waited for her.

Just the subtle actions from the other party made Mu’Tua frown, sighing, ‘To think Re’Rak had to marry such a woman. What a pity for such a respectable man.’

Once the carriage door opened, Re’Bah, the mother of Re’Kha exited, sporting an appearance almost similar to Re’Kha. The only difference was her slightly longer face, being a head taller, and possessing a voluptuous chest that threatened to rip apart her dress with every twist and turn.

Wearing the same Re Clan’s dress as Re’Kha, Re’Bah cupped her fists, making a polite bow the moment she looked at Mu’Tua, “Junior greets Lady Mu’Tua. I hope my daughter didn’t overstay her welcome.”

“She didn’t,” Mu’Tua replied curtly, turning around as she spoke, “Come in and have some tea.”

“Yes,” Re’Bah cupped her fist, straightening her back as she shot a glance at Re’Kha, observing her figure immediately, not even possessing a hint of care in her eyes or gaze. Upon seeing that Re’Kha didn’t even greet her, she showed no change in expression, silently following the two into the house.

“Take a seat here,” Mu’Tua showed her to the dining table, glancing at the servant Sii. Having served Mu’Tua for all her life, the servant Sii knew what to do, immediately completing the tea that her granddaughter had been preparing all along.

Even though Mu’Tua didn’t like Re’Bah, she still maintained a cordial level of courtesy. But, other than that, she didn’t give her any hospitality. After all, she had zero reasons to do so to a junior she didn’t have a good opinion of. She was a generation older in age, senior to Re’Bah in the Water Sect, and was close to becoming a Martial Master.

So, even if she was rude, the other party couldn’t do anything to her. Even if the head of the Burkurel Re Clan were before Mu’Tua, he had to show respect too.

The servant Sii soon served them tea and brought some snacks to eat. Her manners were impeccable, unable to be pointed fault at. Though, it seemed Re’Bah had no intentions to do so either. Rather, she had been calm all along, as if she had just visited a restaurant to order some tea.

She wasn’t even flustered, displaying her mental fortitude that wouldn’t waver or ripple for something as small as this. Having a sip of the tea, Re’Bah smiled, looking at Mu’Tua, “Nice tea.”