Lord of the Truth - Chapter 2138 Wedding gifts?

Chapter 2138 Wedding gifts?

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Holak watched as the Cosmic Elder Zolan and the boss swayed right and left in a steady, rhythmic pendulum motion, their bodies completely upside down as if gravity itself had been inverted around them.

After several more swings back and forth, each pass cutting through the air with quiet precision, Holak raised his voice with clear objection, “By the way, this isn’t fair at all, your crazy nephew is the one who took the box in the first place.”

“Shhh!” Robin Burton waved his hand sharply in irritation and glanced beside him at Holak, who was hanging upside down in front of the glass house entrance. “I entrusted it to you, not him! Don’t twist things now.”

Then he pointed at the table in front of him, his expression tightening as annoyance grew clearer. “You wrapped a seventh-grade piece of planetary artifact in cloth? Just like that? And brought it all the way from the Young Belt to here without any proper protection? How many planets did you even pass on the way?!” His voice rose further, filled with disbelief. “And secondly… what exactly are these stains?!”

“It’s my dining table cover, a very luxurious and rare one,” Holak replied calmly without the slightest hint of shame, as if explaining something completely reasonable. “The finest silk, woven from the threads of young car-hair found on Planet Zun Zun’s giant cockroaches. These things are extremely expensive and hard to obtain.”

“…?!” Robin slowly rested his head in both hands after staring at Holak’s serious, unwavering face for a few long seconds, clearly trying to process whether what he just heard was real or some kind of joke.

Then he let out a long breath and raised his head toward the Cosmic Elder again, regaining his composure. “I apologize for this. My subordinate still doesn’t understand the true importance of what he’s entrusted with yet, nor the consequences of mishandling such items, but I will make sure to carve that understanding into his head this time.”

“Do as you wish.” The Cosmic Elder didn’t seem interested in the matter at all, his tone casual and detached. “The artifact is yours, and its problems are yours alone to deal with.”

“Old man, don’t you have a box or two like the ones you gave me before?” Robin flashed a wide, almost shameless smile, trying his luck once more. “The artifact is completely exposed, as you can clearly see. It’s not exactly safe like this.”

“Heh, do you think Sun-Seal Boxes grow on trees?” The Cosmic Elder shook his head lightly, amused by the request, then gestured toward the glass house with a small tilt of his chin. “Secondly, the Seraphim Pen dances day and night out in the open without any protection, and you don’t seem worried about that.”

“Seraphim is different from displacement artifact, Robin replied quickly, almost immediately, not giving the elder’s argument any room to settle. “I’m not afraid of anyone seeing it. It looks special, yes, but no one can determine its level or understand its true uses just by looking at it. As for the artifact, that’s completely different. Its level and function can be easily identified from the rings engraved on it. And displacement artifact is one of the most widespread planetary tools in the universe, if not the most widespread at all. Anyone with a bit of knowledge can recognize it at a glance.”

“I already told you, your artifact is your problem.” The Cosmic Elder waved his hand dismissively, clearly uninterested in continuing this discussion. “I gave you the Seraphim feather pen in a box. Do you still have that box, or did you manage to lose that as well?”

“I still have it.” Robin sighed softly, already understanding where this was going.

“Then give it to your friend so he can place the displacement artifact inside it instead of the one that was stolen from him.” The Cosmic Elder laughed lightly, clearly satisfied with his simple solution. “There, problem solved.”

“Hmm…” Robin looked toward the Cosmic Elder with slightly shining eyes and a gentle, almost pleading expression, clearly unwilling to give up just yet. “Isn’t there perhaps another way? Something a bit… more convenient?”

“Little Robin, give up.” The Cosmic Elder spoke this time with clear seriousness, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. “Even if I have more Sun-Seal Boxes of other levels, I won’t give them to you. I now have my own tribe to take care of, and my resources are no longer as freely spent as before.”

“Tsk… stingy.” Robin waved lightly with a faint smirk, and at that moment, a box slowly rose from his desk inside the glass house as if pulled by an invisible force, then suddenly shot forward toward the front door with great speed.

Zooooom The box passed cleanly between Holak’s dangling legs, brushing dangerously close before striking something sensitive.

“Ooooooooh!!” Holak screamed in sharp pain, his entire body twitching

violently for a brief moment, yet despite that, he still didn’t dare free himself or break his position, enduring it in silence afterward.

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After placing the box in front of him, Robin Burton slowly removed the cloth and casually threw it off the mountain without a second glance, then carefully and deliberately placed the artifact inside the box, making sure it was properly positioned before closing it securely and setting it aside within arm’s reach.

He then turned back, a faint smile forming on his face as he looked at the Cosmic Elder Zolan. “Speaking of your tribe… don’t you feel like it’s time to make it bigger? like… make it a bit more diverse?”

Baf

The Cosmic Elder played the first card after Robin claimed the turn, his expression calm yet guarded. “I don’t understand what you mean.” “Reaaally?” Robin let out low laugh, clearly amused. “You go to your private planet almost every single day to ‘increase the numbers of your tribe, then come back here to relax as if nothing happened… didn’t any of your wives tell you anything at all?”

“Grr…” The Cosmic Elder lowered his head slightly and glanced to the sides, his irritation obvious. “If I had known you would play this dirty, I wouldn’t have sent my children to you in the first place, you little brat.”

“Haha, and what exactly did I do wrong?” Robin laughed loudly, completely unfazed. “They’re all well preserved and protected, and they have all kept their virginity, patiently waiting for your approval. What’s wrong if some of the kids started having their hearts beating for their peers? That’s nothing more than the natural course of life.”

Robin placed his card with calm confidence, his movements steady.

“And by pure coincidence, all their peers just happen to be from the Burton family?!” The Cosmic Elder raised his voice slightly, clearly not convinced. “What can I say?” Robin shrugged lightly, as if the matter was trivial. “Your bloodline has a good eye for these things.” Then he extended his hand and firmly patted the Cosmic Elder’s remaining knee, adding weight to his words. “Your children are not children anymore. Many of them have already surpassed a century in age, and their numbers are far from small. Trying to force every single one of them to suppress the idea of love and early marriage is simply unrealistic…”

He then continued with composed seriousness, his tone becoming more grounded, “…having them act openly, in front of you, and wait for your approval is far better than them acting behind your back with partners you might not

accept or approve of… don’t you see that as well?”

“…Well played, little Robin. Well played.” The Cosmic Elder muttered, a trace of suppressed anger in his voice. “You win this round.” He then threw a card onto the table with a soft sound. “I will issue a decree allowing official marriages with members of the Burton family in general. Are you satisfied now?” “Haha, of course. Nothing brings me more joy than supporting young hearts finding their way.” Robin spread his arms with a satisfied grin. “I’ll take care of organizing the wedding ceremonies, and you can take responsibility for the

gifts!”

“Don’t push your luck too far!!” The Cosmic Elder raised his voice, clearly annoyed by the suggestion.

“Easy, easy.” Robin gestured for him to calm down as he played another card smoothly. “If you want your grandchildren to grow up in poverty, that’s entirely

your decision, not mine.”

“Poverty?” The Cosmic Elder frowned slightly, confused. “Do you even understand what that word means? In terms of pearls, you likely possess more

than I do.”

“Perhaps in the past.” Robin waved dismissively, his tone shifting. “But ever

since I established that network, the one dedicated to acquiring planetary artifact that I mentioned to you before, I’ve practically fallen into extreme

poverty.”

Robin let out a long breath, and it was clear from his expression that he wasn’t

exaggerating this

time.

After the network was fully completed and connected with Theo, the numbered Shadow Swords, along with several other high-level artifact experts working under Robin’s command and under the broader patronage of the Shadow Swords, his balance began disappearing the very moment it appeared, as if it could not stay for even a second.

Of course, in return, the amount of planetary artifact accumulating within the hidden and well-guarded vaults of the Shadow Swords had reached an astonishing level in both quality and quantity, artifact that, if ever revealed to the outside world, could shift the balance of entire sectors…

Yet despite that immense accumulation of power and resources, it still resulted

in Robin’s personal balance constantly hovering around zero, never truly stabilizing.

To the point that Robin eventually issued strict orders to those managing the

network to always leave him with at least a few billion pearls on hand, just in case an unexpected emergency arose and he needed immediate liquidity.