Entering the room, everyone stared in astonishment at the nine plumes laid out on the table. They had already been crafted into ornaments, ready to be pinned directly onto the shoulder.
"Aren't these the feathers from Little Tail?"
Lucille Xing exclaimed in surprise, gazing at the nine feather ornaments of various colors. Everyone looked helplessly at the Ninefeather Bird nearby, its eyes slightly widened in apparent anger—its nine tail feathers had been plucked.
"Do you still remember when I was born?"
Yuna Ji spoke, looking at Joseph Qiao. He nodded, and those who were unclear about the situation turned to look at him.
"Back then, our tribe captured two Ninefeather Birds. To spare our northern tribe from paying tribute, we sent the birds to the King's Residence. King Grant eventually allowed our tribe three years without tribute, and the 'Yun' in Yuna's name stands for 'promise,' hoping that the king's promise would win the heart of the northern tribe."
"Ah, so that's the story! I thought it was just a random name!"
Lucille Xing exclaimed again. Several pairs of eyes looked at her helplessly as she scratched the back of her head and chuckled. At this moment, Joseph Qiao walked over, picked up the white feather from the table, and pinned it to his right shoulder, smiling as he spoke.
"This color suits me best."
Lucille Xing picked up the plumes, examining them left and right, then happily chose the crimson feather.
Hey, I’m obviously more suited for the gold one, you…
The color of the sun, right? Haha, but this should be for the strongest among us, shouldn’t it?
Sebastian Zhao smiled confidently. No one around him objected—he was indeed the strongest warrior in the King’s Residence tribe. Even if the other four fought together, they couldn’t beat him. Yuna Ji had easily knocked him down many times before, and he had taught her many techniques.
Whether it was speed or strength, Sebastian Zhao excelled. He was only a bit taller than Yuna Ji, and compared to Leonard Lei, he looked like a child, but each of his blows grew heavier.
This thing is really handy!
Sebastian Zhao played with a pair of daggers in his hands, each as long as an arm. These days, only Lucille Xing had seen him use them, and now she was deep in thought.
With these daggers, no one can survive, right?
Phoenix Yu sighed helplessly.
Alright, I get it. Be sure to kill more enemies, okay?
Sebastian Zhao nodded.