Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 118: Dianna Yeste

Chapter 118: Dianna Yeste

"Isn’t this the artifact crafted by Michael Wang?" Laurencia Kirilova mentioned the Michael Wang who is a student of their artifact refining college.

Coming from Laurencia Kirilova’s mouth, that name wasn’t just anyone.

Michael Wang was one of the most gifted students at the artifact refining college and nearly became Laurencia Kirilova’s student when he joined.

"Beanie, can you let Uncle Kirilova have a look?" Laurencia Kirilova seemed intrigued by the artifact.

Judia Lin immediately resumed her composed expressions, and nodding politely. "Of course, Uncle Kirilova."

She then handed over the artifact to him.

Laurencia Kirilova’s fingers lightly traced the artifact, and confirming it as one of the artifavt that was crafted by Michael Wang.

He craft it a year ago, and only he could craft formation artifacts like this.

"What you said earlier, has anyone repaired this artifact? Could you tell Uncle Kirilova the specifics?"

Mr. Lin who hearing his friend’s inquiry, was slightly surprised, "Is there something wrong with this artifact?"

"The problem is, there’s no problem," Laurencia Kirilova said with a hidden meaning.

While Judia Lin and Mikel Sabate might not have caught it, Mr. Lin did understand his friend’s implication.

Laurencia Kirilova asked them to speak.

Judia Lin was unaware about it, so the informed Mikel Sabate reluctantly stepped forward.

He didn’t want to disclose that the artifact his uncle gifted him was broken but ended up having to reveal it in public.

Mikel Sabate didn’t dare to hide anything; in front of the two wisest elders in the fruit nation, lying was futile.

"She was recommended by someone, and I didn’t have high expectations. I just let her try fixing Beanie’s artifact, and surprisingly, she did repair it. I was also surprised," Mikel Sabate explained.

Judia Lin glared fiercely at him out of sight of the two elders.

Mikel Sabate stuck out his tongue; with his grandfather present, he wasn’t afraid anymore.

Laurencia Kirilova stroked his not-so-thick beard thoughtfully.

"Oh, I just remembered something," Mikel Sabate exclaimed, "She seems to have a master. She’s so skilled; her mentor must be renowned one. I was thinking of coming back and asking around the people in big apple city for exceptional artificer masters."

He had been confined by his family for two days, and if it weren’t for today, he might have taken a while to remember.

Mr. Lin nodded subtly, and looking at Laurencia Kirilova "Among the artificer masters you know, has anyone recently taken on an apprentice?"

The ones who used to weren’t from big apple city, that much Mr. Lin knew.

"As far as I know, no one. Perhaps it’s a master who prefers seclusion. I never expected that in this coastal town of big apple city, there’d be a young artificer nearly as talented as Michael Wang. I’m quite curious about who her mentor is," Laurencia Kirilova said.

The two masters, misled by Mikel Sabate, assumed there was indeed a hidden master behind Amalia, and thus, a misunderstanding ensued.

"The Earth’s spiritual energy depletion is worsening, while the number of spawned monsters increases. If there truly is a reclusive master artificer, maybe reaching out him could help us," Mr. Lin suggested subtly.

Laurencia Kirilova chuckled, "You’re right. I’m intrigued too. If Fruit nation could produces another grandmaster artificer, it’d be quite a scenario."

Mikel Sabate and Judia Lin were utterly bewildered by the conversation.

"What are you all talking about, Uncle Kirilova?" Mikel Sabate, with a somewhat impatient nature, immediately questioned.

"What’s the name of the artificer who helped you repair the artifact?" Laurencia Kirilova diverted the question.

However, Mikel Sabate’s attention was drawn elsewhere. "I know, I know! According to my uncle, her name is Amalia, and she seems to be associated with the Rodriguez family."

"The Rodriguez family?"

Mr. Lin furrowed his brow, "The Rodriguez family from the capital? How does your uncle know?"

"No, it’s the Rodriguez family from big apple city, a branch of the capital’s Rodriguez family," Mikel Sabate hastily explained.

"My uncle asked her to help craft a similar artifact for my cousin. With that, they seem to have crossed paths."

"Martin Carnales?" Mr. Lin recalled.

Mikel Sabate nodded.

"Martin Carnales is a shrewd merchant. If he’s dealing with someone, there’s likely an underlying motive. But..." Mr. Lin paused suddenly, glancing at his friend, "based solely on one artifact, you’re certain this Amalia’s talent matches Michael Wang’s?"

Laurencia Kirilova smiled and handed over the artifact.

Although not an artificer, Mr. Lin had encountered manyof them over the years and noticed this was a formation artifact.

...

There is varied accommodation, and for the original body, staying in a dormitory meant the least favorable conditions.

Heavenly Path University offered four types of accommodation: single, double, and quadruple rooms.

Single rooms included both villas and regular dormitories; villas were exclusively for one class, while others could apply but needed to pay a hefty fee.

Having emptied her savings, Amalia switched from a quadruple room to a single one, and the process took at least three days.

During this time, she had to stay in the original quadruple room.

Before heading to the dorm, Amalia messaged Kenny Lin, and inquiring about his arrival time.

Recognizing her message, Kenny Lin is likely had plans to utilize his spiritual abilities again like what happend that night, and responding with "Wait for me."

Relieved, Amalia stored away her communicator.

Heavenly Path University was very vast.

It took over half an hour to walk from the artifact refining college back to the dorms, with more people living farther away due to availability.

Amalia was the first to return.

Although it was a quadruple room, the space inside was quite sizable.

It was divided into four sections without doors, and allowing one to see inside easily.

The original owner had few belongings: a bed, a table, a chair, and a cabinet.

There were several bags of garbage piled near the door and miscellaneous items strewn across the room—none of which belonged to the original owner.

While pondering this, the dorm door opened, flooding the room with lively chatter and laughter.

"Well, if it isn’t Miss Vanquez, coming to school so early this semester," Dianna Yeste, one of Amalia’s roommates, joked.

She slept opposite Amalia, and the clutter in the room is also belonged to her.

When the original owner joined the school, Dianna Yeste had already filled the room with her belongings.

During this break, apparently not going home, she’d once again used the room as her storage space.

Dianna Yeste’s words carried a hint of sarcasm.

What Miss Vanquez? Moreover, due to joining late last semester, in the past month, their relationship with the three dormmates had been quite strained, with Dianna Yeste and the others mostly ignoring the original owner.

Dianna Yeste noticed Amalia eyeing her belongings on the bed, and with a half-hearted smile, she said, "I’m really sorry. I thought you wouldn’t come for quite some time this semester. I’m a bit busy now, but if you don’t mind, I’ll tidy up later tonight."

"What if I mind?" Amalia leaned against the door, her gaze cold.

The smile on Dianna Yeste’s face froze, "What did you say?"

"Now, immediately remove your belongings and garbage," Amalia asserted firmly, with a palpable aura confronting Dianna Yeste.

Dianna Yeste’s expression changed.

This Amalia who once timid and wouldn’t dare retort, was now challenging him?

"Why can’t you wait for a while? I have something urgent now," Dianna Yeste, feeling displeased, retorted with an edge in her voice.

"Do you think you’re in the right here?" Amalia lifted her eyelids, and casting a glance at him.

Dianna Yeste suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

"What’s wrong with you? Dianna Yeste said she’s busy. Will it cost you anything to wait a bit before tidying up?" Two roommates couldn’t bear watching.

"She’s from the same dorm. Even if Dianna Yeste usually has it tough, can’t you be a bit understanding?" the other roommate added.

"Whether she has it tough or not, what does that have to do with me? Are we even friends?"

Amalia’s cold gaze swept over their faces, carrying a hint of ridicule, and finally resting on Dianna Yeste.

"Are you jealous or feeling inferior, needing validation from me?"

Dianna Yeste suddenly felt exposed, as though her innermost thoughts were laid bare before her.

She couldn’t help but resent it.

"Even if you don’t see us as friends, do you have to say it like that? You, just a bottom-dweller in Class 9, what is there for me to envy or feel inferior about? Are you joking?" Dianna Yeste sneered.

"Yeah, so what if you’re academically strong? It’s useless if your abilities are worthless. Dianna Yeste is in Class 1. What’s there for you to be jealous of? Aren’t you jealous of Dianna Yeste?" the other roommate chimed in.

"A bottom-dweller in Class 9?" Amalia narrowed her sharp eyes.

To someone like Dianna Yeste, she knew what she was thinking.

For those from average backgrounds, they might have savings in the hundreds of thousands, but supporting a child attending Heavenly Path University would undoubtedly strain their finances.

The university was filled with wealthy students.

Dianna Yeste who is lacking a resolute mindset, had lived here for a semester and naturally struggled with maintaining balance.

She toiled and labored, striving to earn money, sacrificing sleep to ensure she wouldn’t be expelled from Class 1, losing the honor and status of being an outstanding student.

While these wealthy students effortlessly acquired what she struggled for, and it was even more difficult for her to accept it.

Hence, upon discovering that the original owner was also a wealthy second-generation student with a mild personality, Dianna Yeste unloaded her pent-up pressure onto her.

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