“You may proceed, as I too want to learn clearly, in what kind of a disaster have you found yourself within.”
“Well, it all transpired quite slow, before—.”
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[Old Wan—!? What is it this time? Why have you called for me?]
[A small problem.]
But as Rowen was starting to tell the tale of his near-death ordeal, old Wan was also about to describe his own portrayal of the story. As, while he was walking southwards, on the path that the snake and Levis had taken during the mess, the old man was not talking using his mouth, because at this moment he was holding a hand size red plate to his forehead, while he was gazing left, right, up and down at his surroundings, taking in, all the abnormalities left by the big serpent in its rampant and eyeless state.
[---.]
[What kind---, of a small problem?]
[The kind that will attack you.]
[Who? Is Rowen alive?]
[The young master is safe---, wounded, but in no critical state. Right now, he is under sir Baron’s supervision, while I am collecting the last remaining madness crystal.]
[Madden beasts!? Exactly what happened, you can explain without the "regard".]
[A dozen ranked cultivators, four high cultivators a woman and two men, two Immortals, and two Kings. One Immortal and one King were devoured, while one King, was executed by sir Baron. The last Immortal, the woman, had escaped, probably the culprit or the intermediary for the one to have put this hit on young master Rowen.]
[And the madden beasts?]
[Twenty-one black-scale snakes. I had sensed fluctuation coming from afar, prior to the attempt. Most plausible this is the cause of a third party.]
[Poachers, for underground battles?]
[I believe it to be it as well.]
[If you are with sir Baron, then there you no longer in any problem regarding your safety. However, is the brat really alright?]
[Although he suffered a few deaths under him, he did not break under the pressure.]
[If this is his determination, I can no longer say anything about his ambition.]
[It appears so.]
[Till we meet in dark?]
[Till we meet in the fire!]
Without saying much, the conversation between the old, and the man concluded, unexpectedly, as old Wan put the red plate away, and continued with his investigation, as he arrived at the place where the dead snake's corpse was.
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But, as for the location of the man on the other side of the communication plate, one could not understand it, be it by his voice or by analyzing the sounds in the background, or by deciphering the structure and internal mechanism, of the long communication plate that the old man was using.
However at this very moment, in a distant location, from where old Wan and the rest were. A hand, which was not as wrinkled and old, as that of old Wan, was just now putting away the same sort of red plate.
“Brother Adam!?”
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“General Adam! Who it was, that called for you personally?”
Even so, as the plate disappeared, the hand of the man became blurred, from an intense wave of heat that was radiated for a sole instant of a moment, while voices of two men called immediately, to the man called Adam, which seemed to lose himself for a moment.
“Nothing, East King Doer, just a simple call from my son’s caretaker, to report that the young miss Doer, had reached for them.”
“Tsk—, tsk–, tsk—, that damn son of yours! He—he–he-, has actually taken my little Luise---! You, and your damn son of yours.”
“Elias! Show respect, and stop blaming the kid, for your own daughter's actions, do not be shameful. And you, brat Adam I already told you to not show any respect to this stupid son of mine. If he were half the man that you are, he may be called Lord, but to call him a King, is nothing short that an insult to mine ears—, and I have said to leave all the title and whatnot way from here---. And--, damn it-! Brat Siger, tase mine wine, do not gulp it down like a horse, how can no manner can enter that stony head of yours.”
“Father!!?”
“Tsk—, old Alt, wine, and all other kinds of brew, must be drunk merely! But if you are going to yell at me every time I come here, you might as well send me ten of these gourds so I can drink alone.”
But as the voices continued to talk between themselves, one could understand that four men were present, one old and three others that sounded rather young, judging them by their voices. As to why, one would only understand the presence of the men, and not of their features, it was simply because, if one were to not be of a similar, or close level of power, one would not be able to even look at them, let alone stand on one's feet, or worst be seated next to them. As they were all seated on four rook-like chairs, at a large round table, filled with food, and a larger gourd filled with wine at the center of the table, but the gourd was not on the table itself, as the center of the table was opened, to allow for the large gourd to stand and prompt itself with the table.
“You small bastard, do you think this wine is so easily produced? You go, and make ten bottles, of this wine---!!! So, Adam. Is everything, truly alright?”
“---.”
“Sigh---, I guess the eyes of old east general can—.”
“Huuu!?”
“Old sir Alt's eyes can still see thru everything---. But it is, an already done matter, as it seems that someone had tried to harm Rowen and failed, nothing more.”
“Hooo—! Little Rowen had his first assassination attempt. Next time we meet, I must during a glass with him. Hahaha---!!!”
“Oy, what is “nothing more”, what if he were to die? Then what are you—, I am going to do about my little girl in her griff!!! Send someone stronger to protect him, rather than that caretaker who is not even a King. Who do you think will come for your brat? Some no-name Immortal!?”
“Elias! Watch and shut your mouth! The fact that the boy had left Adam’s protection means he already knows what troubles he might get into. Death is just one part of those problems. And what strong King you bastard---, who made Baron move to the capital to watch after Luise.”
“No need to worry brother Elias, caretaker Wan is still capable, and I have left a protective sigil with my brat, so he would not die so easily. Though I made it so, it will leave a mark onto his body, so as to remember, that I can not truly protect him, if he is to leave in the world”
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Returning back, in the vast forest, old Wan who had ended his communication was now standing before a bush, that seemed to have been destroyed, as he was looking carefully at the signs, left by the movements made by the snake, while the body of the reptile was lying on the ground, some dozens of meter away. The long body was near a large rock, headless, while a big splash of blood, flesh, bone, and grey matter, formed from a small mess near the same rock, which seemed to have been his head, as it had most likely been stomped by the boar.
But, as he looked further on, he could clearly observe the places that the boy had tumbled about, as a small crease was forming on his old face, while knowing that if Levis were to be hit by the beast, the boy would have been most likely left within an inch of his life, in the best case scenario.
Yet, he could not lose time on any of his speculative ideas that were unfounded, as even he could not know, how the ordeal had truly gone for sure.
So, with a long sword in hand, the old man began to dig into the long body which he was cutting into it, to find its crystal that could be anywhere in its body. Though a moment later, the old man drew his sword back, and a dark violet stone, made itself visible, only to be picked up a moment later by his old hand.
[Now to the north. Time to find out why, and how they had come to be, in today's tribulation.]
“Caretaker Wan!”
“Sir Baron!?”
But just as the old man was about to move again, and head north for his overall inquiry, the voice of sir Baron resounded in his ear, all of the sudden. But as he moved to look around, there was no sight of the man as it was evident that the man was sending his words via his mind and energy.
“Is there something that sir, may require from this old man?”
“Well—, not require as much to ask, about the little boy Levis, that had come to be with you all.”
However, as old Wan, heard the name of the boy from the man, his eyelid and corner of his mouth twitched, as it was just a moment ago that the brat was on his mind, and now it was most likely from another ridiculous problem, which had made sir Baron contact him.
“If there is anything that the boy has done, which sir might find displeasing, I beg for your pardoned, for he is just an ignorant boy, from a remote village, unaccustomed to the customs of the world at large.”
“No---, nothing so bad, although he seems to be desiring to win, and take over my boar. What I want to know, is about his cultivation.”
[A there it is.] — “Has sir asked young master, Rowen?”
“No, not yet.”
“Well this is nothing to be hidden, but he had been helped and awakened by a traveling cultivator. We found him as such, so young master Rowen had offered his a place at his side.”
“Ho-, ho-, ho---, little Rowen is thinking of growing ou.t of Adam's house.”
“It appears so, as his stubbornness is a family trait---, unfortunately.”
“Well, this is a good seedling. Thirteen years old, at rank 1 high, ready for rank 2. This boy is not bad when looked at his overall prospectives.”
[Rank one high?] — “Yes, this wind of luck, had blown on the young master’s side.”
“It did indeed. Though he most certainly is an odd one.”
“Odd—?! What is he doing!?”
"---."
“Again!”
"What is he---?"