After the rock turtle invasion, the old man was in some sort of a weakened state. The ragged boy that was together with him, Simon could notice it. The old man’s appetite clearly diminished.

They stayed in the Farm Land’s western outskirts. They would help with the restoration of the donkey paths in the morning then spar in the afternoon and in the evening Simon would practice flow. The boy was getting stronger in terms of magic but he didn’t have any applicable usage for this. Still, the boy didn’t stop.

Until one day an adventurer approached them.

“Sir… a letter from the guild master of Pharsha,” the lone adventurer said and gave the said letter to the old man.

“Thanks, tell him that I really appreciate this,” the old man said, they were currently sparring.

Simon took his sweet time resting and just silently watched the quick conversation. The old man stared at Simon and then opened up the letter. After a few reads he crumpled it and smiled.

“We are going to the Sun God’s peak, a blacksmith I know lives there,” the old man said. It was not the only good news he read.

Joshua had safely gone into the central continent. He wasn’t sure what the future would be for him but knowing one of his own was alive made him smile.

“Sun God’s Peak?” the boy said as he stood up.

“Ready our things, I would just say goodbye to the couple,” the old man said and he began to leave, Simon proceeded to prepare their things.

The old man walked Eastward. During that time the knights were still busy. He could see the quick progress of the new western wall of the Farmlands. In a few moments he arrived at the ridge they dug earlier. There were now made stairs… a monument was also there where the names of the fallen were etched, going up, the gate that was still under construction.

Wilfred was on the top of the gate. Magic and human ingenuity were truly a marvel to behold when in action. The old man smiled, in a few more weeks the wall would be finished. Wilfred saw the old man and waved, the noble jumped down and using earth magic cushioned himself.

“Hmm… I like that,” the old man said and Wilfred smiled at him brightly.

The Seldon clan was known as the holder of the Earth and Water magic element. They were originally from the central continent and specialized in constructing magic. But the noble’s society swallowed them whole, nicknamed as the Dirty Nobles they opt to move to the eastern continent and try their luck on the eastern frontier.

The old man showed his hands. Wilfred shook it.

“We will be leaving now, take care and I would like some money too,” the old man shamelessly said.

Wilfred smiled, he was beginning to understand how the old man thinks. The glory he had experienced in the fight against the rock turtle would be a lesson he would never forget. He wallowed remembering Lady Farris’s story about Joshua.

His wife said that the boy actually tried to ask help from the other nobles of the farmlands to fight against the turtle but he was reprimanded.

“I will give you some, just give me a few moments,-” Wilfred smiled, he would gladly comply with the old man. “-Thank you for everything… where is the boy now?” Wilfred asked for the boy who was always together with the old man.

“He is back at our camp preparing for our leave… don’t even think you could handle the boy,” the old man had an idea of why Wilfred was asking for the boy.

“He would be a monster in the future, where did you find him?” Wilfred wanted to know more.

“No… he actually found me… let’s leave it at that…” the old man said.

<--->

Trist Port Town.

The news of the Rock Turtle invasion spread. The hero of the era’s name was heard again after a long time. Jimmy glared, the Guild Master of the Adventurer’s Guild in Pharsha wondered how did it happened. One of the few requests of the old man was to make him anonymous as much as possible.

The doors of his office opened up and a staff entered “Sir… Joshua Varus has been successfully delivered into the Central Continent, but he disappeared,” the staff said, Jimmy, the old man pinched his eyebrows. Well, delivering him was the only request of the old man.

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Now to deal with his paper works that was at hand.

“Knock- Knock,” the office door sounded. It opened.

A figure emerged from the opened door, his presence commanding attention despite his unassuming stature. With a frame of average build, he carried himself with a quiet confidence that spoke volumes. But it was his visage that truly captivated the two onlookers—a face weathered by time and trials, bearing a scar on his face. His most striking feature, a vacant socket where an eye once resided, served as a haunting reminder of the sacrifices made in the pursuit of his adventures.

Long strands of hair, silvered with age, cascaded down his back like a waterfall of memories. Each strand seemed to whisper secrets of distant lands and perilous journeys, weaving tales of heroism and hardship. To the untrained eye, he appeared as a veteran of countless escapades, a living legend shrouded in mystery and legend.

But to the old man Jimmy, there was no mystery surrounding this enigmatic figure. He knew him by name, a name whispered in hushed tones by those who dared to speak of him—Redgar Nigel.

“Jimmy it's good to see you…” Redgar smiled, and with him, a few daggers were hanging on his waist. The famous rainbow daggers. The staff that was together with the guild master gulped. Jimmy waved at the staff so that she could leave.

“Stop…” Redgar's voice boomed, a commanding force that froze the staff member in his tracks. His gaze bore into Jimmy, the guild master, with an intensity that hinted at the raw power he wielded. Jimmy's smile faltered, a thin veneer of confidence cracking under the weight of Redgar's presence.

“Redgar... what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Jimmy's attempt at nonchalance belied the unease that simmered beneath the surface. The staff member could feel a chill creeping up her spine as the tension between the two men thickened, each word laden with an unspoken threat.

“I have come for you, but before that…” Redgar's voice rumbled like distant thunder as he closed the distance to the desk, his eye boring into Jimmy's with an intensity that seemed to pierce through flesh and bone. “Don't you dare lie to me, Jimmy Clatter…” His words were a whispered threat, laced with the promise of consequences. “I've held you in high regard, respected your integrity... but now, tell me... Where is the old bastard?”

“Man of my word, my ass!!” Jimmy's defiance cracked like thunder against Redgar's looming presence. “Then why are you here?! Why resort to threats and—”

“SLAM!!!” The desk quaked under Redgar's wrathful fist, cutting Jimmy's words short with a jolt of primal fear.

“Are you stalling for time?” Redgar's voice was a growl, dripping with menace. “I will uncover the truth, one way or another... Speak now, or watch her suffer,” he threatened, his knife glinting in the dim light as it pointed dangerously to the trembling staff member. A stifled gasp escaped the staff member's lips, her throat dried with terror.

“You'd sacrifice an innocent bystander now?” Jimmy's smirk dripped with disdain. “You disappoint me... and you're becoming a rarity.” Despite his age, Jimmy's irritation burned hot beneath the surface, fueled by the audacity of Redgar's actions.

But Redgar wasn't seeking approval; he demanded compliance. With a coldness that sent shivers down Jimmy's spine, he hurled the knife towards the staff member, a merciless execution of his demand. Jimmy reacted instinctively, flinging his pen in a desperate attempt to alter the blade's trajectory, but it was futile. Although it hit the knife found its mark, embedding itself in the staff member's shoulder, eliciting a gut-wrenching scream of agony.

“REDGAR... YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!” Jimmy's fury ignited like wildfire, crackling with unrestrained rage. Lightning crackled around him, a manifestation of his wrath. “How dare you commit such an atrocity in front of me!?” His voice thundered, shaking the very foundation of the room.

“You hypocrite! Lenaya died, and you were there too! That damned old man was there too! I played my part, yet I'm the one who suffers in the end!” Redgar, undeterred by Jimmy's outburst, retrieved another knife from his waist, his resolve unyielding. “Don't expect me to back down now,-” he growled, his gaze unwavering. “-If it's a fight to the death you seek, then so be it.”

Jimmy knew that the whole town would be destroyed if they fought. “He's heading southeast… if you have heard of the Sun God Peak, they are going there,” Jimmy clenched his fist after answering it.

A smile cracked at Redgar’s face.

Blood started flowing out of Jimmy’s chest. His shirt was getting drenched on it, he checked it out but there was no hole in his shirt. What was happening?

Something was wrong, his strength was leaving his body, “What is this?!!” Jimmy said. He tried using his magic but he collapsed as sparks tried to leave his body.

“Jimmy, Rolling Thunder… you command lightning, you mentored the old bastard for a while… you survived the most dangerous era in history… but you are not immune against a demonic spell,” Redgar said.

To Jimmy, the scene changed. He was on his bed, his chest already punctured. “You are going to die now,” Redgar stood beside his bed and a demon was holding his head.

“Demon… let go of me!!!” Jimmy told in spite.

Redgar knew that the Old Jimmy would die… slowly, he stared at the eyes of the old man. “I could end this faster,” Redgar offered his mercy but…

The dying Jimmy smirked. “I want to feel my life escaping out of my body… just watch me die please… and get this fucking demon away from me,” the old man said. Redgar looked at the demon who scowled at the old man. “Please leave… I will fulfill the contract… my soul at stake,” Redgar said solemnly.

The demon left the room of the old man. To Redgar he still felt sympathy as he watched the old man begin his final breath. “You should know this… those demons were the ones who eradicated the Varus clan… Alphecca’s clan… they are the only ones that could fight against them, the only one who could…” Finally, Jimmy died.

“I don’t care…”

Redgar said as he started to leave, he was on the second floor of the adventurer’s guild. He went outside of the windows jumping on the ground. The demon was there waiting for him while it was already wearing a disguise.

“Was the information enough?” the demon asked.

“It's enough,-” and Redgar began to walk, his purpose and destination were clear… he had been waiting for years… and years. Now that he heard that he was still alive it was time to fulfill his promise, Redgar touched his scar and glared. “-Alphecca, I’m coming for you!”