I stood there in silence for a good 5 minutes before snapping out of it.
“Are you crazy or what?” I said incredulously.
I was eyeing Brandon, who stood back about 5 feet from where Eva had moved to, almost next to me. This girl was starting to be more trouble than she was worth.
“Why Crazy,” she said coquettishly.
“What do you mean? Why is it crazy?”
“You do realize that Brandon is right behind you, and I’m pretty sure he is having a hardcore meltdown right now if he heard what you just said,” I replied.
She looked at me and said, “Watch this.” Then she turned around and asked Brandon.
“Brandon, honey, you don’t mind if I go into the butcher shop with Khyrum, right? I’m interested to see what’s inside,” she said sweetly.
I felt chills down my back when I heard her words. I was expecting Brandon to have a nuclear meltdown any second now.
“Of course not,” said Brandon, but I could see the flames coming out of his eyes.
I knew this was going to be another shit show at the estate once I got back.
“See, he’s ok with this,” she said as if everything was all right.
“He might be, but I’m not,” I said coldly.
“If you want to go inside, please have Brandon escort you in.”
I then walked up to her and whispered to her.
“I’m not sure what game you’re playing here, but I won't be a part of it.”
“If you want to play mind games with your boyfriend, please find some other fool to help you,” I said before turning around and walking into the butcher shop.
Aghh…was the only sound I heard after entering the shop.
“What an infuriating person,” Eva said as she stomped her feet.
She then turned around and walked over to Brandon.
“Brandon, why does Khurum have to be that way? All I asked was to see the shop inside, but he always acts cold towards me,” she said while grabbing his arm.
Brandon looked at her with loving eyes, then turned to see the doorway Khyrum had entered. He knew Khyrum had done him a favor by rejecting Eva, but he could not get past that Eva had asked him to leave while she spent time with Khyrum.
“This motherfucker really needs to be put in his place,” he mumbled to himself.
Eva looked up, thinking she heard Brandon mumble something, but she saw him staring intently at the doorway.
“You know what, Brandon?” she asked softly.
“Let's go downtown to scope out the spot where we are going to have our date later,” she said, pulling Brandon along.
As they started walking toward downtown, Eva turned around and looked back toward the butcher shop one last time, a hint of concern in her eyes.
Inside the butcher shop, I was unconcerned about what was happening outside. I had done my part in rejecting Brandon’s little crush. So, the rest was up to him to step in and save the day.
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I, however, was not aware that the idiotic Brandon had blamed this shit on me like always.
“Hey Roy, are you here?” I called out after walking in.
From the backroom, a voice called out.
“Whom the fuck is calling me so early in the afternoon,” said the grumpy Roy as he walked out of the back.
It looked like he had just woken up. The crust on his eyes was still present, and he was yawing nonstop as he spoke.
“It's me, you old freaking geezer,” I said as he looked up.
“Shit, Khyrum, what a surprise.”
“I say it is Roy. Look at you all grumpy and old-looking,” I said.
“Grumpy and old-looking?” fired back Roy.
“Let me tell you, boy, I’m only about 20 years older than you, so don’t get too youthful with me,” he said with a smirk.
“Why have you come, Khy,” he said.
“Weren’t you at school in Riyadh? So why the trip back?” he continued.
“Yeah, I’m still at; we just had a break in school and came down to visit,” I said as I approached the counter.
“So you came all the way to my shop from Riyadh to visit, huh?”
“Well, I came down to Rayong for a few other things, but I wanted to meet up with my best bud Roy,” I said chummily.
“Best Bud? Holy shit, whatever it is, it must be important,” he said in disbelief.
“Yeah, yeah, let's get past the pleasantries and get down to business, Roy,” I continued.
“See, that sounds more like you, brat,” he followed.
“Me and you talked about a lot of shit before Roy; you even passed me your skills for later, which leads me to the belief that me and you have a good repertoire between us.”
“So let me ask you, have you ever heard of enchanted items?” I said, gauging Roy's interest.
Roy’s eyes grew wide for a bit before stilling himself. He took a few steps forward and sat on the stool before him.
“Enchanted items, as in hunted items?” he asked, probing for more information.
“No, not hunted items, more as in charms that affect your skills,” I said.
Roy stood still for quite a few seconds before asking,
“Are you saying what I think you are saying, twirp?”
“Are you asking about items that grant or enhance your skills?”
“Is that what you're asking?” he said, visibly flustered.
“Yes,” I said stoically.
He looked at me for about five seconds before getting up from his seat. He then walked around the counter and headed to the front door. He then closed both doors and locked them so no one could enter.
Watching this, I was a little surprised by his actions.
“I don’t think he would try anything stupid,” I told myself. Considering all he had done for me in the past.
He then walked back around the counter and proceeded to sit back down.
“If we are going to have this conversation, it needs to be in private,” he said in a more serious tone.
“What you’re asking is a very private matter, Khyrum,” he said.
“Have I heard of those types of items? Yes!” he said.
“Those items are ancient and rare; due to their rarity, they have legend-like status,” he continued.
“They are held by some of the most powerful families and or groups from the committee. Groups like Zigmis, House Nouvis, and Clan Azura, to say a few.”
“There have been some covert wars fought over such items before,” he said.
He then looked at me with a questioning gaze.
“Why do you ask?” he said.
I looked at him briefly, then asked,” Everything we talk about stays between us, right Roy?”
He looked at me as if confused and then nodded.
“Of course. Do you think I would still be here if my family knew I passed the family skills to you freely or that you were bringing me beasts at your age?”
“Do you think you would still be here if I had talked?” he then said.
I knew the answer but still had to ask.
“No, but then I knew you wouldn’t talk,” I continued.
“Let me ask you then, is there a way to check if an item is a charm or is enchanted?” I said in a casual voice.
Roy’s eyes grew so big that it seemed that they were going to fall out of his face.
“Are you fucking with me, boy? Are you telling me you have one of these items?” he said, almost yelling.
I looked at him and nodded.
“It seems like it is, but I’m not sure,” I said.
“That’s why I wanted to find out if it could be checked, to see if it was.”
“I was planning to ask in school if you did not know,” I said before Roy interrupted me.
“No, don’t do that, idiot,” he said.
“As soon as you say you have something like that in public, you’re as good as dead.”
“As soon as the news that a new legacy item has been found, all major powers will try to get it, and unless you have the backing of one of these powers, you stand no chance,” he said worriedly.
“Legacy items?” I said questioningly.
“Yeah, that is what these items are called,” he said.
“Hmm, sounds showy to me,” I thought.
“Is there a way of checking these types of items?” I asked again.
Roy looked at me briefly, got up, and started walking to his back office.
“Let me check something on my computer before I answer that question,” he said as he walked away.
I was hesitant to bring out the angel wings, unsure if they were enchanted.
I decided to risk it; I pulled out the angel wing trinket from my pocket and placed it on the counter.
Even while watching it now, I could swear it had a golden hue.
As Roy walked back, he was reading something on his CAD. He looked up and saw the angel wings on the counter.
He stopped.
He looked at it for the longest time before suddenly screaming,
“OH, MY FUCKING GOD, A TIER ONE LEGACY!”