Chapter 452: Psychic Style Successor (1/2)

Wrapped in black arcane robe with black cloth covering the face, Ayrin’s group stood at the entrance of a village.

The village was not large and only had a single crossroad. There were only a little over a hundred houses including the shops. The highest building was the windmill.

A big city was located on the mountain not far from the village. There were three huge water pillars in the city, three springs that continuously gushed out. They looked like three white pillars from afar, and the sound of water gushing out could even be heard from the village.

“That’s the Three Spring City, then here should be the Spear Spring Village, right?”

Stingham took a look at the map and commented.

“Idiot!”

Rinloran lamented.

A stone tablet stood at the side of the road a few steps before them, and ‘Spear Spring Village’ was carved on it.

“Are your eyes used for breathing!?” Meraly was completely speechless. He had to check the map for such an obvious fact, yet still unsure.

“Oh? There’s actually a stone tablet here.” Stingham looked as if he just realized it. Then, he stealthily turned around to look at Ayrin, “What do we do next? Secretly surround the house those two lived in and go inside to capture them?”

“......” Rinloran and Meraly were lost for words.

“Ferguillo, what do you think?” Stingham also asked Ferguillo who kept a low profile.

“Stingham, we obviously can’t do that. We are not some bandit team, we are here to ask them for teaching.” Ayrin interrupted with a serious answer.

“Yeah, we are not a bandit team...... It can’t be helped, we’re wearing such suspicious outfits, making me confused about our roles.” Stingham laughed embarrassedly.

“Let’s go!”

Meraly seriously did not want to waste anymore time with that bunch, she walked at the front moodily.

“Gorin Jam Shop...... It should be here.”

The village was small, hence Ayrin’s group quickly found the house the old man and handicapped youth lived according to Crane Team’s information.

It was a medium-sized yard with a jam shop signboard. However, it was not a standard shop with a hall. It was similar to many goblin shops, with a separated living quarter and a few shop shelves lined up with various jams.

Although it was night, they still operated. Ayrin immediately saw a skinny boy that seemed three to four years younger than him sitting on a bench in the shop.

That youth had a sickly pale complexion. However, due to his skinny build, his eyes looked especially big. In addition to his fixed customer smile, he looked docile and pleasant at first glance.

Seeing the large group of masked people suddenly appearing at the doorstep, that youth was clearly shocked for a moment. However, he immediately squeezed out a smile and bowed on the bench, asking, “May I ask if you want to buy something?”

“No, we are here for some teachings.” Ayrin entered the door and spoke in a serious tone while looking at the youth passionately.

“Teaching?” Hearing Ayrin’s foreign tone, that youth was shocked again.

“What’s the matter?”

At that moment, an elderly voice came from inside. The curtain separating the shop and living quarter was lifted up and an old man with jam stains on his hands walked out.

That old man looked a little fierce. His forehead was longer than normal people, but his eyes were slightly sunken. His hair was short, but the white hair was standing up. His gaze was extremely sharp, like an eagle’s gaze.

“Looks like the information is correct!”

Ayrin’s eyes immediately brightened. He excitedly spoke, “Gramps, we heard that you two are successors of the Psychic Style, so we rushed over here. Gramps, can you teach us Psychic Style?”

“What!?”

The old man and the youth changed their expressions instantly.

The skinny youth showed no change other than looking scared. However, the old man clearly exuded a much more powerful presence. A suffocating aura instantly filled the entire jam shop.

“Elderly, we mean no harm.”

Ferguillo’s emotionless voice called out.

He clearly felt the killing intent from the old man. If they did not mend the mood, that old man might just attack first.

Rinloran and the others also felt it. However, at that moment, Stingham mumbled, “The Crane Team is unreliable! They gave us false information. They said that the old man is already heavily injured and about to die!”