141 Tetragranium (2/2)
Tafi added, ”Not only that, but he also did so without a high level cultivation or proper tutelage on intent. If he is this strong, then we can only assume Musashi is around the same level if not stronger. Not to mention Genesis… This planet is supposed to be a small low level world, how does it possess so many beings with such potential?”
”Only Lord Modus can answer that I'm afraid. So, will he use the metal?” asked Adelda.
Adelda sighed. Her primary mission was to observe Will, but his identity was about to be exposed. The girl had grown fond of the boy over the past 5 years. She secretly hoped that he would succeed because he had so much potential. If he was on an ordinary low level world he would be akin to a god already, but unfortunately, he wasn't the only freak Earth.
”Just what is the secret behind this planet,” thought Adelda as she gazed at the planet below her. ”Okay carry on. It will take a bit of time before Dragonheart is ready to use the tetragranium and use it to convene the conclave. Carefully observe him and report to me when he is just about to do it.”
”Understood,” said Tafi as she disappeared. Adelda had her gaze stuck on Will the whole time she had been talking to Tafi. She took her mission a bit too seriously, but Modus found it cute.
'Will, you need to get stronger faster! Time is running out!'
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In a bar not that far from where Will and his gang were, a disheveled Ezra snored on the bar table without a care in the world. This bar was a hotspot for hunters who were looking for work. It just happened to be close to quite a few dungeons, so users of all sorts would visit. As this was the age of the system, it was not strange to have people dressed in bizarre ways. For the past 3 years, no one had been able to silence the hubbub of the large bar. Ezra stopped snoring and whispered, ”Oh fuck me.”
Next, one could hear the bear doors open. For the first time in 3 years the entire bar was silent. The owner was the bartender and he stretched his gaze to the cause of the sudden silence. Afterall, he was proud of that 3-year record. It was like a small victory for him. Now it was ruined, by someone who seemed to be a Tibetan Monk.
The man was young, early twenties at most. His eyes were open and naive, just like a newborn baby. He was dressed in orange and yellow garbs. In his arms was a strange broom. The bristles were made from dried up grass and stuck together to a tree branch that could barely be called straight. Every step he took the man would make the butt of the broom hit the ground lightly. With each hit came sounds of jingling. Sometimes it sounded like the chimes of a bell, sometimes it sounded like old rusty cans bumping into each other. It was ever-changing but always caught the ear.
The young man smiled and greeted everyone upon his walk. He was very polite and made everyone there feel at ease. Well, everyone except one. Eventually, he arrived at his intended seat, causing people to start talking. What was a monk doing in a bar? The hubbub continued as too many strange things were now happening daily. An alcoholic monk was only slightly amusing.
Genesis took his seat next to the disheveled Ezra. Ezra stretched and yawned, ”Hey Boss, what can I do you for?”