Chapter 27 - The Obelisk (1/2)

When the third card was pulled from the third amount, the old woman caught Nathalia's wrist before there was time to turn it over to see the design.

”Are you sure you want this letter?” Looking the girl in the eye, Madame asked.

The elf nodded, and the woman then let go of her wrist. As soon as the girl turned the card over, the design of a Khopesh Sword revealed itself, a bow-shaped blade whose golden ornaments complemented the beauty of this famous weapon.

The half-wolf couldn't tell how a Khopesh Sword, a Druid, and a Sparrowhawk were related, yet he didn't doubt the meanings of the cards and didn't trust he could interpret them.

Finally, the girl went to the fourth amount of cards and instead of taking the first one, she took the last one. Again the old woman asked if that was really the letter she wanted.

The girl this time returned the last card to the deck and took the one in the middle. When he turned it around, he saw Hawk again. ”A repeated letter?” She asked out loud.

”Do you prefer to know the meaning of each one, or just the mixture of them?” The old woman gathered the four withdrawn cards and put the rest of the cards aside.

”Second option.”

Madame closed her eyes and stayed like that for a few seconds, with the cards under her hands. Opening her eyes, she said:

”A young girl, with many successes ahead of her, but there is a dark stain in her future, and she is in the heart of one of the people close to you. You must be careful.”

To the girl, that didn't even make sense, because she didn't know enough people to worry about bad intentions.

”Tsk! Let's go, Luke.” The elf, annoyed, placed two gold coins on the counter, took the bag with the Return Stones, and left the store.

Luke thanked the old woman and paid the ten silver coins for reading. As soon as he left the store, he saw Nathalia looking at him sheepishly.

She knew she had done wrong, yet she refused to believe that someone she trusts could not be trusted. Finally, they both started walking towards the dungeon, which could be easily seen from afar, through the huge obelisk at its entrance.

As they approached, the flow of people in armor intensified more and more, to the point where there were hundreds of adventurers all around them. That flurry surprised Luke, given the disparity that existed between a Mine-type dungeon and a Tower-type dungeon.

Also, the smell wasn't as bad as that of the Oukiwa dungeons, it was still pretty bad, but not as bad.

Around the obelisk at the entrance to the Dungeon building, there were many shops and professional blacksmiths, where Panspermia Weapons, Armor, and even Monster Genes were sold.

”Do you think I should go see what the scrolls I took from the Goblins are worth?”

”We see it on the way back! C'mon, C'mon!” Nathalia had a huge smile on her face. This was the first time I had seen a dungeon this close. All other times, the carriages could not even approach because of the large number of pedestrians.

As they approached the huge building, one could easily see a very large dome, whose roof was a huge skylight, which, from the glow it emitted, seemed not to be made of glass but of crystal.

In front of the place, at least ten guards were standing. All wore obsidian armor, a material of the highest strength. Among them was a single man with an even more serious expression, his face strewn with scars.

The man saw Luke and Nathalia approach and dismiss the quintet he was checking.

”Take off the Cloak.” Before saying anything else, he ordered Luke.