Chapter 132 - One Day Before (1/2)
The next day, the day of the Elixir delivery, Luke woke up early, and before doing anything else, he got dressed and went to Manilyn's house to check if everything was okay. Since there was now a tear in his clothing, caused by the Claymore that had gone through him in the first stage, Luke tried to disguise it with a black shirt underneath.
There were still a few hours left before the agreed-upon deadline, so if something had gone wrong with the Elixirs, the half-wolf could still try to do something to fix it with the time that remained.
When Luke arrived at the old man's house, he found him still awake and with huge dark circles under his eyes. On the table were two large, checkered vials with a yellow liquid inside.
”Good morning...” Luke greeted the old man, who was rubbing his hands on his back to try to ease the pain.
”OUCH! What the hell... it's just you, half-beast. Why do you walk around like that quietly?” The old man questioned after being startled, placing his hand on the left side of his chest.
”Are the Elixirs ready?”
”I am almost finished with the last process of the one that is missing.”
Then Manilyn walked over to a table that had some books, and a golden scale that had two plates. On the right side of the scale was a thin iron bar with the number 100 engraved on it. On the left scale, the old man poured some of the lead, which had a cement-like appearance.
”Luke, do you know the story of the Elixir of Flamel?” asked Manilyn, seeing that the half-wolf leaned his back against a wall to wait for him to finish.
”I have heard the word 'Flamel' on a few occasions, but never understood what it actually means.”
Smiling, Manilyn took one of Forbannet frosk's fingers and began to mince it like a sausage.
”I'm not surprised I don't know...few people do...Flamel was a man, and one of the worst who ever stepped foot in this world. He subscribed to many cruel and mystical arts, and his studies were completely inhuman... No wonder he is to this day considered to be the first Witch in history.”
Luke began to get interested in the subject. ”And what is a Witch?” Luke had only heard about Witches through Yoelona, who called everyone who used Genes Abilities that way.
”Let's just say he was the first to start studying how to use the spoils dropped by monsters that are killed.”
”Does that make you a Warlock too? After all, you are using monster components at this very moment.”
Manilyn stopped pricking the last finger and left only the fingernail intact. ”Do you mind if I keep the other fingers?” He asked, pointing the knife at the other five remaining fingers and looking at Luke over his shoulder.
The half-wolf merely denied with his head.
”Thank you, and moving on... no, I am not a Witch... Witches are those who merge with monsters.”
”Are you talking about the Genes Abilities? The Monster Cores?”
”No, those are gifts forgiven to us by Gods... Well, someday you will understand what I am talking about... Just understand that even though he was one of the worst humans that ever existed, Flamel did one good thing for the world, he created what we call the Elixir of Flamel.”