Chapter 43：Planning (2/2)

”That's… I don't know. It never happened before.” Miko hesitated as she added some theories. ”Usually, you'd pass the trial when you teleport outside and receive your insignia. If teleportation is the key, then it would make sense if everyone received an insignia based on what they did, even if they didn't pass.”

Arthur felt ominous hearing this. If nothing similar happened before, why would it happen now? Did Solomon lie to him? That was a possibility. But… if it worked, he would teleport outside while saving everyone, including Kira. To follow the other routes, he would have to leave Kira here, forever waiting to be killed for its mana core. Arthur didn't want that.

”Okay, we need to leave this place.” Arthur stood up from his position, startling Miko by his sudden decision.

”Why are we leaving so suddenly?”

”We need to gather our allies,” He went into the pub and started to gather his supplies and equipment.

”To do what?” Following after him in a hurry and watching him packing, Miko asked. He turned toward her and grinned for the first since they met.

”End this world.”

***

”Do we have a deal?” Yuran asked, looking at the bald monk in front of him. He sat under a waterfall as he closed his eyes. As if he didn't hear him, the monk continued to meditate. Fey almost drew her weapon out but Yuran held her hand.

”You have an impatient friend.” The monk opened his eyes. He was a bald young man with three ear piercings in each ear. He stood up from his position, towering over the two people with a height Yuran estimated to be above 190 centimeters. He walked toward them and stood in front of the two.

”She's like my little sister, please excuse her.” Yuran wasn't a person who would shy of apologizing. The young monk smiled at him and nodded.

”If you asked me anything else, I doubt I would have helped. But to heal someone, not you even, is a virtuous demand. If I decline, my teacher would spank me three hundred times once he knows.”

The youth laughed audibly, even the trees shaking by that laugh. It was hard to believe this man was a healer, as he resembled a fighter than most fighters did.

”Thank you,” Yuran sighed in relief. With this, he would have a bit more hope toward accomplishing his dream.

”However, to receive a favor, you must also give one,” The monk grinned.

”Anything. Money, artifacts, potions…”

”No, not that.” The monk shook his head. ”Even being a healer, I have some people I wish to take vengeance of.”

”You mean…”

”I want you to help me find and kill someone.”

”Okay. Who is it?” Yuran's eyes were the usual, unfazed by the thought of killing someone. The young man in front of him was known as the genius healer, and he wouldn't mind killing someone if it meant gaining his trust.

”His name is…”

The name sounded familiar, but not so familiar. He had read it once before, and the gears in his brain spun looking for the answer. Luckily, it was something he came across only recently while reading the information of someone. However, the identity of this person was related to someone he owed his life to. Someone he met not so long ago.

The name was Seref Silvera.