Chapter 151: Pinky Promise (1/2)

”Hey, are you all right?”

The person that came into Calvin's vision was Ashlynn.

”Don't be too depressed that you got the Writer Class. It's not totally useless. Once you've ascended into Scribe, you will be able to create notary contracts which are basically the same as an oath made to the Goddess with just a lot more terms than the strict and inflexible oath. You are still a great addition to the team. What's more, with your prestige and the glory that a Golden Class has due to its rarity...”

”You are basically a walking source of funds for us!” Ashlynn commented.

James Branzuela who had done that long speech couldn't help but squeeze out a bitter smile, ”Don't refer to him like that.”

Ron Samuel chuckled.

Bruce also had a smile on his lips.

Calvin stared at the others and he felt warm in his heart. But he also felt that there was something wrong with this whole situation. Right now, he was seated in front of a table with the others gathered around him. Calvin glanced at the kitchen and he frowned when he saw the clean countertops and utensils.

”All right, the barbeque party will still commence. Bruce, pass on the knowledge of the Ways of the Cavaliers to Calvin tomorrow once we're done partying.” James Branzuela said.

Bruce didn't say anything but he nodded his head in agreement to what James had said.

Ron Samuel also nodded in satisfaction towards the decision that everyone had reached.

”Calvin, I believe that you should return to your home for now. Your wife and daughter have been worried sick for you and I am pretty sure that they want nothing more than to see you at once.” Ron Samuel declared.

Calvin furrowed his eyebrows.

This entire situation felt incredibly strange for him, yet he couldn't grasp nor understand what was wrong with the situation.

He stretched his hand out and dipped his finger into the coffee that was laid out in front of him.

”What are you doing, Calvin? Is that some kind of a ritual that you do before you taste the Captain's coffee? Are you trying to see if it's going to burn your finger off as if it's as lethal as it tastes?” Ashlynn laughed as she commented.

Ron Samuel glared at her and she didn't dare to say anything anymore.

James Branzuela also glared at Ashlynn, while Bruce who was about to let out a laugh, stiffened and sat there frozen.

'Vice-Captain James is still a diehard supporter and protector of the Captain... Ashlynn is still annoying as ever, while Bruce is still being smart and opportunistic... The coffee is still absurdly hot, the Captain probably boiled this for too long with purified water. There is clearly nothing wrong with this situation, yet what is this sense of heaviness in my chest?'

Calvin touched his chest pocket and he could feel his heart pounding like drums.

He lifted the coffee cup from the table and took a sip...

”It still tastes like boiled dirt...” He softly mumbled.

”Pffft!” Ashlynn couldn't hold it back anymore.

”Puchi~” Bruce also almost exploded into a burst of full-on laughter hearing the sudden insult.

James Branzuela furrowed his eyebrows, while Ron Samuel stared with visible confusion at Calvin.

”How does it taste like?” He asked.

'The captain's hearing is still...'

Calvin didn't answer.

He stood up and said to everyone.

”I'll be returning here tonight for the barbeque party. I've been missing Charlotte and Cecilia, so I'll be going first, Captain, Vice-Captain...” He turned around, closed the door silently and didn't even look behind him as he left.

Calvin soon arrived in front of the Malasakit Inn. But he didn't directly enter the inn as he made a U-Turn for the nearest wet market. When he returned, he had brought with him a few cans of ice cream and some chicken soup as well as a few servings of fried rice. He entered the inn and found it inexplicably empty.

There wasn't even a single soul in the reception.

Frowning, Calvin decided to ignore it as he made a beeline towards the room where both Cecilia and Charlotte were staying.

”Daddy!”