Chapter 215: The Compassionate Newbie, Calvin (1/2)

”Reporting to the Chief Executor. It is indeed me, Calvin Villanueva.” Calvin was quick to make the sign of the Goddess on his chest as he stood tall in front of the middle-aged man.

”Nice to meet you,” The middle-aged man stood up.

A somewhat fanatical look was on his face as he stretched his hand and said, ”My name is Martin Lothar, the Chief Executor for the Department of Justice...”

”It truly is a pleasure to meet you, my kindred spirit.” Marin Lothar's eyes seemed to glaze over as he stared thirstily at Calvin.

”Uh...” Calvin had stretched out his hand to receive the handshake, but he found himself unable to retract his hand as Martin held it tightly.

”Indeed, indeed... such calloused hands... Especially around the second and first joint of your index finger and the first joint of your thumb. I see, so you are right-handed?”

”Yes, right-handed people are common in the world, but I am more inclined to believe that left-handers are more special than those who can only use their right hand.”

Martin repeatedly nodded his head as he stared at Calvin like the latter was a rare specimen.

”I can use both of my left and right hand though...” Calvin nonchalantly declared.

Martin's figure froze.

”What?”

He blinked his eyes and stared at Calvin for a while before he exclaimed in shock, ”Oh Goddess of Light! Are you serious?”

”Yes, I am... I can show you.” Calvin stared in confusion at Martin.

Was it really that surprising to be ambidextrous?

Back then, so many people have been left disabled on the battlefield, so it became part of their regiment to learn how to effectively use both of their arms.

After all, it would be depressing if you lost your right arm in the battle, and now you suddenly couldn't function properly with your left hand.

Martin handed over a piece of paper to Calvin.

”No, give me two pieces of paper and a quill. It would be faster if I demonstrate it.” Calvin interrupted.

”Oh...” Martin absentmindedly handed over another piece of paper and two quill pens.

Then, Calvin started writing on the pieces of paper with both of his hands at the same time.

”You...”

”Wow...”

Martin gawked at Calvin while the other Cavaliers seemed to be impressed.

”Art on the left; literature on the right... This is the way of the dual dragons! You... How did you know how to do this? Did you train for it, or are you just simply a natural when it comes to this?” Martin stared at Calvin.

Calvin stopped whatever he was doing and smiled, ”I'm a natural.”

”I've discovered this niche talent of mine when I injured my right hand when I was young.”

”Oooh! So that's how it is...” Martin crossed his right foot over to his left foot as he asked, ”Are you interested in literature?”

”Not particularly...” Calvin shook his head. Well, he was interested in writing but as for painting and other literature-related arts that didn't involve writing, he didn't have any interest in them.

”I see, I see... Are you interested to join the Club of Calligraphy, perhaps? I'm quite a high-ranking senior in that club, and maybe. You could maybe help us elevate the club to a higher pedigree. Who knows, you might even become our representative for the yearly scrim against those calligraphy fanatics from Laguna?” Martin asked with shining eyes.

Calvin's lips twitched.

I came here to discuss with you the release of the Captain and the others!

Why are we talking about things like these?

”Well, maybe some other time in the future...” Calvin awkwardly scratched his head and glanced at the Captain and the others.

”Hey, old man. He didn't come here for idle talk. If you want to continue such talk, then it is better if you go to the Captivating Fragrance Coffee Shop.” Ron Samuel complained, ”Why did you come here so late, Calvin? The sundial says that there's only about half an hour before the shop opens. Could it be that you closed the shop while we're gone?”

”No, no, no...” Calvin hurriedly waved his hand, ”If I closed the shop, then those nobles would probably riot given how many Cafe Latte they drink in our shop every day.” A smile appeared on his face, ”The shop is still open for business. I should be able to make it in time. As for why I came here late, I know it's embarrassing but I actually lost my way.”

”You lost your way?” Ashlynn couldn't help but boisterously laugh, ”Now I can see how you stumbled upon the creepy secrets of that village, you must've lost your way up to that sinister thing and prematurely awakened it, right?”

Ashlynn was laughing, but no one else had a smile on their face.

It was because they knew just how dangerous that sinister being was.