Chapter 35: Spell Casters (1/2)
Fenon's group glared at Kadyn hatefully, but he cared little. He knew he'd successfully intimidated them. Fenon won't do anything stupid unless he was sure to take Kadyn down. Until then he would have time to grow. With the system, it won't take him long to reach his former heights and he might—or could—cross that certain boundary this time.
The reputation of his shop would climb higher and higher. His bluffing would work as a shield for the time being while he grows. At some point this city might turn too small to hold his illuminance and glory—he curled his lips when such a thought crept inside his head. Daydreaming. He shook his head.
”Clap!” He clapped and said. ”Alright, that's enough. Come tomorrow if you want to buy potions.”
Everyone looked at each other for a brief amount of time and then departed one by one with reluctant gazes.
”Should I call an ambulance for you, sir?” Kadyn grinned when he found Fenon and Jenna were still standing with three fatties.
”Hmph!” Fenon snorted and tried to walk. ”Ahhh!!” but pitiful Fenon fell and his entire body roared and trembled in agony. Jenna supported him with an embarrassed and awkward expression and left with her companions.
When all the outsiders and customers left, Kadyn sighed in relief. He eyed Hicka and said. ”You go rest. Your wounds are still healing. Take this.” He said and passed him a high-level Soothing Drop.
”I can't take this,” Hicka shook his head. ”It's too precious. Furthermore, I'm already grateful for your help. For an orphan like me, you made Fenon your enemy. Do you think I'm worth it?”
”Of course, you are,” Kadyn chimed with a deep voice. ”Your honest friendship is a hundred times more important than Fenon.” He said and pushed the potion in Hicka's hand and turned away without speaking anything. Hicka looked at his back and clenched his fist. No one knew what he was thinking.
Kadyn turned towards his sister and said. ”Let's go. We have work to do.”
Elora's eyes lit up hearing his words and scurried towards the Potion Hall.
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Sofas and chairs surrounded the bed in the room, curtains falling and waving with a gust of wind that who knew from where came. The red carpet adorned the floor, giving it a noble look, while beautiful paintings hung on the walls—a group of people sat on the chairs and sofas and Fenon laid on the bed with a pale face. His face laced with anger and heart drowned in hatred and fear.
”Have you destroyed the formation?” He asked Jenna.
”No,” Jenna shook her head. ”That Meditation Room is weird.”
”Well?” Fenon looked at her for further explanation.
”I don't know but there was no formation inside. The mana was far greater than the outside but I could not find its source. It's weird. Furthermore, before me, many people entered to meditate but when I went inside I was alone.” Jenna explained with a peculiar expression. She'd gone to meditate previously but at that time she was alone—or with Hicka—but at that time she cared little about anything and didn't pay much attention. Today she realised that the shop is weird.