Chapter 41 - The Don and The Hidden Boss of Dark Scily Forest 2 (1/2)
Before the assault of the rooters, the chief and his subordinate discussed the mission at that time.
”Why do you call me this morning, chief?” Richard asked, the fourth district representative of the Neue Fiona Village and he's the only one among his peers that were ordinary with no special abilities.
He wore a green noble suit and a golden dove necklace around his neck. On top of his head was a white cotton cap that every Victorian-educated man could affordably wear.
”I want you to go to the Seerside of the Dark Scily forest. I want you to chase after the group of Aljen the merchant. He's with the priestess and my children. Here's the map. Bring your men to this location. ASAP,” Chief Zamor directed, pointing to the exact location of the place.
”Wait, for real? I, I'm sure there's someone better than me in this job, and,” Richarde hesitated and sighed, ”Chief, come on. I don't remember I signed up for this kind of duty. I ain't a babysitter. And also, when did I become your chaperone or school service?” Richarde asked, snooping. ”Yes, and that's why I'm sending you right now,” Chief Zamor confirmed, smiling.
”Hey, should we call Lady Ylla for this?” Richarde suggested. ”Nope, she's very busy in the church,” Chief Zamor shook his head.
”How about Lady Dahlia? She and the children ain't stranger to each other. She's more compatible for the job,” said Richarde with cold sweat. ”She's busy in the restaurant and since her district experienced a bad omen for the past few days, her presence is needed there. We can't risk calling her for this mission,” Chief Zamor explained briefly.
”Eeh? I don't understand. Why me?” inquired Richarde, pointing his index at his face. ”Because you're the only one among them who is available and don't run some errand in this village,” Chief Zamor declared, smiling.
”C, Chief, I know you love to make this man toil, but isn't this outside of my jurisdiction as the district representative, hmm?” Richarde fretted as he pointed his point. ”What are you complaining about? This is exactly part of your duty and responsibility. One of the duties of a district representative is to implement the law. To serve and protect the people of the village. He and she must obey the task that the village chief bestows to them,” Chief Zamor simpered.
”C, chief~, don't look at me like that. You're making me frightened,” Richarde hesitated at first and continued, ”Come on, I have a lot of things to do in my office,” he pointed out.
”Like what? Walking around for fun and pay a visit to her restaurant in the morning. Flirt with your Dahlia in her office during the afternoon and you will go to the factories to check only the progress of the production, and not the people's condition. Tell me, what are you doing for the past few years as the district representative? Five years, five years, you refused a lot of important tasks by me. This is the only time I called you here personally. This is why you have no reason to decline. Accept this job and that's final,” Chief Zamor encouraged with a terrifying smile and sharp gaze.
”B, b, but, my job is...,” Richarde shut his mouth when his eyes turned sharper than before. ”No, buts. Shut your mouth or I will clip it with this stapler. Now, take these files and make a strategy after this. No more questions to ask, you may take your leave,” Chief Zamor turned around and placed his hands behind his waist.
Richarde sighed and saluted before he left.
His facial expression terrified him.
”Chief, this is not what I signed for,” Richarde sighed, recalling the past conversation.
*Boom*
”Sir, the enemy is no longer shooting at us,” one of the guards reported. ”Good, that's good news. Man, I need to visit my Dahlia after this mission. I need to recharge,” Richarde commented.
Richarde watched the butler who initiated a long jump up to the air. He whistled in awe.
”A butler who can fly like that ain't an ordinary servant working for a merchant. And that assassin or bandit, he ain't shooting at us but him only. To think the day I'm going to get mixed up with this complicated task. Man, I'm so unfortunate. I can't believe that the bandits will attack us and tries to kidnap the priestess and the chief's kids,” he muttered aside that only he could hear.
'I ain't prepared for surprise attacks. I should bring more potions next time,' Richarde said inside his mind.
He deactivated the barrier and he pulled out a small bottle of potion, a blue liquid for mana and it had a logo of the Camelia clan. Then, he drank it.
'Just who the hell is Aljen?' he asked.
”Phew, that's tastes so good. Chief and the others are acting so strange, and big sis Ilona is always hostile to that kid. Man, something is going to happen,” he chuckled and the people around him tilted their heads with a confused face.
”Sir, where should we head to, gate 1 or gate 2?” the coachman asked. ”Gate 2, I want to pay a visit to my lady. She's the only one I can ask for assistance,” he answered.
”Affirmative, sir,” the coachman nodded.
Behind the large trunk of the tree, there was a man who was watching the battle through his binocular.
His gray suit which made of nylon was covered with brushes of grass. The emblem of the clan he belonged to was unable to identify because of the cover. He's lying down in the good spot where no one could see him from that place.
His ash-blonde bedhead hair showed his decisiveness and calmness. His masculine looks considered one of the handsome models of their era.
”Damn, I want to smoke. To think there are some people killing each other near to our borders. This must be reported to the guild immediately,” he murmured as he slowly crawled back on the safe spot before he stood up and ran away.
He pulled out his communicator, a green small phone with a symbol of a butcher.
”HQ, come in. This is patrol over. HQ, this is patrol over. Does anyone hear me?” he asked. ”This is HQ. What's your status?” the person on the phone answered. ”We've got visitors from the village. Two powerful mages were fighting in the sky, some wagons hailed to their nest and a masked man ran for the forest. Requesting immediate support,” he said, gravely.
”Negative. The boss denied it. Please report what you saw earlier to the boss, he said,” the person on the phone stated.
”Fine, I'm going back to the second base then, ciao,” he hung up and returned the communicator to his pocket.
The unknown man headed to the location he mentioned.
In the fourth district of the Neue Fiona Village, there was a medium-size temple on the fourth block called ”Neue Fiona Temple”. The wall was made of concrete, the stones which came from the north served as the glasses of the mirror, and the floor full of ancient roman tiles preserved the uniqueness and functionality of the scene.
An old man wore a longpao was walking in the hallway in a hurry. He's holding a small tangled paper in his hand.
He slammed the door open and entered the room of the Temple Grand Master.
Elder Damaso, an old man with wrinkled eyes, eyes closed with sharp eyebrows, and his long beard tied with a gemstone clip among the elders. His longpao decorated with golden leaves around his neck. A red leather hat showed his rank as the superior of their group. His dress was very bright, beautiful silk shoes having leather inside.
”Brother Damaso, the grand lord new order is here,” he panted. ”The time has finally come to us, brother. The lord is with us and he sends us a new prophecy for the cult,” rejoiced Elder Wamo, one of the three great Templer Master and the second elder among the three elders.
Elder Damaso flinched for a second and he rubbed his beard as he asked the paper to hand it over. Then, Elder Wamo gave it to him with honor.
The old grandmaster opened the paper and read the content. His eyes trembled and his body shivered in happiness.
”W, wonderful! Good grief, finally. The Grandlord answers our prayers. Finally, our time has come. To think the opportunity is near to us. I can't believe this is happening,” Elder Damaso covered his mouth in joy.
Another man slammed the door open and entered in a panic.
His name was Elder Kilo. He's a man of his words and the youngest elder among them. He had short white hair and a shorter beard than Elder Wamo.
He wore green longpao the same as Elder Wamo, showing his rank as the Temple Master.
”Is it true that the Grandlord bestow us a new mission, brothers?” Elder Kilo panted. ”Phew, finally. It's been five years since we received his prophecy,” he added.
”Brother kilo, stand down. This is not the time to celebrate,” Elder Damaso croaked with a terrifying gaze.
Elder Kilo flinched. He placed a hand on his c.h.e.s.t and lowered his head to apologize.