Chapter 209 - Memory Of The Slums Part One (1/2)
”You're still good when it comes to scaring people, little brat.”, cursed Sifiso while redressing his cloth. He couldn't help but look at Fell and noticed the noticeable changes the youth had gone through during his absence.
His experienced eyes who had seen many fighters in Gladiator Heaven seemed to pierce through the veil surrounding Fell's physique. Although he couldn't see his meridians or dantian, if it was just his body's structure and core strength, then, it was a simple exercise for the experienced Sifiso.
After a few seconds, he nodded and added. ”Looks like you didn't just play around, I can see that you've grown a lot. What demon caused you to come back to this rotten place?”, he asked with a curious expression on his wrinkled face.
Fell couldn't help but hesitate for a split second, and looked at the youth next to Sifiso then gazed back at the eccentric old man. Sifiso understood the hidden intent and turned toward the young man and asked him to leave.
”Give us some privacy Adam.”, the youth nodded and got up from his chair. He bowed toward Sifiso and Fell in a short yet polite salute before departing from the reception.
”Now, tell me what's going on.”, asked Sifiso with a serious expression as he knew that Fell wouldn't act like this if the matter was pressing.
Fell didn't keep the secret for himself anymore as there was no one in the reception hall. He coughed and recollected his thought for a split second before opening his lips.
”New Casablanca is going to be attacked very soon. We're not yet aware of the exact time, but it could very well happen in the next few hours. I have managed to rally the central district into one cohesive force to defend the wall of the city, but I'm afraid that we still lack soldiers.”
”Oh!”, exclaimed Sifiso with a round mouth.
”How many soldiers do the enemy have?”. He asked while stroking his beard, showing that he wasn't that affected by the news.
”Zero.” The moment he heard the answer, Sifiso knew that something was wrong, but before he even had the time to ask, Fell continued.
”The city won't be attacked by humanoids, or any other type of intelligent creatures but by waves of fierce beasts!”
Finally, an unusual reaction appeared on the eccentric old man's face, and he thought deeply for a few seconds before exclaiming. ”I can't oblige anyone from Gladiator Heaven to fight. But…”
”What I can do is help you with preparing a meeting with them. You can explain the dangers at hand, and see if any volunteers want to fight by your sides. Although you didn't fight for a long time, your name still reverberates with the might of thunder through those walls.”