Chapter 1966 - Broken Tower (2/2)
Soon, I reached the place where I am regularly coming whenever I am in the Wisdom tower; as I opened the gates, the eyes of hundred people fell on me; some of them were even stronger.
Seeing the sincerity of the wisdom tower and how there is no loophole in the informal contract, I begin to teach here. Though wisdom tower expected me to do something like that after I reach Tyrant, I do not think I will have to do something like when I became Tyrant with war and all.
At first, only five people attempted, but at the end of the week, all the hall was packed. There are a couple of healers here who are even older than my grandfather; some of them are peak elites and have been healers for more than a hundred years.
I sometimes get intimidated by these old bastards; they are merciless with their questions and use any tactic to get answers from me; they did not even shy away from using their superior aura to pressure me.
”We will continue with the top of mass healing that we were discussing yesterday,” I said and moved toward ten med-beds that were lined in the hall; there are real patients on those med-beds with serious injuries.
I started to teach while healing the patients and discussing my methods and answering the questions they had, and before I knew it, two hours passed, and it was time to end the class.
”Little Michael, where are you disappearing for ten days?” Asked a familiar as I had got out of the class, I looked back and saw there were three people around me. All three of them are old and are peak leader class Tyrants
'These three,' I said inside me; these three old people are on most unique and talented healers I have come across in my life, but they are also very annoying to deal with and always block my way whenever I am in a hurry.
I wish I could beat or intimidate them, but I couldn't do that. They get angry very quickly and have no sensibilities; I once saw them beating up the patient after healing her because she was rude to them, and from what I have heard, these three have done things much worse than that.
”It is some personal business, dear healers; I will try to finish it off,” I replied politely. ”Is it about your Inheritance?” ”Or about the girl?” ” Are you going to the ruin?” three of them asked one after another before giving me a chance to reply.
No, they are not triplets; I had asked them myself; they are just very old friends who had been together for a long time and also share a unique healing type inheritance that enables them to share power and abilities.
These three fascinating and infuriating trio had been the subject of my study due to their unique inheritance. They are quite open and frank as long I do not touch their core secretes and have something to offer in return.