131 The New Headmaster (1/2)

The lucky adventurers that took Sigfrid's body to the nearest town thought they were going to be rewarded for their n.o.ble deed. In their minds not only was money coming their way but they had stashed away some pieces of armor including the Sword and s.h.i.+eld of the deceased making their little trip extremely profitable.

Sigfrid's body was wrapped in a white cloth and was inside a coffin made out of wood that was being transported by a Warrior like one would carry a sack of potatoes, over the shoulder.

The warrior carrying the coffin was part of a team of five mercenaries that had been hired to protect a caravan on their trip to s.h.i.+njuku but they quickly jumped s.h.i.+p at the chance of an easier and more profitable job.

”We need to see the person in charge, we bring the corpse of the great Sigfrid”

The guard of that particular Auction House looked at the group in front of him and frowned, He had never heard of the name Sigfrid in his life but some of the people standing in front of him were third tiers and deserve due respect.

”I am not sure why you came to our auction house with a corpse but I think you got the wrong place, the cemetery is down the street and to the right”.

The faces of the five mercenaries changed immediately as their dreams of riches were crushed and quickly turned angry at the Guard.

”You think we are Joking?”

The Guard saw the change in att.i.tude and didn't like it at all, he might be a second tier but n.o.body in the 15 years he had been serving the establishment had the b.a.l.l.s to cause a scene at the Auction. In the guards opinion, he had been really nice instructing them where the cemetery was despite the group being nuts.

”MOVE A L O N G!!”

The screamed called the attention of the other guards including the leader incharge that rush to the scene and saw the coffin.

”This is the Silverwing Auction House, if you know what is best for you move along”

”We ain't moving until we see your director and get our reward, we gave up a big job to delivered this corpse and we are not leaving until we get our compensation!!”.

The commotion started to attract the people in the street and the tension was high, a fight with level 30's was no joke and it would destroy the buildings. The scene got so loud that it finally reached the ears of the manager who personally delivered the news to the director.

The director was a level 38 mage who dreamed of serving the Echelon's of the G.o.d of Justice organization and knew the biographies of everyone at the top and this included the name of the right hand of Ivan Pendragon, The Immortal Sigfrid. The moment the mage heard that the corpse of one of the most powerful was being delivered by a bunch of Third Tiers made him mad with Rage, ”How dare they insult our Lord Sigfrid in front of me, blasphemy!!”

BOOM!

A Fireball destroyed the walls of the highest office building causing the commotion in the streets to quiet down while the powerful mage levitated down looking at the people on the ground with a deranged face.

The Director was about to incinerate the offenders but the coffin on the shoulders of the Warrior made him hesitate. Mage's were pretty intelligent fighters and they tried to make rational decisions every time, and what was more rational than to see what was inside.

”I don't know what gave you the courage to show up here and talk all that nonsense about Lord Sigfrid but that is a crime punishable by death”.

The group of mercenaries started to sweat but their profession lived by one moto, nothing venture...nothing gain. The leader and highest level in the group step forward and very respectfully said, ”Esteemed Director, we walked many miles so that Lord Sigfrid could have a proper burial. He was killed by his Arch Nemesis Nightmare before he could make it to the Abyss portal but there is no need to believe my words, the proof is right here”.

The mercenary pointed to the coffin that was now laying on the floor and signal the warrior to opened it up and let them inspect it.

The latch was opened and the mummy wrapped Sigfrid was lying peacefully inside as if he was sleeping. The mage looked at the corpse and his face lost all color and made him staggered backwards a little bit, He had seen the pictures of all the top echelons of the church since he was a kid and there was no way he wouldn't recognize the face of one of his idols and he was grateful that if it was in fact the real Sigfrid the people in front had taken proper care of the body.

The mage quickly check for illusion enchantments and frowned when he found none, it was a very delicate issue and he needed to communicate with the people in Silverwing to receive further instruction.