Chapter 22 (1/2)
Translator: La0o9 Editor: La0o9
Several young men were sitting flat on the ground, one of them was clearly beaten up, his face swollen. A middle-aged man was sitting on a chair at the center of the room, he was wearing a leather jacket made of some unknown creature’s hide as well as various small tokens on his body. A long scar ran across his face, but it didn’t make him appear ferocious.
The middle-aged man sat there smiling, juggling a pebble with one hand while staring down at the young men.
This was the scene Noah saw as he entered the hideout of the pickpockets. He took a short glance at the disguised middle-aged man and spoke: “If I’m not wrong, this would be our first meeting, Mr. Chris Modo. How unexpected to see you in Reystromia”
“You know of me?” the middle-aged man found that a bit unexpected, as he carefully observed the young man in front of him, he was naturally able to see Noah’s true age, which shocked him even more.
“You can call me Noah” he pulled a chair over and sat across the middle-aged man, speaking with a somber attitude: “I should probably spend some time telling my subordinates about your old stories. Sakri’s writing was quite decent, I particularly enjoyed the snow mountain escort story”
“I still remember it fondly” the middle-aged man grinned as he spoke, his expression shifted slightly.
Chris Modo, the continent-wide famous adventurer, the miraculous immortal man. The tales of his legendary adventures were compiled and written into a book by his friend Sakri, for most young men of the world, he was their life-long idol.
Killing the wyvern that threatened a village; destroying an organization that used human corpses to research evil rituals; helping settle the internal strife of Lika Kingdom; and many many more, these tales over the years have forged the legendary reputation of Chris Modo.
The tokens he carried on himself were the memento of his adventures, like the fang of the terrifying wyvern; like that medallion given to him by the Chairman of the Mystical Research Society; like the ring representing his eternal friendship with the Lika Kingdom that allowed him to conscript a squadron of the Lika Kingdom’s army when necessary.
The snow mountain escort that Noah mentioned was also one of Chris’ legendary tales. At the time, he escorted the eldest son of a Count back to his country to inherit his peerage, going through a series of dangerous events on the way. Despite Chris taking a wound on his face during that time, he still managed to escort that eldest son of a Count to his destination safely. The scar on his face right now was the ‘token’ he kept from that adventure.
“Now then, for what occasion did Mr. Chris come to Reya?” Noah asked with interest, he was truly interested to know in what way that sinner’s wife, Isabella, was special.
“I accepted a request to find a certain woman, according to the clues I have, she came here over 10 years ago and has never left ever since” Chris amiably told him.
“Then excuse my rudeness, but would you care to describe that woman a bit more clearly?” Noah appeared even more interested.
“How unfortunate, Mr. Noah, I can only reveal the most basic info. That woman’s name is Isabella, she should be 29 years old this year, a believer of the Church of Divine Grace” while speaking, Chris observed the expressions on Noah’s group’s faces, then grinned.
“You know where she is, don’t you?” Chris spoke with a slightly more serious tone: “Tell me where she is, I can pay you”
Noah’s expression was perfectly maintained, but his other peers were unable to conceal their emotions in front of an experienced veteran.
“Isabella came into Reya over 10 years ago. At the time, the great Negary had yet to descend upon us, the village only had so many people. You can easily ask any of the older villagers to know about her”