Chapter 41 (2/2)

“Yes, I have a tough job I’d like you to take” Augustin smiled and replied.

“I’ll take it” Jason agreed without even looking up.

“You already know what I want to ask you to do?” Augustin asked, a bit puzzled.

“As long as one wasn’t living under a rock, anyone would know” Jason swallowed the last piece of food and looked up at Augustin: “Didn’t you see how no one in the tavern came to greet you?”

“So why did you agree?”

“One of my targets seemed to have become a Crowmen. Even if you didn’t come to find me, I’d still go to you. Furthermore, if you intend to ask for Jack, don’t bother. I already asked, he took on a job and left Reya”

“Very well” Augustin nodded.

…

At the same time, Chris looked on as Nala came back down to continue enjoying her meal with a complicated look in his eyes. Back when he learnt [Respiratory Art], he also had a mentor, but it took him more than one whole day to finally grasp it.

But Nala only took less than one afternoon to learn everything she needed to. Chris didn’t teach her any of the advanced techniques as they were things one should comprehend on their own, as long as they understood the basics, any practitioner could perform the advanced tricks and techniques without much trouble.

The principles behind [Respiratory Art] had always been the same, but each practitioner used the same kind of [Respiratory Art] in completely different ways. Naturally, [Respiratory Art] passed down through nobility would have their own secret techniques that couldn’t be learnt naturally through comprehension, they were mostly the crystallization of knowledge through several generations.

Chris also had a secret technique, but it wasn’t suitable to be taught to Nala right now, perhaps later on.

After sending Nala away, Chris felt like sighing. After all, she was the Saintress of Salvation in the prophecy, she would at least be able to protect herself after learning [Respiratory Art].

“Come out, you’ve been listening in on us for quite a while, have any comments?” Chris’ expression turned serious and turned towards an empty corner of the room.

“So that’s the Saintress of Salvation in the prophecy?” the light in the air warped a bit as a man wearing the Royas Kingdom uniform stepped out and bowed to greet Chris: “Greetings, sir Chris, [School of Light], Smick Lancher”

“[School of Firewood], Chris Modo” Chris replied with a serious expression. Inheritors of the [Respiratory Art] used the name of their secret arts as greetings to one another.

“Negary is too dangerous, we need to join forces” Chris spoke seriously.

“His forces are certainly growing too large for comfort, it is disadvantageous for the Kingdom” Smick nodded: “Joining forces is a must”

“So what are you going to do about Nala?” Chris slowly asked.

“According to the ancient covenant, a rhythm will not extinguish another rhythm. I won’t do anything to that little girl, and you know that. That’s the reason you taught her the [Respiratory Art] even though you knew I was here, wasn’t it?” Smick replied seriously: “And so what if she is the Saintress of Salvation? Under His Majesty’s guidance, we shall trample over fate itself, let alone a mere prophecy”