Chapter 152 - 152. (1/2)
After the next 2 days of training the kitchen staffs on the rounds of the menu to be prepared for lunch, dinner and supper, the adventurers that were tasked had returned with the number of potted plants in their hands.
Every member of the team received the appropriate rewards such as credits as well as points for them to allocate into their stats, as the children and I brought the plants to the side of the Beauty World HQ and planted in their designated rows. Energy induced water was then used to replenish the soil as well as nourishes the plants that had been sitting on their little 'homes' before being transferred into a bigger one.
I had summoned for Blake and Bruce as they came to collect the remaining weapons and ar ours that was due for the rest of the cities. I reminded them not to send one shot to them but rather in batches where they could start next week. They nodded their heads as they stored all the readied Level 3 weapons and armours into the spatial storage bag.
A merchant's or trader's spatial bag is unique compared to a personal one. Even a house could fit into it along with its contents, literally.
As the time approaches for me to leave for Aermagh to meet the ruler on what was being proposed to Blake, I got my equipment ready. My one-handed crossbow and the Dragon Fang hung loosely at my sides, while my claymore was slung behind my back.
A small pouch containing some 5k credits were placed inside my pouch along with 2 sets of throwing knives which I still hadn't had the time to practise on them properly.
I felt rather heavy as I sat there having breakfast with the whole family. It was as if I was having jitters travelling alone to Aermagh without the aid of Prius this time. ”Dear, do you want me to accompany you?” Patricia inquired as she held my hands softly.
”Tch...there's no need to dear if you come along who is going to tend to the children? Furthermore, I would be gone for at most 3 hours and then hurry back in your arms and the children. Hahaha.” I laughed but it sounded awful and no one did laugh at me but looked forlornly instead.
”Hey cheer up. It is not that I'm going to let that Ruler of Aermagh bully me once again, right? Furthermore, I would be going on Blake's behalf. With me around, I should be able to twos and turn my take so that they would be able to believe me, somehow.”
”By the way, if Blake was to go there himself, how would he be able to forge a Level 3 iron? He would be putting himself at risk if he does that, don't you think? Who is going to take care of his store is he have to stay there for some months before he is able to forge a Level 3 iron then?”
”The note in the message clearly states that the Ruler of Aermagh wants Blake to be there on a permanent basis. If he can't convince the Ruler of Aermagh, who would've?”
I explained to the rest of the children and those present in the current situation as it would be hard to imagine Blake hitting the anvil on their presence just to produce a single piece of a decent Level 3 iron ingot.
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The harsh winds that welcomed me the moment I step out denote a premonition and this had me tugging at my little heartstrings as I trudged on, my feet sinking into the sand as I used my shawl to cover part of my face against the billowing sandstorm.
”This doesn't look too good, does it? Ah well, the faster I settle the matter the faster I could get back home.” I thought inwardly as I walked towards the direction. I didn't take the portal to make the journey faster but instead, I took the long way out from town.
As I walked on, images and thoughts began to replay in my mind like a broken cinematic video. Memories of me battling in the battle of Qodegh, gaining my consciousness in an unknown town and now having a great place to finally call my own. My heartfelt heavy as I made my journey through.
Suddenly, my chest tightened. It is not that I am used to having such feelings but maybe is it due to a feeling of homesickness?
A ringing sounded in my head at first it was just a slight buzzing sound but it got heavier like a swarm of bees finally found a place to make their home inside it. The uncomfortable feeling on my chest began to radiate throughout my chest and I had to bend forward as I heaved my last meal onto the scorched ground.
”Damn... What's happening to me right now?” I said aloud to no one in particular as tears blurred my vision as I continued to heave and threw up bile this time.
”Maybe it's good poisoning. Hope I would be able to clear it when I get to the next town though. This weather seems to be kicking up a fuss around me and I don't like it one bit...!”
I tried to think optimistically as I walked on and I discovered that my right eye had a stabbing sensation that seems to pole through the eye socket and through the back of my head.
A feeling of a tightening vice was felt around the sides of the temple and the forehead and as the feeling got tighter and tighter, I was keeping myself upright as much as possible as I walked on. The thought of turning back was in the back of my mind but my feet don't seem to follow my commands.
The stabbing sensation in my right eye coupled with the tightening vice around my head makes me lose the vertical control of my body and I drifted to my right-hand side and I lost my balance. Is this a sign of vertigo? I don't know... Hypoglycaemia perhaps?
I fell sideways on my right on the scorching sand as the tightening vice around my temples tighten. Is this death or what? Hot damn... Not when I'm about to save the household in the last minute...!
My fingers felt clammy, its as if I had been exposed to frostbite. I can't help the feeling but I felt like kicking my shoes off since I felt my toes cramping up and felt that my calves and thigh muscles suddenly gave up on its motor skills.
”Help... Help me, anyone...” I croaked with my hoarse voice due to the excessive loss of body fluids especially the pints of bile and vomit earlier.
”SYSTEM SHUTDOWN IMMINENT.”
”HOST MAKES LAST LEAP TO ENGLAND, 1424, RETAINING IDENTITY.”
”INITIALISING ARTIFICIAL REMOVAL OF MEMORIES AND ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH THE BRAIN.”
I choked up upon hearing the system notifications in my head. The system would make me complete the last leap to England in 1424?
Losing all my memories and anything associated with my brain? Am I going to be a cabbage or what?
1424 England? That's the 15th century, right? In the parallel world or the actual world that I was born in?
I can feel the pounding on my head like the beating of my own heart, from a fast beat it trickled down until I just felt like I can see myself lying sideways in the sand. As the sandstorm kicks up, thin layers of sand began to fine over my body... Slowly burying me.
I'm freaking buried alive in here...!
Was I having an out of body experience? Cold sweat seems to endlessly pour out from my back and top of my head. The cold sweat acts like cement when the fine sand slowly covered my body and soon that body would be lost in time...!
How could that be? I'm just 30 minutes or so away from the gates. Didn't anyone had a lookout of something and saw this poor old body of mine tumbling in the sand?!
The pounding in my head that was synchronised with my heartbeat slowly came to a near stop — about a few beats per minute now. I can't feel any parts of my body as I lay sideways in a fetal position, as I began to feel forced into a dark void.
It was a spinning sensation and all I could do was to leave everything to God this time. If I died, then so be it. Everyone dies one way or another and in my case, I had left a bunch of people feeling disappointed.