102 Setting Sail (1/2)
People scrambled to see what the commotion that was happening outside was about, what they saw was a young man covered in blood sat on the ground slack-jawed staring at Hartley in a trance as if he was hypnotized. Lines of sweat crawled down his forehead, raced over his brows and ran down his jaws in the low temperature outside the castle.
A bushy eyebrow-ed elder rushed forward from the delegates of Sasko and stood in front of the frightened young man, he stared at Hartely with a menacing look,
”You will pay for that,” he said through gritted teeth, the man who was about 1.6 meters in height clasped both hands in front of his chest.
The wind in the surrounding swirled around him like a tornado howling and whipping up the snow in a white funnel-like shape.
”You dare!” came the voice of Commander Genk, his muscles bulged ashis broad body turned stone-like, he made his way forward, every step thundered against the ground like an earthquake, sending dirt and snow bouncing up and downon the surface of the floor then a gleamingtwo handed sword as big as a door appeared in his hands, the sword produced gust of winds to counteract the elder as he brought it forward like a lumberjack chopping wood.
Dull light reflected off the metallic armor of the guards as they rushedto the area of the disturbance, just as the situation threatened to spiral out of control, there was a blinding yellow flash in the empty space between commander Genk and the elder from the Sasko delegates, a man who seemed to be made entirely from fire appeared engulfed in a yellow light, the snow on the floor melted away with a harsh sizzling soundforming a column of steam that rose quickly towards the sky, exposing the cobbled surface of the ground underneath his feet as the heat flashed outwards and over all present at the melee.
Everyone paused for a moment, the soldiers then quickly retreated and cordoned off the area, keeping everyone at a safe distance, a din of discussions broke outandthe chorus of distant voices could be heard vaguely. Commander Genk stood his ground and the bushy hair elder stopped gathering wind elements.
The man surrounded by fireslowly revealed himself as the fire around him gradually dispersed.Aman with the look of an experienced warrior appeared, the tall man had a white streaks in his hair andstood in the middle of the fracas separating both sides, looking dignified with his hands behind his back, the man was dressed inwhite and not a single speck of snow swirling down from the grey sky landed on his robe as his eyes surveyed the scene.
Every single member of the delegates from Sasko sported twisted scowls of hatred on their faces.
”What's gong on? the expert in middle asked.
The young man wearing a dirty green robe stained with blood sat on the ground while pointing a shaky index finger towards Hartley unable to get out any words due to his uncontrollable fright.
”This animal butchered a memberour group right in front of us, thesafety ofour group was guaranteed by the prince, we demand equal punishment,”the bushy browed elder barked atthe new person on the scene. Hartley was unperturbed, he just stood smiling at the young man, at this point Hartley didn't fear anyone below the saint realm.
”Let me clear this up, elderXialong,” said Commander Genk in a respectful manner as he greeted the man with a formal bow.
Sir Xialong was a half saint representingPrince Jian, he wasn't present at the meeting but he was watching over the surroundings to make sure nothing untoward happened.
Commander Genk shouted for Anguo Chen who immediately forced his way forward.
”Get me a list of the delegates present at the meeting,” he ordered
”Yes sir” Anguo Chen hurried back into the castle returning a short while later with the information, he handed the parchment to the Commander. Upon glancing quickly through the list Commander Genk smiled at the elder from Sasko.