Chapter 25 – A Broken Weapon (1/2)

Chapter 25 – A Broken Weapon

Calron abruptly stopped moving.

This was the first time after his awakening that he felt the presence of the locket again. He thought that it had merged completely into his body, but at this moment he could feel that the locket was still there, lodged firmly on top of his ribs.

He felt faint tremors radiating from it, and was completely lost on what the movement of the locket meant. It was not painful, but it certainly felt strange to have something unknown vibrate inside his body.

Not knowing what else to do, Calron started walking back towards the meat shop where Fatty was.

The further he went, the fainter the tremors became, until they completely disappeared. Feeling as if the locket was trying to tell him something, Calron stopped walking towards the meat shop and instead returned to the place where the tremors initially started.

The tremors once again returned and steadily increased as Calron moved forwards. He used the intensity of the tremors to guide his path, changing his direction when the tremors slowed or moving forward when they increased.

After five minutes of sweating and running around, Calron finally reached the place where the tremors felt as if the locket would soon pop out from his body. Throughout the entire journey, Calron had been running everywhere like a lunatic, going in one direction for a while and a second later, abruptly changing his path again. The people watching Calron thought he was possessed and silently moved away as soon as Calron ran towards their direction.

Panting and out of breath, Calron looked at the shop in front of him.

It was a broken-down and miserable looking place. Calling it a shop was too generous, as it seemed more like a shack than an actual store. Looking around him, Calron saw that he was back near the outskirts of the marketplace, where he had first seen that sweaty man roasting lizards.

Most of the shops here seemed like they had seen better days, but the one in front of Calron was the worst by a large margin! Seeing as he had no choice but to enter, Calron anxiously stepped into the store.

*Cough*

A cloud of dust erupted as soon as Calron stepped inside, evoking a series of coughs.

“Who are you, boy?”

A rasp voice of an elderly woman sounded in the empty store.

“Um, I’m Calron. I just came here to look around.”

Calron hesitantly replied back. He was not sure if the store was open for customers or not.

“Kekeke, look around to your heart’s content, child, but I doubt you’ll find anything of worth. The guards already took away every precious thing I had.”

The woman said in a forlorn voice as she walked towards Calron.

Hearing the click clack sound of a stick against the floor, Calron looked around until he finally saw an elderly woman approaching him from the side.

Her back was hunched as she rested her body’s weight onto the thin wooden staff. It was surprising that the thin stick did not bend in the slightest.

A pair of dull brown eyes stared at Calron, observing his face and clothes.

“There are only some broken swords and other defective weapons left. My husband was a talented blacksmith when he was alive, but those bastards even took away his blacksmithing tools!”

The old woman wistfully voiced to Calron.

Facing the emotionally wrecked woman, Calron felt sympathy in his heart. This woman was already aged, and who knew how long she had left to live, but even in those last few moments of life, she had nothing but anguish and pain.

“Grandma, is there anything I could do for you?”

Calron inquired while gently looking at the elderly woman.

“Child, you are not even ten years old, what could you possibly help me with? My only wish is for that cursed city Lord to die the most miserable death!”

The old woman furiously rasped. However, after seeing the dejected look on Calron’s face, she added softly.

“However, this place could use a good cleanup before I close its doors. Child, these old bones don’t have the same energy they once used to, would you help this grandma out?”

“Yes! Just leave it to me, grandma!”

Seeing the spirited boy in front of her, even the old lady could not help but crack a smile.

“There should be a broom and some other tools back there, so go knock yourself out!”

The elderly woman cackled while staggering towards a nearby chair.