Chapter 427: Where Is My MONEY? (2/2)
”Well, come and join me in my study. It's about time for you to know.”
After blowing off the steam, Wang Tong and Old Fart had quickly bonded again. Wang Tong could never truly hate Old Fart, since he could never have done anything without Old Fart.
After Wang Tong listened to Old Fart's explanation, he learned that the space crystal was from the Templar's Court, and it was the Templar's tradition to hunt for exceptional talents across the universe. Even if they couldn't find the heir of the Blade Warrior, the search would always bring in some disciples to fill up the rank.
One day, the grand master Wang Buting, aka Old Fart, heard a baby crying inside the Hall of Valhalla. Even after a thorough investigation, no one knew whose kid it was. Therefore, Wang Buting had decided to adopt the kid as his own and named him Wang Tong.
When Wang Tong was four years old, the Blade Warrior's sentient weapon responded to the little Wang Tong and clasped onto the boy's arm. This had been great news for the Templar, but no one ever heard what happened to Wang Tong next.
Behind the closed door, there had been fierce debates regarding what they should do with Wang Tong among the masters. Some suggested that they should leave Wang Tong in the Court, but the grandmaster insisted on training him by himself in the outside world.
Wang Buting knew that the kid would have to shoulder immense pressure if his connection with the blade warrior was revealed. In addition to that, a privileged upbringing might do more harm than good to the kid.
”See? I did everything I could for you. Look at you now!” Old Fart said proudly.
”Yeah, yeah. I think I am just your excuse to escape to the real world.”
”Hey, you ungracious little sh*t! I did all this for you!”
”Fine, fine. Who are my parents?”
Old Fart was expecting this question. He sighed and then said, ”I had been searching for the same answer, but I have failed so far. I think it is up to you to carry on the query. Perhaps you can take the question to the Hall of Valhalla. ”
”Hall of Valhalla... On another note, what's in my space crystal?”
”Hold on!” Old Fart waved Wang Tong to shut up. ”Whatever is in the space crystal, don't mention anything to anyone. No one can answer your question anyway. That... thing in there is of matter beyond my pay grade.”
”What should I do then?”
”Seek the question inside the Hall of Valhalla. I am sure you will find it there.”
”Well, I will then, I guess.”
”Haha! Good, GOOD! Now that the boring stuff is out of the way, let's ... celebrate? I have some nice vintage saved up here, and those old fools won't be able to stop me enjoying it with my son, will they? Haha!”
”Haha, yeah. Let's go and get ourselves comfortable!”
When the rest of the young fighters returned to the meeting hall, the father and son had already retired to the cellar downstairs.
”Not bad! You have gotten a nice girl for yourself. Kind of like me. ”
”Tsz... My standards are much higher than yours. ” Wang Tong waved his hand. ”Xiaoru will be here in a couple of days. You better prepare some gifts for her.”
”Of course, I will! She will be my daughter in law after all.” Old Fart smiled.
Wang Tong downed another gulp of wine and said, ”I would have never thought that I could be a hero! Bah! Why don't you tell me what I should do next, you know, as a hero?”
Old Fart wiped the wine-stained lips and said, ”Well, well, you want to play the hero, don't you? Want to save the world, don't you? I recommend you to focus on staying alive first.”
”Ah-ha! That's the Old Fart I know!”
”Remember, you are not a superman. Think for other people when you have finally become an Einherjar. As for now, enjoy your life as much as you can.”
”For a second, I was afraid that you are going to tell me BS like 'with great power comes great responsibility'… Haha!” Relieved, Wang Tong patted on Old Fart's shoulder. However, he didn't notice the shrewdness on the tip of Old Fart's curled lips.
”Lad, you have made a name for yourself. Join us!” Old Fart urged.
”Buzz off! I don't want to be the 'Young Master.' What's up with that name anyways? 'Master'...sounds like a terrible translation of a cheesy Martian novel!”