Chapter 428: Masters of the Templar (1/2)
Chapter 428: Masters of the Templar
Translator: OneshotwonderEditor: Hitesh_
”Haha! Nothing would have happened if you didn't reveal your secret identity. To tell you the truth, my options are limited.” Old Fart striped a slice of smoked salmon and hand it to Wang Tong.
”Come on! I don't like to be followed and watched all day long! I just want a ... normal life.”
Old Fart clapped his hands in sheer excitement. ”Exactly! Right? There's ...booze and b*obs outside, but I had to sit here on that cold and clammy seat, listening to the old man preaching! 'Save the world,' 'don't save the world'… Bah! I'm so sick of it! For you, there is still one way out of this as long as you are willing to enter the Hall of Valhalla. I can request to have you training in the outside world, sort of like a sabbatical leave.”
”A leave? Is it temporary?”
”You idiot! The power over the Templar's court is quite a fortune that I can pass down to you. What if you got down on your luck out there and wanted to come back here? You know, you will always have a place to go!” Old Fart rebutted.
”Hehe... I do see sense now. If I really can't survive out there, I could always come back here and turn it into a private training school or whatnot. It should be profitable.”
”That's right!”
The court didn't restrict the movements of the young warriors. So, as soon as they arrived, the young fighters would join the different branches of the court that they were most interested in and started learning.
Although the Templar's Court didn't lack powerful and legendary fighters, Patroclus continued to enjoy his idol status even inside the court.
Wherever he went, his fans followed him, asking for selfies and signatures. Despite being the home base of the Blade Warrior, people admired Patroclus for becoming the youngest Einherjar the world had ever seen.
Lie Jian's eyes had turned green with envy; even Michaux seemed to have more fans than him.
During the time of their stay, the young fighters had skimmed through many skills and techniques unique to the Court. However, so difficult were these techniques that none could be mastered in a short time. But, the powerful fighters were not here to learn new techniques anyway. Their goal was the secret inside the Hall of Valhalla.
The young warriors were granted access to all parts of the court, which had been an eye-opener for them. Their first impression of the Templar's training was old school and intense.
Wherever the boys and girls went, they were greeted by excited disciples, ready to spar with some of the most powerful fighters of their age. All of the disciples had followed the tournament from start to finish.
Meanwhile, inside Wang Buting's living quarter, the grand master hosted a family reunion party. There were only three attendants: Wang Tong, Ma Xiaoru, and himself. Old Fart praised the marriage proposal between Wang Tong and house Ma, and had even paid a subsequent visit to Ma Dutian. After the conversation, Old Fart was absorbed in reflection. He realized the heavy burden on Wang Tong's shoulder, particularly after he had revealed his connection with the blade warrior to the world. As soon as Wang Tong entered the real world, he would face formidable opponents who were backed by centuries of accumulation of power and wealth. He would need allies such as House Ma. After having toiled in the world more than a half century, he knew well that the world was not a perfect place, much like the court. However, Wang Tong's achievement so far had greatly impressed him.
Thinking so, he glanced over at Wang Tong, who were wolfing down a drumstick, and Ma Xiaoru. Their happy faces warmed his heart. But, there was something else. A forlorn darkness lurked behind the intimate scene, threatening to take over. The world was not fair, and some tragedies were inevitable.