Chapter 7: One to Hundred

The night club was filled with about hundred people including the staff. It was very late at night, but some people were still expecting guests at their tables. Thus, sometimes you could see waiters carrying chairs to add at required tables. The club was packed and bustling with waitresses going about and chirpy laughs of the hostesses. Lighting inside was not as bright which made this perfect for minding your own business and chilling at night. Everyone one at the club seemed to be enjoying their time except a woman, who was getting abused by the young man, and Darkseal.

After the voice sounded in Darkseal's head, he frantically looked around. Was this a dream? Or perhaps the result of exhaustion? Slowly, a grin appeared on Darkseal's face as he remembered something. Only Level 3 and above Sorcerers were able to make mana flow out of their body without a medium. If the voice in his head was real, then there was a Level 3 Sorcerer in the club.

Who could it be? Darkseal looked around again, this time, very acutely. His turned around from left to right, slowly as he gauzed all the people present. The grin on his fact was getting wider as he was reaching towards the right end of the night club. At the right corner, he saw an old man smiling towards him.

Darkseal's eyes froze on the old man. The old man was no different from other people in the club at first sight. An old man at a table with three hostesses. The old man was holding a wine glass and two hostesses were leaning on him. The hostesses who followed the gaze of the old man and were now staring at Darkseal.

Careful examination made Darkseal think differently. The old man with a head full of white hair looked enigmatic. He was wearing dull gray robe and his presence itself gave and aura of importance. Staring at the old man gave an illusion of the youth of the old man. All of this made Darkseal abruptly stand up and walk toward the young man who mistreating a woman. He felt that the sentence in is mind was a mockingly command not a question.

Darkseal's movement only caught the attention of the woman who served him food. She watched Darkseal make his way through the packed tables and stop in front of the biggest table in the club. This left her confused and raised the curiosity of all the people who were watching the young master's table.

However, it did not alarm the young man. Nor did it stop his verbal abuse towards the woman at his feet. Only, the Level 1 Sorcerers raised their heads to look towards Darkseal. Then sent furious gazes towards Darkseal telling him to get lost. Darkseal, not knowing how to help someone, simply closed distance towards the woman. The hostesses' at the table were confused and looked at Darkseal with mocking eyes.

As Darkseal reached out to pick up the woman a kick was sent towards him by the young man. To this reply, Darkseal caught the man's leg and tossed him aside. That's right just like a rag doll the young man swept over the table dragging everying that was at the table along with him. Darkseal had a large built and he trained his body meticulously for the last nine years so it was an easy feat for him to toss a young thin man aside without any effort.

Everyone at the table got up. The hostess made as much distance they could from the young man in this packed place. The two Level 1 Sorcerers went to pick up their young master who was covered with wine, food and blood. This was the first time the young man was rejected and humiliated in his life. His eyes turned red as he stared towards Darkseal like a crazy dog ready to bite but with no confidence to take a step forward.

Darkseal ignored all of this and began healing the woman in his arms. It took a few minutes for the woman to open her eyes but all this time the young master and his attendant Sorceres did not make a move. They knew that Darkseal was someone powerful then themselves, most probably a Level 2 Sorcerer so they did not dare to move. After healing the woman, Darkseal carried her towards the old man.

"Is this your first time helping someone?". The old man raised his eyebrows and began laughing. At this time only his laugh echoed in the night club. The laugh suppressed Darkseal's step and the young man's low panting. Suddenly, he slammed his hand on the table a gust of wind travelled towards Darkseal. Everyone in the club was surprised at this because the slam was loud enough and the wave was strong enough so a broken table was expected but it did not even have a scratch on it.

"Throw those trash out and make sure they do not do something like this again". The old man said in a serious tone. This made everyone in the club look away from the old man. Darkseal followed his orders. When the young man and his attendant Sorceres saw Darkseal approaching them they wanted to scream but no sound came out. Darkseal took them out of the club and taught them a lesson that they would not forget.

When Darkseal returned inside the club everything was progression as usual. But this time everyone only took a peek at him and looked away in fear. He made his way towards the Old man table. The woman who Darksela saved was sitting there with her head down. She saw Darkseal's shoes when Darkseal got close to their table and immediately got up and bowed towards Darkseal.

"Thank you very much", she barely managed to say with tears flowing down her eyes.

Darkeseal did not know what to reply so he looked towards the old man who was smiling towards him. He signaled Darkseal to take a seat. As soon as Darkseal sat, newly made food was brought at the table. Darkseal was scared but he ate the food as per the old man's instructions. The mood became lighter when the woman Darkseal saved ran out of tears. She was offered drink by the hostesses sitting at the same table.

"You have that person's treasure and you still shy away from helping people", the drunk old man said. He touched Darkseal's hand and continued. "You know how many people there are in this club right now? Exactly 100. It is not a big number. If you manage to help one hundered people in your life time. I have a gift for you".

The old man left after some time. Soon, the woman that Darkseal saved also left after thinking him countless times. All this time Darkseal couldn't speak a word because he saw something frightening on the old man's hand. When the crazy night was over, Darkseal went out of the club and looked at his left hand under the cloudy sky which was much lighter than the dark night sky.

There was a small mark in hand, if there were hundred of such marks they would cover his entire wrist. Also, the things only he and the hostess noticed. There were four rings on the old man's hand. Additionally, the left side of this robes at the shoulder part was budged inside. The man only had one hand.