CHAPTER 36 HASHIL
The old man shakily controlled his breath. "That old bastard isn't dead yet. How? He had been missing for so long." the oldman was seriously suprised at the news. Everyone had thought Draniel is dead. But now, Garen's word is refuting that. If Draniel is dead, how could he have instruct this small boy.
Then the oldman thought of another circumstance that could have taken place. "could it be you saw his remnant soul and he taught." The Oldman seems increasingly sure of deduction. And he kept murmuring about the get it right.
Garen shook his head lightly. After all, he had been with old bahil for some while and he his sure that his flesh and blood. "no. i am sure my master is alive. He his alive and well. May I know who you are sir?" Garen asked with as much respect as possible. Though that fight seems to be an illusion, since the whole area is undamaged, and there was no evidence of a fight ever happening.
"Hehehehe" the oldman chuckled lightly. He sucked in his breath lightly and was ready to shock the boy with his identity. "I am lord Hashil Grandel A Archnecromancer." the oldman old man folded his hands in front of his chest. Though his majestic scene was destroyed by the blood trickling down his mouth.
Garen's mouth was hung open. He was mainly astonished at the word grandel. After all, his master asked him to go to the Grandel mansion were he will find his master younger apprentice brother. As for the other words like lord and Archnecromancer, he did not no the meaning and didn't add any importance to it.
Garen bowed towards the man a bit and asked with reverence. "may I know how my lord is related to the Grandel mansion." who knows, this man might be the one his master asked him to find.
The Oldman was quite pleased with Garen's reaction; not knowing it was not his titles but only to the word grandel. "I am the lord of grandel mansion."
Garen let out a whoop of joy. He found the person he want without having to go far and look wide. The man he was looking for is right in front of him. Garen dig into his chest, and brought out the letter and seal and present it to the oldman.
The Oldman looked puzzled at Garen's action. He didn't think he has anything to do with garen except from the unproved existence of Draniel. Garen saw the man looking at him slighty puzzled. He smiled and explained. "my master Draniel asked me to pass on this to you."
The Oldman took a closer look and saw the seal. He ignored the letter, and grabbed hold of the seal. The seal must have mean something important, since his arm shook heavily. The Oldman's eye turned red as his whole body shook. No longer being restricted to his hand.
Hashil's mouth shook slowly, and he slowly opened his mouth and said "True.... So true... Hahahahahaa... He his alive.... He is alive..... Good.... Good... Hahahahahaa. He should wash his neck, Wash his neck very well, and expect me to come and take his head from him."
Garen's mouth was wide opened. It seems the old man as an old need with his master. Garen couldn't help but curse under his breath. That old bastard is pushing him to his death and he didn't even tell him anything about it. Garen could only pray that the old man wouldn't take it on him.
Hashil steadied his breathing and got a hold of himself. He didn't take any action on the young boy, instead he took the envelope from the boy, and tore it open. Inside the envelope is a neatly folded letter. The Oldman didn't waste anytime in assessing the letter, and read the content in seconds.
Garen would have doubt he really read the letter had it not being that he saw the power the old man exhibited. The old man let out a small sigh. "after so long, I thought he would have changed. And here I was still feeling sorry for him. Can't he learn to forget." The Oldman sighed a bit, and seem to have made a difficult decision.
He turned towards garen and said to the boy who fully soaked in his own sweat. "don't worry, even though your master and I are irreconcilable, I owe him a favour, and I am not so muddle headed to the extent I would stoop so low to suppress a junior." The oldman dispelled the young boy's worry.
Garen let out a sigh on relief. If the oldman wanted to take the anger out on him, he would have no body to cry to, and would only swallow the grievance. Thank the merciful goddess merin. He would live another day.
The Oldman grabbed Garen by the cuff of his cloth, with a strength that should be inconceivable for a man of his age. He took to the sky and flew at an incredible speed.
As quickly rush through the whiteriver streets, small and tall buildings rush by, covered a large distance in no time. As they got towards the middle of the city, garen saw a white clear river cut the city into two.
From above, the river looked like a Crystal divine blade that cut the city into two uneven section. Garen looked amazed this must be what gave the city it's name. The whiteriver.
"beautiful huh?" the oldman saw the amazed look on the boy's face and was quite amused. Though the river is beautiful, he had seen far more beautiful scene than this.
"this is nothing. You will see far more beautiful scene. Oh I wish to see the Elves world tree. Legends were that the wigdyralliz beauty can steal even the most astute man's heart. It is said that there was once a Apex mage who fell in love in with tree at first sight. Hit the thought of it want to make me laugh. A man smooching a hard tree bark. Mwhahahahaha." the oldman let out a crazy laugh at his stupid fantasy.
Garen let out a small sigh. At least the man look easy going. He wouldn't want to be under the thumb of a ruthless bastard.