199 Hitting up an Old Friend's Father

"So let me get this straight," Furion interjected as he massaged his forehead. "You dropped out of the Academy because your Master, Mister Larks here was, for the lack of a better word, kicked out?"

"I mean, there's a lot of better words to describe that situation," Guy muttered with a bitter smile. "Fired, let go of, dismissed, discharged..."

"And now, you're planning to start your own Sect?" The boy continued, ignoring that little aside.

"That pretty much summarises the situation," Markus affirmed.

Furion released a sigh charged with a myriad of emotions and shot a suspicious gaze at the Master-Disciple duo. "Where do I fit into all of this? Are you asking me to join your Sect?"

At this stage, Guy stepped in, "Financing."

Before Furion could speak up in denial, Guy raised his palm and expounded, "Dune Caravan Management."

"That's my father's business. I don't know if I can help you there," Furion replied shaking his head.