Chapter 146: The Baton
In the morning, in the village of Fynren, Seraph, who had been walking along, listened to the story of the proud Kisawan baton without ceasing.
The voices became increasingly irritating.
Seraph held an apple. "Please, can't you just stop for a second? I still have to listen to you talk so much. I'm about to cry."
Seraph opened his mouth to take a bite of the apple.
Suddenly, the shadows of two men stood in Seraph's path.
Seraph saw the shadows blocking his path, so he dodged to find a way forward.
A man blocked Seraph's path again.
Seraph moved around to avoid it, but no matter what he did, the path forward was impossible.
Seraph looked up at the person blocking his path, keeping his mouth shut.
He stopped eating the apple because it wasn't the right time to eat it. Seraph sensed something was happening.
[The intense event just ended. This tension is back again? What's going on with my life!?]
Seraph looked up at the two men in front of him.
Seraph seemed to remember the first, but he couldn't.
The second man was a complete stranger.
Seraph bowed his head in apology. "Sorry. I'll make way now."
Seraph leaned aside to let the two men walk past Seraph.
Neither of them moved.
The first man had short, black hair, was twenty years old, had a fierce appearance, and was a large build. His name was Fan.
Seraph asked because of his manner. Without asking, the man in front of him wouldn't speak.
"Do you have business with me?"
Fan nodded. "That's right. Could you please follow us?"
"Can't you not go? "
"Don't make me use force."
"Okay."
Seraph followed Fan, with another person standing behind him to prevent him from escaping.
Time passed, and Seraph ate the apple, filling his stomach. It would be strange to say that, but at least he had something to eat.
The three of them arrived at this place. It was deserted, a dark, noisy corner, a dumpster.
Seraph saw Fan stop and turned to look at Seraph.
"Alright, let's get to the point. I'm a failed candidate in the Phirenin School entrance exam, and I have a favor to ask. Please bring me some medicine from Phirenin School. This is my request."
Seraph looked confused. [Failed candidate, and you want me to bring you some medicine from Phirenin School. Is it that easy?]
"No way. I don't even know if I'll pass the exam. "So, I apologize."
Seraph bowed his head in apology.
Fan spoke up, "When someone passes through the Fyrennin Academy, a welcome gift is given to them. I need a second-level magical potion, Bone Marrow Remedy. This potion can enhance the effectiveness of physical abilities. In exchange for this potion, we will give you a second-level magical item."
Fan summoned a magical staff, a jet-black staff as long as Seraph's arm.
"This is a baton. It can command the surrounding roots to obey. I've seen you use roots in combat, so I thought, if you pass the exam, could you bring me the Bone Marrow Remedy in exchange for this?"
Fan handed Seraph the baton for him to consider and decide.
Seraph took it and thought, "If I have this, I have a high chance of distancing myself from the Kisen Staff. The control of the baton is at least... It can cause some chaos. Okay.]
"Then it's the baton. I really like it. If I pass, I'll definitely bring the bone marrow medicine in exchange."
Seraph returned the baton to Fan. They both agreed.
Fan disappeared from Seraph's sight, along with the other.
Seraph looked at Kisen's staff. "What's the matter, Kisen-senpai?"
"What do you want that staff for, with me?"
"Someday, I won't be with you forever. When the mission is complete, we'll be separated. But I will never forget you, senior. So I want to use this as a symbol of our eternal friendship."
"Even though you praise me, I have nothing to offer you. Don't worry, senior Kisen-senpai will always protect you. You can trust me."
Seraph walked out of the dark corner with his staff and headed towards the street. [Successful. The trick worked. What normal person would trust a magical amulet? Plus, the figure of the person who gave the mission is so terrifying. No matter how you look at it, it's clearly a criminal.]
Seraph walked onto the street, the streetlights illuminating the street. Seraph stared at the red gold coin in his hand.
"Then, let me go get something to eat."
Seraph had only taken one step when he happened to see someone he knew.
Seraph quickly looked down at the ground.
Footsteps could be heard standing in front of Seraph.
"What's up, kid? I've been looking for so long. Return my apple!"
Seraph was completely confused and asked the Kisen staff. "Senior, didn't this guy let me go already?"
"No way. This guy ran off when you were looking down at the ground, and a mother and son came up to throw you a red gold coin. This is what I saw."
Seraph was shocked. [Oh, I thought it was this guy who gave the money. Plus, that apple! Let it go sometimes.]
Seraph handed Nata a gold coin.
"Here, my beautiful sister. One gold coin for an apple?"
Nata stared at the gold coin in Seraph's hand. "If you had the money, why didn't you buy it in the first place? Why would you steal it?"
Seraph frowned. [I just got the money, so what? If I did, I would have paid for it long ago. This is the apple I ate. Is it rare? Why are you pestering me!?]
"I got the money from someone who took pity on me, so I'm giving you this money."
Nata nodded. "Very well. I don't mean to offend you. I was actually going to offer you a job. Are you interested? The money is better than begging for it."
Seraph looked up, slightly delighted. "Really!?" "[Ahhhh…! I'll just say I'm only here for a short while and then I'll leave. That won't do. I'll just give in for now. If there's a problem, I'll just use the excuse of being a kid and saying I'm not good enough.]
Nata smiled slyly. "Alright, I'll hire you to run the fruit shop for one silver coin a month."
Seraph nodded. "Got it."
The two agreed. Seraph decided to become a fruit vendor, hired by Nata.
The two walked to a fruit stall, guided by Nata.
After a while, Seraph began to remember.
Seraph stood waiting for customers to enter the stall, his expression calm.
Nata was meditating behind the closed curtains, practicing something.