Chapter 151 - Lessons To Be Taught

Alastor didn’t waste his remaining time on this place as he began to study at the library.

It was 2 in the morning.

The hall is cold as it is deadly silent. The tribunal hunters had already gone to their room. All was left the silent cold night.

Alastor who have entered the library was diverted into two long sections. There are small windows on the side of the wall that gave birth to the light of the moon, but still, it couldn’t reach the other side of the room.

The lingering smell of the candle lamp lightened the darkest part of the library.

Alastor cough over the dust of the book as he open it and sat in front of the table. The old book has a sweet smell, a musky smell of wood, fainted in vanilla scent. It’s irritating, but without the smell, the library would be lifeless, and perhaps, he’d fall asleep too. Even though, he thinks he can’t fall asleep without smelling it.

The book was all about the history of Hunters.

It was long but worth taking notes on.

To summarize, he had learned the history of the Hunters. Timber’s description earlier was close to what he read, but that is just the tip of the iceberg. Timber taught him about being a hunter, but he was not told what kind of hunter he is.

It would be a matter of time before he will know what is the reason he hasn’t been told.

Alastor skim some pages and had read the important parts.

“… Though may different… the hunters have the same symptoms…” Alastor read on his lips. “The twitch. It is the proactive hostility caused by the awakening of abilities of a hunter.”

He heard the faint footsteps that echo and got closer behind the door.

He was in the middle of reading when suddenly the door creak and open.

In the darkness, he held the handle of the candle lamp illuminating his face as he entered.

“What are you doing here,” Alastor asked.

He folds the book before facing once more with his tired sullen eyes.

“I was going to ask the same thing.” Timber slowly walks to him. “You still reading the books? It’s already midnight.”

“Yeah.”

Timber stop in the middle of the way.

“I know you told me your interest in the hunters, but there is no need to put so much time reading it. I can lend some of my books, but it looks like there’s more than that. Tell me.”

Alastor heaved a sigh. He rose and return the books from their proper places. He slouched and sat on the table.

“You never told me about who or what I am,” Alastor responded.

Timber replied. “That’s because you’re a late bloomer.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means your nature appeared to be late. Basically, you’re on the first step on discovering what you are.”

“What exactly I am?”

Timber shakes his head. “I don’t know.”

“Then what’s the use of telling me about the hunters if you can’t tell me what I am?”

Alastor shot an icy glare at Timber, but Timber was too invested in his thoughts and continued to explain.

“That’s what I’m hoping to know. I’ve brought you here for that purpose, but it appeared that the development would require some time before I can pinpoint what you truly are.”

Alastor shrugged his shoulder and rolled his eyes. He rose and walked past him. Timber put his hand on his shoulder.

“Wait.”

Alastor didn’t turn around, except that Timber went ahead of him and gestured with his finger to follow him.

Outside.

Timber stretches his arm and turns on his heels to gaze at Alastor.

“Now, what??”

“We are taking a run.”

Alastor raised a brow.

“We are doing what now?”

“We’re going to run. A sprint.”

“I know, but what do we make out of it.”

“I just like the breeze flushing over my face.”

“Whatever.”

Timber made a stance. “I encourage you to join me.”

“Oh really?” Alastor also made a stance and prepared. “Where’s the encouraging part on your words?”

“Smartass.”

As Timber took his seemingly last deep breath, he broke to sprint.

Alastor started to run. To where the finished line might be, he doesn’t know.

He look behind and saw Alastor following him. Timber kicked the dirt off the ground. His legs easily pushed themselves against the ground. The wind blows against their face when the breeze had made it to the west just the opposite of their way.

Timber entered the forest and followed the road ahead.

He observed Alastor that is catching up to him and made a grunt.

Alastor’s breath puffs a white smoke. A thin layer of sweats covered the nape of his neck. Keeping his breath steadily, he pushed harder and went faster.

“You’re fast.” Timber commended.

The difference between the two of them is that Timber appeared to be not out of breath while Alastor is seemingly tired out.

At this great speed, Alastor could barely see and remember the paths they’ve come and passed. His boots pounded heavily on the ground causing mud to splash and taint his pants.

Timber had led him to several routes for over 30 minutes.

Even if the cold air bit his lungs, he can still feel his body working. His legs are running warm and air enter with a short gasp.

Timber made it even harder for Alastor to follow. Timber quickened his pace and leap. His legs pumped, gaining more momentum with each push against the ground.

At some time, Timber halted and so Alastor did it too.

Alastor gasped for air. He kneeled and felt his heart racing fast.

“What the hell man?” He raspingly asked.

“You tired already?”

Timber didn’t make an exhausting face, more another reason to consider him as above normal.

“You’re tough.”

“Oh, it’s nothing to brag about. I’ve been doing this thing for over 30 years. Jogging for a few miles is a cinch for me.”

“A miles?”

Timber ignored him and walk to the woods. Alastor followed and saw the majestic forest beneath them. They’re on a cliff.

“Whoo.”

Timber grunted and sat on the ground crossing his legs. Alastor sat with him. Timber threw a flask of alcohol to Alastor which he easily caught by his hand.

Timber drank and coughed for a second before turning his attention to Alastor.

“I know you’re interested in your true heritage, and I’m enthralled to know it too, but the preceding of your development would take some quiet time.. The only thing you can do right now is to wait.”