Chapter 97 - Table It

“Before we end this discussion, there is the last thing I want to tell you about the incantations.” All of them listens carefully. “There are ways to use magic without invoking incantations, but it requires for you to muster imagining it. It would take years for you guys to be able to do it but that lesson is for you guys to have to learn. That is all. You can go home now. It’s damn twelve noon, you guys should be hungry.” His last statement was more of a mandate, but obviously it’s a reason to dodge a bullet.

“You’re not going discuss us about that?” Sherry asked.

“For what? That level of magic requires the user to be skillfully experienced which you all lacked for now.”

They all reluctantly agreed, which is great because he is famished of all of the lessons, he had to discussed for them, but it was worthwhile for his pocket.

Alastor couldn’t take it anymore of her jabbered. Sherry was flexing how she was talented enough to do magic and can manage to conjure magic so easily.

She was ranting about how hard it was and now she’s overconfidently showing off, he thought. He shrugged off and gazed emptily at her. His bored and annoyed expression did not fail to creep on her senses.

“Are you annoyed?”

“Not actually, this is my face when I’m hungry. So, please, spare me with your sense of accomplishment. My stomach is not on the right mood to talk right now.”

It’s not a lie. It’s even more tiring to sit down doing nothing rather than doing something. All of his energy was spent worrying whether she couldn’t do it or not, but she did not fail him and actually made his job easier.

The mansion finally came to their view. After the days the mansion had faced getting destroyed by the Renegades and the Night Tide, it’s finally recovering. The four towers that oversees four different directions has finally reconstructed.

The holes in the mansion finally got replaced by sturdier roof tiles and tainted it with fresh red paint. The road is finally paved by greenery scene, the walls of the mansion was not charred in black anymore. Most of all, the rooms are fixed and the mansion got an extension for new available rooms.

They went inside, passing the fountain and head straightly to the dining area just by right and across the stock room. It was a simple yet delightfully luncheon for Alastor. He is enjoying the pasta, macarons and the refreshing juice he ordered.

They were enjoying their foods when his team went to sit down and eat lunch with them.

“Wow,” Ken greeted, “Eating macarons in noontime, interesting. Can I have a taste?”

Alastor with a blank expression said, “Touch my food and I will kill you.”

Ken quickly glanced down and eat.

“By the way,” Linda started. “How’s the training of the newbie’s doing?” She asked Alastor. He wasn’t able to correspond to her question as his mouth is full.

“Good.” It was Sherry who replied. “It was great. I was easily able to use magic. The instructor did explain to us easily how to properly do it.”

“Who’s your instructor again?” Linda queried.

“Nathaniel.” Alastor replied this time.

“Nathaniel, you mean Nat, the one who’s in stretcher?” Ken asked, his face repressing to laugh.

“Yes, it’s me.” Nat was standing behind him. “And that was two weeks ago, I’m recovered and can kick your ass if wanted to.”

“Shit.” Ken muttered.

“You, a teacher?” Linda said. It was more of a question rather than a statement.

“Hey, even I can’t believe it myself.” He sighed, “Things got desperate and I needed money.”

Linda shakes her head, “Okay, what would you need the money for?”

“To travel. I’ve been stuck here for months. I need to get out of this place.”

Ken replied, “What’s wrong with here?”

“What’s wrong with here?” Nathaniel repeated, “Everything man. I should be getting my life together and start somewhere else, not to get stuck over again because of some lunatics bulldozing themselves to prove that they don’t this place anymore. I won’t be as much as lucky next time if there’s another revolt would happen. I might end up with no legs next time.”

He nearly lost his legs last time, can’t disagree with that. Ken thought.

“If you want out, easy, walk.” Alastor coldly replied. “Use all of the lessons you’ve learned in this place instead of whining like a little bitch.”

“Listen to me you little shit!” Nathaniel snapped out and was about to choke him but Linda and Ken stopped him while Sherry silently observing them.

After calming down, Nathaniel tabled his resolution. “I get that I’m gonna able to survive in the jungle with the skills I have but I am not going to go out there alone without any financial resources.”

“Wuss.” Alastor again coldly replied.

Nathaniel remained calmed, “It would if you’re going to be a little more sympathetic here Al. I would very much appreciate it.” He continued, “It was very easy to say, but there’s no guarantee that I will survive long enough before my pocket will find money.”

“Who said that you’ll be spending all your time in the forest?” Alastor asked. “There’s an easy way to make money.”

“Like what?” Nathaniel inquired.

“Hunting. You can hunt monsters out there, sell their meat or any valuable parts of their body. Merchants has things over the exotic products, if you know how to bait them. They even pay higher than any quest in the guild, but you must be a good whisperer for you to sell it.”

“If not?”

“Then, sell it to the blacksmiths, I’m sure they will find it useful.”

Ken and Linda nodded in acknowledgment.

Linda replied, “Those could work.”

Nathaniel put it into his thoughts, “Yeah.” His mood lightened up, “I guess that would do. But I still need money to travel in the next town and after that, I will make my quest.”

Alastor felt the someone tap his back. It was the young lady before.

“What is it?”

She’s slender and obviously a timid person.

“T-the director wants to see you and your team.”

Alastor, Ken and Linda exchanges glances and stand up. There were still leftovers but that is no concern as the request matters the most, especially when it comes from the director himself.