Chapter 2317 Scarwolf

Chapter 2317 Scarwolf

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As evening fell, Alex returned back to the shop where the young man worked. He waited for the young man's shift to end before calling him out.

"Alchemist Dawnblade," he said excitedly as he walked out. "Thank you for coming back."

Alex narrowed his eyes a little. "I should be the one thanking you for taking time out of your schedule to help me," he said. "By the way, I didn't catch your name earlier."

"Huh? Oh, it's Scarwolf. I didn't introduce myself before?" the young man asked.

"It's nice to meet you, brother Scarwolf," Alex replied.

"Brother? No, I don't deserve that. Just call me Scarwolf," the young man said.

Alex stopped himself from arguing back and simply nodded. "Scarwolf it is then. Where are we going, Scarwolf?"

"To meet with a senior of ours. He's an Emerald Raven, just as you asked," Scarwolf said. "It will be up to him to sell you his tail feathers."

Alex nodded. "You mentioned he was... grumpy?" he asked.

"Kind of, yeah," Scarwolf said. "He's been in the sect for many, many years. And as far as I can remember, he's always been a grumpy man. I hope he will help you though."

Alex rubbed his chin with a curious look on his face. "Why is he grumpy?" he asked.

The young man turned around while walking and simply shrugged. "No clue. He was grumpy since the day I came and probably will be until the day I leave."

"What is this place?" Alex asked.

"This? This is the disciple's section of the sect," Scarwolf said. "Disciples of the sect who do not wish to find their own place can stay here."

Alex looked around, most certainly surprised. "They are forced to stay in such a place?" he asked.

"Does it look bad to you?" Scarwolf asked.

"Is it bad if I say it does?" Alex asked.

Scarwolf grinned. "I would've thought you fake if you said it didn't," he said. "It's meant to be. Disciples are allowed to stay here, but they aren't allowed to fix any of the broken stuff or set up formations around the place."

Alex looked at Scarwolf with a confused look. "Why?" he asked.

"It's so disciples don't rely on the sect and actually go out and live on their own," Scarwolf said. "Or at least that's what was told to me by the senior I used to live with early on. He moved out, so I did too."

"I see. I suppose that's a viable strategy to get disciples to work."

"It works brilliantly," Scarwolf said. "Anyway, this is the place."

Alex turned to look at one of the decrepit houses built entirely of wooden planks with the door seeming to nearly come out of the hinges. 'How long ago was this place built?' Alex wondered.

The young man walked up the three wooden stairs and knocked on the side of the house. A spiritual sense washed out as soon as he did that, and a moment later, an old man walked out.

He had dark skin short white hair and a beard. He wore a fully white robe and stood crooked ever so slightly.

The old man looked at the two of them and grumbled. "You all better have a damn good reason to make an old man like me come out here."