Chapter 627: Blabbermouth

Chapter 627: Blabbermouth



Northern glared obstinately into the guy's eyes.

At that point, he almost shivered, scratching the side of his hair and smiling with his eyes. "Ha ha, forgive me. I have this tendency to derail. Sometimes, I can just be talking about serious matters and I just start derailing and talking about things that don't matter..."

Northern's glare intensified, almost shooting lasers. The boy, as he met Northern's gaze, quickly recollected himself.

"Oh bollocks, look at me doing it again. My name is Asterman Fellihman. You can call me Aster."

Northern sighed almost silently, "Alright, Aster. Do you know where people that wear this uniform..." Northern pointed to himself, "...usually go to?"

"Of course. That was actually why I approached you. I am a second-year Artificer. Did you doll up like that because it's your first day?"

Northern squeezed his face, raising a brow.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Oh. You are new. 'Dolls' is a term we use for the other school that loves to wear their uniform all the time, twenty-four, seven. But you know, we are allowed to wear anything we want, as long as it permits you to work without any dangers. Now, this school uniform, for us non- combative students, is just a ceremonial dress."

Northern opened his mouth slightly. "I see... that explains why I didn't see anyone wearing what I was wearing."

"Very few of us stay in Tollimer Dormitory, but yes, that too."

Northern took a glance at the gate. It was there, arching over the gate of the dormitory- Asten Tollimer.

If there was one thing he had noticed since his three days in the academy, it was the fact that this was the norm with almost every building.

For example, the gateman that took him to Professor Heim three days ago had called the building Tryfe Gazel Hall.

And then there was Tollimer Dormitory. He couldn't be too sure until he saw this motif in several other buildings, and Northern considered this too trivial to ask Aster about.

If he could, he would love to keep things silent between him and the blabbermouth, although he doubted if that was going to be possible.

Northern looked at the boy, "So, Aster. Can you take me to the non-combative school?"

"What course? I am doing the Artificing course, like I said before. I am an Artificer, so yes, of course I am doing Artificing, ha ha ha..."

"Blacksmithing and Weapon Forging." Northern interrupted.

"Oh. Blacksmithing?" Aster gave Northern a stare that insinuated he was judging.

"With that body? The guys in Blacksmithing are usually more..."

"Can you lead the way?" The look in Northern's eyes suddenly made it difficult to keep his carefree and running mouth nature.

Aster stifled his mouth and swallowed whatever words he had left.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Then he turned to the right. "Follow me, please."

"You can just call it LaRosa Workshop."

"Whatever the dumbfuck it is called, I really don't care, Aster. How many more minutes?"

"Ooouuu," "Aster feverishly blew air through his mouth like he wanted to whistle. "You are an

edgy one, aren't you?"

Northern's dark and dangerous gaze lingered.

"In ten more minutes, we will probably get there."

Northern dropped his shoulders with a sigh. 'Dumbfuck, ten more minutes to suffer?'

"Lead the way," he said, dispirited.

"Sure." Aster took the front, his relaxing and carefree demeanor quickly returning like it

never left.

He gave it a rest for a few seconds, then his voice rang out again.

"You know, the point I am trying to say is, you can be great too, even without being in the combative school. You can also be like my brother, Voiceless Crow, who is now a Master and a renowned scout."

'Darn, I can't take this anymore!' Northern paused, his brows twitching. He turned his face to

Aster.

Seeing Northern's gloomy face and suddenly feeling an oppressive coldness around him,

Aster gulped, dropping a pearl of sweat.

"Did I ever complain to you, Aster?"

He fervently shook his head. "No, you did not."

"Good. Thank you regardless. I would have needed it if you told me two years ago. But now, I

am great already. Your speech is useless."

Northern went silent and breathed in deeply.

The look in his eyes became even more dark, softly glinting with an azure light.

"Now for the rest of these nine minutes we have left, if you speak again, those nine minutes

are going to be the worst nine minutes of your life, both the past and the future. I promise you Aster, I promise you with everything in me."

As his voice dropped between them, Aster couldn't help but feel like a sharp dagger laced with poison was insidiously sweeping across his thick neck.