Building My Guild With A Blank Scroll
Chapter 91: Another Deal Gone Wrong

Chapter 91: Another Deal Gone Wrong

In the opening of two rundown buildings of the abandoned area of Kitville were four figures.

"I...have to...survive..." She found herself crawling with everything she had left, until when it was seemingly over for her. She touched a something, gripping it tight for dear life— a shoe.

"Hey, that’s our catch!" The two men in orange and black approached proudly. However, the figure in a black overcoat with a white collar said nothing and continued with his cigar.

"You deaf or something, I’m speaking to you." He continued to talk, near the figure while his comrade went to grab the girl by the legs.

"Save— save me, please... please!" She didn’t know who it was or how he was, but for her— there was no surviving in the hands grabbing her.

"Little scum, there’s no saving you here!" The figure grabbed her by the hair and yelled.

*SLAM!

Bashing her head against the cold earth and breaking her nose before raising her, also by the air. As despite the pain, she kept herself from blanking out, fearing it would be the last thing she ever did.

"Please... please..." She kept on mumbling the same word under her shortening breath.

"Hahaha, save me! Oh save me! That’s how you should do it— like a little frickin princess!! Hahahaa!!" The standing one laughed out loud and ugly, his attention going back to the figure inches away from him.

"Now, don’t let me repea—" Still irritated by the figure ignoring him, he was about going to grab him by the collar, when he spoke.

"How much for the lad?" His voice carried a weight they couldn’t tell, though it disappeared in the next second.

"Her, haha— you want to buy such filth?"

"Exactly."

"Oh, he’s serious. A cigar isn’t for empty pockets, how about a 1000 gold eh?" He said with a foxy smile up his face, with an open palm.

"A reasonable amount, but if you can’t, then maybe— ugh!" He almost dropped to the ground, with a sudden weight on his hands. Managing to holding up the pouch with a reinforcement of spiritual energy, he checked as his eyes went bling.

"Well—" He seemed to think for a second and threw the pouch to his comrade, who dropped the girl immediately to catch it.

"That’s his I believe, what do say about giving me mi—" Another heavy pouch was dropped on his hand, almost breaking it as it was slightly heavier than first.

"That’s twice, satisfied?"

"Hoho, there was no need to ask that man." He threw back the money to his comrade, the weight pushing him off his feet and onto the ground. Barely feeling the impact as, the easy gold did nothing but blow his mind.

"Because, you know something— I don’t think I am that much. How about you had me one of those juicy cigar’s, so we talk." Without hesitation, the figure slid a hand in his pocket and it was at that moment he noticed he wore a watch.

"Ah, you can forget about the cigar— hahaha." The figure paused, removing his hand.

"Do we have a deal then?"

"Sure we do, but there’s a but— haha! You don’t mind giving me that watch as a gift to seal the deal eh."

"Haa!" The figure heaved a sigh. "The only thing a man should be greedy about, is information."

"Eh? Are you givin—" It was a flash, yet he found himself loosing height for a reason. The figure before him no longer having a cigar, as it was currently burning in his gut.

"—9crow." He added to his words.

*THUD!

"Huh?" The other Umpire busily counting the gold, raised his head as he heard something. His gaze landing on the body on the ground, with a cigar being seen at the back of his neck. His face scrunched up, the anger evident as he looked up to the figure.

When suddenly, the anger disappeared and turned into fear. ’Those flaming eyes!’

"You— you— you have...you have a plat—platinum aura..." He stuttered as his entire body trembled, unable to even think of what to do next. There was no need to try to make a run for it, for if he couldn’t escape a monster then he couldn’t escape him— cause there was no difference between the two.

"Hey there, little one." He drew closer, and went down on one knee before the barely conscious girl.

"Please... please...save...me... please..." The girls eyes were fixed on his, as she continued mumbling the words she knew her very life hanged on.

"It’s ok, you’re safe now." He assured her, as those words were enough to bring her the rest she needed.

"I’m... I’m...safe..." He eyes finally fell shut, catching her head before it hit the ground. Gently lifting her up and into his arms, he turned to leave.

’He’s leaving... he’s leaving?" The Umpiral sat there slightly confused about what was happening, though he wasn’t eager to die. Suddenly, the figure stopped in his tracks.

"What’s your name?" He questioned without turning, his voice loud and clear.

"Klin— Klin Tarno." He replied almost instantly.

"Good." He continued to walk away with her fast asleep in his arms. A name was all he needed to track him down, if anything was heard about what occurred. And even if he hid at the end of the world, he’d find him even if it took a lifetime.

However, that didn’t seem to be needed as Klin staring at the gold and then to his dead comrade, knew what had to be done. There wasn’t a reason why, yet he just felt it was the best bet he’d ever and would ever make.

"Wait!" The figure stopped.

"The name is Randon Mutt." The figure nodded slightly, smiling briefly before he continued into the night mumbling to himself. "One must die, in order to live— 9Crow."

The large double doors flew open, as two figures stepped into the huge hall. It had windows reaching 8 feet on each sides of the wall, and towering pillars which went all the way to ceiling— barely being seen in the night.

Around were various stone sculptures of knights, those renown while others being images of random ones there to fill up spaces. After all, the Crane Kingdom weren’t known for their hardened knights, since hunters, guilds and whatever else weren’t counted as the Kingdom’s subordinates. However, having been at peace for as long as one could remember— it was a bustling trading haven. Yet, how could a merchant have a place as a sculpture in the king’s hall.

"Kaleb I’ve been expecting you, good for you to have come." A voice came from above the staircase before the two, as a pair of emerald eyes gaze on them.

"Your Majesty." Kaleb went down on one knee with a hand on his chest. While the other, continued and ascended the staircase until she stood beside the throne. "I apologize for any delay."

"I do hope there hadn’t been any issues getting here. Salia here had been sent to ensure you came as soon as possible and were safe."

"Your Majesty didn’t need to, a messenger would have been enough. Still, I wouldn’t dare make decisions for you, Your Majesty."

Seated on the throne and in a golden king’s robe, he turned to the figure beside him. "He gave you any trouble?"

"Not until i had him in my mouth." Her finger brushed her lips slowly, as she stared down at Kaleb.

"Oh, Salia. Such fantasies won’t be fulfilled with him— your type boils his blood faster than water."

"Still, I’ll eventually have him. I will."

"Just don’t get beaten up first."

"I already had a fair share, leveling proved to be useless this time round."

"Another category already, then I’m assured he wouldn’t be disappointing me then."

"Arise Kaleb, I apologize for the delay. Have you heard of Renville?"

"No, Your Majesty— information on the inside are difficult with its impenetrable forces."

"Hmm, i see you haven’t heard then. Renville is lost, destroyed by an attack of the Umpirals they say. Maybe buying explosive runes from the Dark Corps— who knows."

"The Umpirals would naturally take over the district."

"Obviously, their feuds are no bother of my kingdom unless the coffers aren’t filling up as they should. But I fear it would help us with what has befallen the kingdom, Kaleb." His tone gradually changed into a deeply troubled one.

"Your Majesty?"

"The Event Of Renville had commenced during the night it came crashing down, a huge loss. Though it wouldn’t match to that of the life of an Imperial Blood."

"Imperial Blood? Your Majesty, it can’t be."

"It is, Kaleb. Imperial Prince Multin Mumain, heir to the throne of the old Emperor. He’s dead and of all places, it had to be in the Crane Kingdom." Kaleb simply stood there frozen and short of words.

"An Imperial messenger came in this evening, they aren’t open for any discussions. Kaleb, War has been declared and the Empire Of Mumain would be moving all it’s forces to the borders in a month."

"But, but Your Majesty— we share borders with two Empires, Mumain and Kraon."

"Don’t bring them into the picture, Kaleb. There’s a lot on our plate and we would even need their help."

"No, Your Majesty. Kraon allies Mumain."

"What!! When!! You had better watch what you say!!" The king stood up, almost furious.

"I wouldn’t dare to lie, I was there myself. A secret wedding between Multin and —" Before he could finish, he could see the figure above coming down.

"YOUR MAJESTY!!!"

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