Kapitel 32: Chapter Thirty-Two: Young Witch
Arogath visibly flinched. He restlessly moved back and forth in his chair and asked. "How may I help you today Jasmine?"
"I'm here bearing gifts from my master. Since you've been so kind to me these years! Please, take it!" Jasmine said, handing her master a totem from her deity.
"Why thank you Jasmine, you didn't have to!" Arogath said and tried his best to receive the totem without making a face.
"How could I not, you helped me, took me in and taught me all I know! This is the least I can do, master~" Jasmine said, giving him her kindest smile.
"I'll treasure it!" Arogath reluctantly said.
"Good, just don't try to get rid of it, I'll know!" she said.
Arogath coughed a bit and said. "Now then, I heard you're leaving today, is that true?" Arogath said, changing the subject.
"Ah, yes. I look forward to going home again. I've been longing to return ever since I left months ago. Please do visit. I'd love to host you, master~" Jasmine said.
"I'll think about it. Oh dear, look at the time. Well, I must be going now!" Arogath said, hurriedly standing up and storming out of his own room. The totem tightly clenched in his right hand.
Jasmine's blue eyes remained on her teacher's desk. A grin plastered on her innocent face.
Lifting her staff, she casted a curse on the desk. Anyone who touched it, would get an infection on the body part that came into contact. It would make them scratch their body parts irresistibly. Simple, yet irritating. Nothing foul about it and could be seen as a prank. She couldn't do more yet, she was too young and weak. With no backing, but soon, soon she would take her revenge.
Jasmine left her master's office and walked towards her room. She grabbed her secret diary and took her spare clothes. She grabbed her luggage and money, then left.
Finally walking through the corridors, she felt emotional. This had been her home, she met Jasper here, she met Asiana and Harkotlh. Jack, even if he's dead. She had many fond memories of this place. The feeling of mystery and discovery she felt when she arrived. When Jasmine looks back she remembers just how frail and ignorant she was.
Jasmine traced the stone walls with her fingers. A tear she didn't know she had slowly flowed down her cheek and she smiled.
'It wasn't for long, but I'll miss you!' she thought and opened the door to the tower. She descended to the city and used her money to buy some supplies for her alchemy.
Jasmine groaned loudly when she realized she'd have to set up an alchemy table at home.
Using the last money she had, Jasmine's bordered a carriage that was going to Orkrasist to trade.
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Jasmine starred at the ever shrinking city. The rowdy adventurers and merchants made loud noises, making it hard for Jasmine to concentrate. But she didn't mind.
Jantyr used this time to bring Jasmine up to speed. He told her about the adventure guild branch that's been built the months she's been gone.
"Please don't tell the others that I'm coming home. I want to see the village and experience it through the eyes of a normal person first. Before some stupid feast and what not!" Jasmine begged Jantyr.
"Very well, the villagers will have no clue that you're back. But you'll be noticed instantly if you go like that! I'd recommend you to cast some sort of spell to block their prying eyes from seeing you!" Jantyr proposed and Jasmine agreed. She is the noble and technical owner of the village. after all.
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A girl with brown hair and a chubby face, brown eyes and 1.5 meter short, got off one of the many carriages. Stars shone in her eyes as she saw the village. Tall, big buildings, built to inhabit more than just one family. Functioning shops and street vendors. Some arriving merchants had even begun setting up their own shops in the corners.
Guards watched from above, standing on the tall wooden wall.
A crowd of adventurers were rushing towards a building, more glamorous and bigger than the rest. On a sign, above the entrance to said building there were three icons painted. A shield, a staff and a sword, all crossing over each other. Painted in red above the three tools were two words in red. "Adventurer Guild" it read proudly. Displaying its might to the world.
Over twenty young adults were rushing to the building. Our brown haired girl included.
The villagers jumped out of the way, scared to be plowed by the crowd of excited youths, who for the moment had no regard for anyone's life. This was the time of new beginnings, an exciting life. The tales of heroes they've read since young, the stories foretold. Perhaps with this, they too could become a character of books.
The young women sighed and apologized to the victims of the rowdy crowd. Even if she was just as riled up as them, she still had her decency. Something those rowdy guys couldn't claim.
The doors swung open and a macho guy greeted them. "Welcome, welcome, I am Ricadrious the third, branch leader of the guild and former 1C rank adventurer!"
Gasps echoed through the crowd, truly an easy crowd to please.
"I've heard that 1C means that they're C rank, in tier one!" one excited young boy whispered. Just loud enough for the curious girl to hear. She opened her mouth widely and speculated.
'Wow, did they do this so they can easily gauge the strength of someone. I mean tier zero has an extreme potential in different powers. Surely the other tiers have the same. Smart of them, maybe we should gauge our strength the same way.' she thought.
The man made way and let the crowd through. The girl was the last one to go through.
Inside there were several round tables all over the place. A bar was built in to the right and ahead of the entrance there was a reception. Three staff members, with the same silky black uniform stood ready with their own counter. They smiled and waved at the arrivals, quickly gaining their own lines.
The girl waited and watched in anticipation.
One of the receptionists brought out a weird black hand that seemed to be made out of obsidian. The hand was outstretched, like it planned to grab something. Making the first in line pale.
"Place your hand on it!" the receptionist told the unlucky first.
The young man with short brown hair reached out his hand to the black tool. He fearfully placed his hand inside the it and then it closed. He yelped in pain, and some blood flowed down the black hand.
Then the hand let go and the young man stumbled back, falling on his butt. Whilst staring at the hand in shock and hatred. All while the hand was stretched up and showed its palm. The blood from the young man flowed up in the air and formed "0E" in the air.
The others gasped in shock, and excitedly waited for their turn. As for the young man, the receptionist grabbed a weird medal and slammed it through the blood. Like ink it stuck to the medal and engraved itself into the weird metal in the shape of a tag.
"Congratulations Ekwards, you're now an adventure." she congratulated and then yelled "Next!"
The girl watched everything occur with interest, but was interrupted by the branch leader.
"Why is there a witch here, who's well taught in illusions. May I know your name, miss?"
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