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Kapitel 38: [Ancient, cruel and demon]

It was broad morning, the movement was continuous and the birds were singing. The noise of cutlery was constant; penetrate, cut and consume.

Delicate and fast movements, in a continuous action of penetrating, cutting and consuming. The chewing sound was brief but persistent.

Penetrate, cut and consume; bite, soak and swallow. Emotionless with a blank face, he penetrated, cut and consumed.

His gaze inert, in the direction of a dissection. Hanging next to a painting, on the heights of his room was the head of a stuffed animal.

It had been a gift from a stubborn old man, his great-uncle. Violently and fleetingly, wasting and spilling saliva, he positioned it and walked away.

His last words were a promise as he left.

"Here, boy! For you to recover your manhood." His laughter was audible to the Athenian Coliseum.

It had finally dawned and it was no longer necessary for him to chase tracks or feces. He had left the strange and gloomy mansion.

He was in his home, sweet home... But like the sickle of a higher moral judgement, the dead eyes of any emotion remained in the heights judging him.

Gradually, her cutlery went still. His eyes held determination and his stomach full.

He began to retreat to his garden, his steps steady. He did not turn his head, nor did he fear for his integrity... His life was full of colors.

Penetrate, cut and consume... Penetrate, cut and consume. A recurring action in all lands, extensive and immobile... A distorted sense of eternity.

Extensive from civilization to nature, an irrevocable perpetual order. Encompassing various areas, remaining immobile for posterity.

In an artistic sense.

"Memoirs of Adda Illyoah". A painting that Federick kept private. Perpetuating the lifestyle of an ancient noblewoman.

Memories that triumphed by being perpetuated. Like the ignorance of living beings, repetitive and meaningless. Like mental grief, stomach pain and constant vomiting...

[I do not eat meat]

"..."

"No, for the hundredth and last time, I don't mean that." Federick said with a slight headache.

She was outside her home, the wind brushing her long hair. He was comfortable trying to figure out the similarities between Christopher's words and Amagatzu's.

[Sir, I am 98.08% certain that I know what you mean! The next:

"Fag of Monastery"]

"I guess manual is still more effective." Federick expressed the wind with a sigh.

Concentrating his efforts, he directed them to excavate his memories, using an auxiliary tool: his innate ability.

Different memories flashed across his memory, his control being rather inexperienced and not at all illustrious.

The gloomy mansion, Carlos II, Christopher and Alexandro...

"I suppose you have not received anything from the cave, but the young man's earnings must not have been nil." Those had been Alexandro's words.

Christopher's actions and words prior to visiting the mansion.

His chant, knowledge and materials used.

In a vortex of memories, Federick squeezed these memories patiently. Gathering and storing them.

But at one point, incredibly he received a slight intrusion. Ephemeral and weak, it disappeared instantly. It was at that moment, that he fully remembered the central point of the puzzle.

"There are countless expressions of these paths, which one must explore and conclude." They had been the words of Amagatzu.

'Should one follow a set path?' Frederick wondered.

'Their power systems are obviously different, but... why do they maintain such similarities?' Federick reflected mentally.

'One way, one way, one way...'

...

A horse-drawn carriage made its way through the narrow streets of the city, the sound of hoofbeats hitting the cobblestones echoing through the buildings. The carriage was painted a deep, glossy black, trimmed with gold accents.

The coachman named Aaron, wore a top hat and tails. The horses, magnificent chestnut specimens, pulled the carriage with ease, their muscles rippling under their glossy coats.

As the carriage passed, people stopped and watched with faces full of curiosity and admiration. Some nodded their heads in respect, while others whispered to each other, elbowing each other. The carriage was a symbol of high wealth and status.

At this precise moment, the passage of the carriage was heading towards the interior of the second sector of the Athenian City. Where wealthy mortals lived.

The driver, a tall, imposing figure with a bushy moustache, held the reins firmly, his gaze straight ahead. He was a man of few words, but his face was a map of wrinkles and folds, testament to the many years he had spent driving carriages through the streets of the city.

Using this experience as leverage, he had managed to obtain the position as the Prince's coachman. A task that was not easy, but attracted extreme status.

Turning a corner, the carriage passed a group of children playing in the street. They stopped their game and watched, wide-eyed, as the carriage passed by, with faces of astonishment and admiration. One of them, a curly-haired girl, reached out to touch the horse, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

But an indistinctly childish hand reached out swiftly, interrupting his chance.

The carriage continued on its way, passing shops and taverns, and the sound of laughter and music filled the streets. The air was filled with the scent of flowers and the smell of freshly baked bread.

The carriage stopped and the driver get out, his joints creaking with age. He stroked the horse's neck and spoke to it softly, in a soft murmur. The horse cawed back, its eyes bright with intelligence.

Federick who was inside the carriage, finally extended his sight to the outside. This was a trip that he had planned.

Recently, only a week ago, a caravan had settled in Athens, who had come from abroad. A renowned and reliable circus troupe, who annually toured the environs of the Central Continent.

It was rumored that a master in the arts of fortune-telling was engaged and offered his services for a "modest" fee.

He aimed to try to experience the so-called "maxims" by using him.

Circuses were characterized as places of wonder and enchantment, where the ordinary became extraordinary and the impossible became possible.

The big top was a riot of color, with red, blue, and purple swirls that seemed to change as you looked at them. The big top was adorned with sparkling sequins and twinkling lights, which provided a mild spectacle due to the timetable.

But the real magic of the circus lay in the "unexplained" acts. There was a man who could transform himself into a variety of animals, from a majestic lion to a mischievous monkey, with a sudden body movement.

There was a woman who could conjure up entire landscapes with just a brush and canvas, creating breathtaking vistas that seemed to come to life before the audience's eyes.

But these actions were not of particular interest to Federick. He approached a manager with questions and received answers.

It turned out that the "Extraordinary Grand Soothsayer: Kansis" was staying in one of the side tents. With this information, he decided to observe the fantastic works of other members of the circus for a moment more.

Observing the different side tents, he noticed a particular feature in one of them: cold, dark, and desolate; very different from the others.

According to the man's words, this should be the right one. Federick thought.

The inside of the tent was empty, with various contraptions strewn about. Kansis was not a lover of cleanliness or was careless to an extreme degree.

After waiting a few minutes, Federick saw an individual approaching from the distance.

Pale skin, green eyes, and brown hair dressed in a tailcoat.

"Minutes... They are the distance between fortune and despair!". He said with his arms wide open.

His smile was unreliable.

"My apologies, sir. I am sorry if I have interrupted you on an important occasion." Federick said classily.

"The fated cannot be interrupted. Now step inside, please." Kansis said with a broad smile.

"You have to come in", Federick said from inside the tent.

"..."

"Young man, of what service do you require?" Kansis asked.

"Three things: past, present, and future," Federick said.

Kansis looked at his client's attire and exposed his biggest smile.

"In today's practice, we will intervene with two different objects: cards and cups. Although austerity is respected when dealing with destiny, we will make an exception for your condition".

His body gave off a faint but existing smell of alcohol.

"Nine glasses in all. The nine rests in the symbolization of a culmination; quite right considering you have visited me." A laugh imbued with haughtiness continued.

This resonated with Federick, due to the words of Alexander the "Ancient Emperor".

Kansis shuffled and shuffled the cards masterfully. His expertise was observable in these simple actions.

"Tell me your day of birth".

"Tell me your favorite color.

"Tell me your mother's birthday".

Three questions, three answers. Through them, he separated a total of nine cards from the deck. Based on an approximation of the results of the three numerical answers.

"If you wonder how color becomes a number? It is intrinsically related to my abilities inherited from past generations of my family." Kansis said with a smile.

Suddenly a mist rose over the table where the nine cups were positioned. Kansis lifted the cards and let them fall.

The table vibrated and the cups began to move in a circle.

With quick movements he picked up the cards in the air, returning them with a sharp movement to the table, where they landed extraordinarily under one of the cups.

When the show ended, the joints of Kansis' fingers rang.

"Rest your hands on three handles from three different cups and we will conclude with the results." Kansis said.

Federick complied, making contact with three handles. Which Kansis turned around, grabbing the respective cards.

"Three Cards: Ancient, Cruel, and Demon." Kansis said.

His smile suddenly disappeared. His fear was to upset his client's mood. His thoughts were a variation, but determined.

"Ancient means that you are by nature wise and imperishable in the memories of others."

"Cruel means that he is disciplined and even cruel to himself, embodying the spirit of effort."

"And demon..." Kansis looked at his client not knowing how to continue.

"A demon is a diabolical, cunning and cruel creature. Embodying hatred as feigned good... They are capable of anything to achieve their goals, aren't they?" Federick responded with a smile.

"You have simplified the virtues of the successful!" Kansis supplemented by doing mental juggling.

"Heh... you're good."

"What would be the price for this meeting?". Frederick asked.

"All for the small price of a 'Crown of Mmon'. You can also pay for a membership..." Kansis spoke until he was interrupted.

A loud slap had landed on his left cheek. The characteristic sound of coins resounded in the background.

A little blood was spilling from his left cheek. Three coins danced on his counter, where the glasses had previously been.

His earlier mild drunkenness had worn off and his confusion was palpable.

But a hand on the back of her shoulder interrupted her already sluggish thoughts.

"Listen to me, these coins are your fee: Three coins for three customers, you'll lure them in and give an unlucky shitty speech... Do you understand?"

"By the way, delete your ethereal shit; and escort your unfortunate customers outside." Frederick finished.

Kansis only managed to observe his retreating rear figure. His cheek still with trauma...


next chapter

Kapitel 39: [Experiment]

The surrounding landscape was bathed in late sunlight, creating varied shadows. A marvelous specimen of well-executed engineering and planned design, the structures and nature coexisted in perfect harmony.

The street stretched horizontally for a long stretch, being densely lined with various street stalls.

People of all ages and backgrounds could be seen enjoying the scenery, laughing and chatting as they explored the stalls and different goods. Children played amongst the trees and plants, their laughter echoing in the air, while couples strolled hand in hand, enjoying the view.

Federick was flaunting his wealth, buying assorted goods from numerous stalls. The owners were all smiles.

He was preparing to take his next course of action. The circus was just down the street, enjoying a prime location.

None of the three willing customers had made an appearance, so he was not worried. He was constantly walking between different stalls and the articles about him were increasing. He was preparing his big act!

The first preparations had been made. All that was missing was the predisposition of Kansis and his unfortunate customers.

He did not fear or create second thoughts about it, because he did not fear intelligent people.

The three coins were probably no longer rolling on Kansis' counter, but they were in his thoughts.

No karma of any kind weighed on his mind, which rested serenely; based on the use of his system, he had confirmed that Kansis' abilities were a scam, which led him to make rash decisions and actions, which he did not regret.

He still remembered the words his system had used only dozens of minutes ago...

[You're fucking Nostradamus and you visit the neighborhood uncle Carmelito. You have to compete to be a fool, you little wanker from Cochabamba; probably the path of this neighborhood Carmelito is more lush and extensive in the palm of his hand than in the divinatory arts].

"..."

"You're a fucking neighborhood freak."

...

As the sun began to set, a young servant named Thomas made his way through the crowded streets of the city, his heart racing with anxiety.

He had been searching for hours for his master, an old man with dementia, but to no avail. Desperate for any information that might lead him to the old man's whereabouts, Thomas decided to visit a soothsayer renowned for his accuracy and insight.

The fortune teller's tent was situated in a bustling circus, surrounded by different tents, customers, and members of all kinds.

Thomas pulled aside the curtain and stepped inside, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. The fortune teller, a man with a sober face and piercing green eyes greeted him cordially.

"Welcome, young man," he said in a penetrating and eloquent voice.

"Please sit down and tell me what brings you to my tent.

Thomas took a seat on a cushion in front of the soothsayer, his hands trembling as he explained his situation.

"My master, an old man with dementia, has disappeared," he said in a trembling voice.

"I have looked for him everywhere, but I can't find him. I was hoping you could help me locate him."

The soothsayer listened attentively, his expression reflective. When Thomas finished speaking, he closed his eyes and placed his hands on a small crystal ball in front of him.

He remained silent for a few moments, his eyes fixed on the ball as if concentrating on the images it contained.

Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at Thomas.

"I see your master." He said expressionlessly.

"He is in a place surrounded by water, but it is not a place of peace. He is confused and disoriented, and I fear he may be in grave danger." The soothsayer finished with a pitiful smile.

Thomas's heart sank as he listened to the fortune teller's words. He had feared it, but hearing it confirmed was still a shock.

"Do you know where this place is?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The soothsayer hesitated before speaking. "I'm afraid I can't reveal the exact location to you," he said, his voice heavy with regret.

"But I can tell you that it is a difficult place to reach. You will have to travel along pitiful paths, innumerable obstacles to face."

"But since it is the work of predestined destiny, I can offer you a follow-up plan for your case, for a small fee.

Thomas felt despair creep over him, to the point where he couldn't hear the fortune-teller's words. He expected a simple answer, a straightforward solution to his problem. But the soothsayer's words told him that the journey would be difficult and uncertain.

He gave thanks to leave for the tent, but strangely the owner escorted him out. With a heavy heart, he assumed it was merely empathy.

Yes, it was Kansis with the first unfortunate customer...

Thomas knew he had no choice but to undertake the journey, daunting as it seemed. He had to find his master and bring him back home, no matter what dangers or obstacles awaited him.

Otherwise, death would be his cold supper.

On the other hand, a watching Federick watched as two individuals retreated from the circus into the bustling street.

"Who said smart people couldn't be trusted? Federick said in a whisper.

He had previously extended the will of his system to the location of the tent, so he knew the inner chatter. He had already formulated his next plan of action through this inner knowledge.

Despite his actions, Kansis did not show exaggerated nervousness. His movements were concise, directing his gaze in all four directions in an attempt to identify his former client.

Federick, who was not short for his age, was quickly identified. Thus, Kansis pointed his unfortunate client in his direction, finally retreating to the circus interiors with a few final words.

"Preordained fate, preordained destiny.... Fortunate or unfortunate, it is decided by north, east, west and south".

The young servant, impetuous and hot-blooded, kept a resolute gaze and a raised chin. His steps were firm as he headed in the direction given by Kansis.

He scanned his surroundings, trying to find some trace of his sickly old master. An action of extreme difficulty in a commercial street, bustling and tumultuous in elevated senses.

Until he managed to hear a distant cry, which he attributed to his good hearing and fortune.

"Old man, senile dementia is an extremely serious attribute. Be careful, or you may be the next carrier!".

"You ignorant brat, shut up; he turned thirty-five this year!".

Thomas immediately changed his direction, going to the cause of such shrill cries, which were so loud even in such a bustling mercantile street.

He violently pushed different people out of his way, without regard for their etiquette. His mind was solely occupied by the cause of the shouting.

But to his disappointment, it was only a lone child, with no adult or guardian around, sitting on a barbaric stool.

"Welcome, young man. He said in a penetrating and eloquent voice.

These words surprised Thomas, because of their uncanny coincidence in their similarity to the words of the soothsayer.

"Hello, boy," Thomas replied dryly.

"Please pay your respects and tell me the reason for this fated meeting." The figure continued.

At these words, all that could be heard was Thomás swallowing saliva with the threat of choking. His surprise was extreme.

"S-sir, forgive me". Said the young figure, as he knelt and bowed his head.

"Acting upon lofty spheres requires virtue, so don't worry; now tell me about your grievances, young man." He told him in a soothing voice imbued with deep affection.

"It is about my master, sir. He is a sickly old man with dementia, who is unable to understand between fantasy and reality? Please help this young man and the old man!". Thomas said extremely emotionally.

"You are truly fortunate." Said the figure on the bench.

'Because I am Federick'. He thought secretly.

He had prepared in advance the information of this servant's presumed master. With the help of his system, it was a simple task.

[Sire, during our journey in the carriage, many silent rumors flew around him without his awareness.

There was a rumored story, of a lucky man from sector one. Who through his generosity, warmth, and especially strength, managed to attract a dying rich man, who gave him all his wealth in jewels, in exchange for a roof over his head.

Upon further analysis, I am certain that this is Mr. Dave, a very successful, but senile, magical individual and merchant].

Through the information provided by his system, Federick prepared a paper crane with extreme delicacy. It was to fly...

When it was finished, he spread its folds to finally launch it dozens of meters into the air.

"Go, seek your fortune. Federick said.

At this, Thomas did not hesitate and set off in search of the flying paper crane. His efforts were unsparing and his violence superior to the previous one. He was utterly determined to get it.

When he held it in his hands, he unwrapped it to its original form, where he found a text inside. The text in question was a location... Signed with the name "Dave".

When he looked back, Federick was still eating seeds.

'I sure he hoped i'm not more here... Heh'. Federick thought.


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