Chapitre 4: New face, Old stories: welcome back Young Lord.
📝 [ARC-2]
The tea shop fell into somewhat muffled state. Such a kind of tranquility where a pin drop sound won't pass unheard. The heeders were preoccupied listening to the tale being told. The atmosphere was like frozen still-ice.It was not until Dan spoke which shattered the paused air and brought people out of their stupor.
[MUFFLE- QUITE; TRANQUIL]
[STUPOR- DAZE]
[HEEDERS- LISTENERS]
"Woah~SO marvelous."
It was unknown who said so but after it a bunch of affirmative remarks poured like rain from black clouds.
"Good.Too good."
"Absolutely supernal."
[SPERNAL- TOO GOOD; SUPREME]
"Divine. So Godlike."
Those who were voice-struck ultimately pushed forward a heated discussion.
"Does this count as history?Hey man! Do any of you met one."
"No.I didn't."
"Me too. Can't remember ever meeting these legendary figures."
"Bunch of old fools. You would meet them if they exist."
"Huh~OH...Right they do not exist."
"Your sister. Have you not heard old Dan saying that they were brothers with royals. They do exist."
" Shut it up! Let's ask old Dan himself."
" Yes. Yes. Ask him."
Thus the respected storyteller, old Dan once again became the focal point for these idlers.
"Hmm...I heard our late general Yin was also a Khasa people. Haha...But who knows...Who knows...."
After which a loud gasping sound was heard. From little children to old people who doesn't know about this general Yin. Rumors are that General Yin brought his soldiers to fight against a powerful enemy but on one certain night he went berserk killing one hundred of his own people. At that time if it were not for Prince General calming down the situation then the outcome would have been worse. Later he also harmed their current emperor but this general is said to be dead a year ago.
The idlers who were left shocked wide-eyed. They wanted to pry further but had to swallow down their curiosity in their heart. Old Dan neither confirmed nor denied the possibility of such mysterious existence. He exited the tea shop leaving behind an even confusing remark.
Outside the tea shop, old Dan didn't take the usual path with bustling crowd instead he turned around and followed down rather an empty road. Walking for a distance he gave up the current route and chose to stroll down the narrower path next to it which could only fit one person at a time. Old Dan somehow arrived at the backyard of "Warmfrost" de novo. It was actually a roundabout trajectory that guided him all around to the backyard of the tea shop. Comical.
[TRAJECTORY- PATH; ROUTE]
The anterior of the tea shop was decorated with lights and colours while it's rear end was surrounded by dense forest and omit the circular path there was no other way to arrive there.
[REAR END- BEHIND; BACK]
In between those tall thick trees there was a slight green grassy sector where two or three bamboo made chairs and a table were arranged.A young man dressed up in ash-blue attire with his silver-blue hair tied high in a ponytail was seated on one of the chairs at the time. He was wiping clean his shiny white sword with a piece of white cloth, his actions seemingly elegant and graceful.
"Old Dan. I quite like your story."
As soon as the youth spoke his evidently deep and smooth voice rung melodiously throughout. The youth took out a hefty pouch filled with gold coins and passed it to his sub-ordinate who was standing there upright like a trained soldier all draped in black, only his eyes could be seen.
[HEFTY- HEAVY; WEIGHTY]
[ DRAPED- DRESSED; COVERED]
The man who was dressed mimicking a shadow caught the pouch in the air and patiently waited for his Lord's next command. The youth gestured the shadow man to move forward and hand the pouch to old Dan.
Old Dan had met this youth nearly two days ago when he was suddenly asked by the youth to tell a story about Khasa tribe and in return he will be rewarded with hundred gold coins. The two times they had met altogether the youth covered his upper half face with a silver mask this caused old Dan to held the youth suspiciously. But in the end greed overtook himself so he put back a bit unease he had felt meeting the youth and with joy accepted the generosity that came knocking his door. After he got the pouch old Dan eagerly wanted to leave the place.
As a result when he back faced the youth to leave a sudden sharp slashing sound of wind was heard beside his ear. He jumped away in surprise. Precisely the sword was aimed for his arm. If he was not keen attentive towards the changes surrounding him then today would have been his last day on earth.
"What is the meaning young master?"
Old Dan questioned smiling. And the answer he got was an another slash. Good thing that his reactions were as fast as his footsteps thus he managed to dodge the sword unscathed narrowly for twice.
[UNSCATHE- UNHARMED]
The youth finally seemed to have played his full as his eyes were gleaming with immense satisfaction.
"Don't wrong me old Dan! I was just checking the sharpness of my new sword. Have I been offensive towards old Dan...or should I say Dien DanDiren."
Old Dan was perfectly keeping his signature smile even after the youth's offense but as soon as the name was mentioned his bright and playful expression went under complete change and turned out icy-cold. His eyes became sharp like daggers and his lips pressed into a thin line. In the living world there are often things that ordinary people mustn't know at any cost and this name happened to be so.Dien DanDiren....was his birth name. Or a curse should he say. Excluding himself there were three more who knew his full name and at present none of them are alive.
"Who are you?" Old Dan glared threateningly.
The youth ignored the visible change in old Dan's attitude and laughed it off. The youth titled his head slightly sideway and smirked like a devil ascended from hell itself.
Upon seeing the youth's actions something clicked on his mind and as he had remembered two different images slowly combined as one. Old Dan trembled with excitement. His blood boiled like hot molten magma. His eyes began to filled with cautious anticipation.
"This...You....Young master may I know your name."
The youth mouthed some words and it was not hard for old Dan to grasp and understand the movements of those smooth pale red lips. Old Dan or say Dien DanDiren...suddenly kneeled on one of his knees touching the cool earthen ground. He closed his right palm into a fist and placed it over his left chest. He bowed respectfully and saluted the youth-
"Greetings Young Lord. Welcome back."
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