章 131: Someone to not be fucked with!
There was a few seconds of silence between us. It wasn't awkward silence but just normal silence.
"A what?" I asked.
"A Fo Forkula!"
"The fuck is that! Why does it sound so menacing?" I asked. Fo Forkula. The name alone was menacing enough.
"A Fo Forkula, it is when the royal family request 100 martial artists from each clan so that they can go to war."
I was stunned. Just who exactly was in charge to come up with such dumb ideas? While they sat on a throne eating grapes and drinking wine there were people dying for them. I did not like that.
"When was this?"
"A messenger arrived a few hours ago, they said they will come back tomorrow morning for an answer."
"Is that so?"
"Sect leader... please do not misunderstand... they simply wait for an answer as a sign of formality. If perhaps you should refuse... then we will face problems from government. They will try everything to suppress us and discredit us until finally the entire clan is disassembled."
I glanced at Mulk. I could read his emotions. He was scared. I could feel the fear coming of his body.
"And what do we stand to gain should we accept?"
"Should you accept, then we will gain favour with the king. We will receive benefits such as tax cuts and we will be able to use the Kings name to a certain degree."
Tax cuts? Wait? Was I supposed to pay taxes? I just hope that the tax collectors are not as adamant as the IRS.
"Very well then, I shall deal with the messenger tomorrow." I placed my hand on my hip before looking down. My pouch! That woman must have taken it of when she had stripped me.
I walked out of the pharmacy and just like before the amount of people in line was the same as earlier on. For a minute I thought that they were the same people in line.
I quickly rushed back to the chiropractic clinic and on a table I found my clothes neatly folded along with my pouch.
"Thank God!" I said as I touched my chest. The amount of stress and anxiety i had felt was similar to that of a teenager who lost their phone.
Wait! My phone!
My phone was still in my pocket. As I looked around I noticed that the candles and incense had turned of.
I was curious. Just what exactly had that woman used to drug me. With the current state of my immunity system it just did not make sense how I easily succumbed to its effects.
I carefully analysed the candles and incense. I felt a slimy rubbery liquid from the incense.
"Is this toad oil? No, it can't be. But it's extremely similar."
I quickly went on my phone and did some research and I finally found my answer. African Nara bulldog frog.
The African Nara bulldog frog released a slime from its body that caused effects such as numbing, loss of consciousness, extreme body pain and several other things. The African Nara bulldog frog was an endangered species with only around 1 million of them in the entire world.
They could only reproduce once in their life before dying and becoming sustenance for their child.
It's slime and body was a controlled Grade Black substance. Grade black controlled substances were things that could get one over 50 years in prison and in some countries a death penalty. Examples of Grade black substances were dragon eggs, the world serpent scales, wendigo horns and skinwalkers teeth.
"Damn, Had that woman been just a half centiliter of let alone a milliliter I would have been asleep for at least a few weeks."
The realisation was scary. It made me doubt myself. All this time I had been growing stronger and yet something like this could have taken my life had it been utilised properly. It made me realise just how small I was.
I walked back home and sat on my bed while listening to Thank you by Dido. With time I had fallen asleep.
Morning came and I woke up, took a shower got dressed, ate breakfast and then sat down in the main hall on the Sect leader chair. Previously it had been a giant seat similar to a throne that stood atop several giant steps however I did not like it so I had it sold.
I was not a king nor do I ever intend to be one so it would be self contradictory of me had I used it. I would much rather be a tyrannical conqueror who gained troops through his efforts, rallied them and killed the ruler of the land than a fat incestuous bastard who sits on a throne due to his blood.
Also it was incredibly uncomfortable so I had to switch to a normal chair that was padded with cushions.
"Sect leader," Mulk came rushing in through the giant metal doors. "The messengers have arrived."
Messengers? Plural?
"Send them in." I said as I put my phone away.
A few minutes passed by a through the door walked in two woman and a single man. The two woman were clad in armour and the visible parts of their bodies were covered in scars.
The man on the other hand was like a prince. A princess would be a better description for him. His nails were cut and clean, his hair groomed and oiled, his skin, soft, white and clean. His clothing were extravagant for a messenger.
As soon as he saw me he made a confused expression on his face.
I could understand. He was probably thinking of something stupid such as 'how is one such as young as you a Sect leader?'.
He bowed and so did the two woman.
"We greet you esteemed Sect Leader Damien of the Dark Purple Rain clan. We have a message for you from the king of Esturka, the ruler of these lands."
"I already know that." I replied curtly with a cold voice. Usually messengers reported back to whoever sent them. This is why I was trying to give of the impression of being indifferent, cold, experienced and someone to not be fucked with.
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