Evolution begins with an ant colony-Chapter 322: Point Me In The Right Direction
The midday sun hung overhead, casting its warm rays over the bustling cityscape below. Akun, now alone, slowly made his way through the bustling crowd, his silver hair and black silver armor glinting softly in the sunlight, his coat billowing slightly in the soft wind.
He scanned the area, looking for any strong warriors with his dragon eyes. Obviously, considering that the tournament was in its late stages, not all the warriors out here could possibly still be participating, so only the strongest of them would still be in.
"I guess asking around would be far faster than trying to look for someone manually like this," Akun mumbled, coming to a halt as he folded his hands, still gazing at the bustling crowd. "But who should I ask?" he wondered.
"Well, it doesn’t matter. It’s not like there would be a reason for them not to tell me who is still left participating in the tournament," he said, proceeding to let out a sigh, unfolding his arms, and now walking towards a lean-looking man with brown hair and brown eyes, who had a sheathed sword strapped to the leather belt at his waist.
The man stood before a wepon stand, and by the looks of it he was purchasing something.
As Akun got closer, he overheard an ongoing conversation. "Look, I understand that the dagger is made using mythril and was continuously polished so it could obtain this gleam. Everyone can agree that a lot of love and effort went into making this weapon."
The man with brown hair said, pausing to put the dagger back in its small black sheath. He then proceeded to add, his tone slowly rising due to his anger, "But selling it at three times the original price is... simply overkill!" He yelled at the end, clenching his left fist as he leaned in close to the dwarf who owned the stand.
The man then added, "You are basically trying to rob me in broad daylight. Do you think I’m stupid or something?"
The short brown-skinned dwarf man, dressed in his stained clothes that he used in his smithy, couldn’t help but let out a sigh as he waved his hands dismissively. Then he proceeded to say, "The tornament is still running, kid, and I’m sure you know what folks say: ’strike hard, strike fast.’ If you ain’t gonna buy the dagger, then you should just drop it and leave."
Dropping his hand to his waist and then smiling slightly, the dwarf then added, "After all, there are many more warriors like you around who wouldn’t mind paying such a price for a mythril weapon of this size."
The man gritted his teeth as he said, "Why... You..."
"If you would excuse me, I hope to inquire about something from you fine gentlemen," a voice suddenly boomed behind the man with brown hair, somewhat interrupting, causing he and the dwarf to turn around to the source. Discover more content at novelbuddy
The man with brown hair, brimming with anger, was about to lash out at whoever the voice belonged to. "Hey, can’t you see I’m busy here? In case you don’t..." But then he suddenly stopped, as his eyes landed on the figure behind him. The man was rather tall, with silver hair, and the air he gave off was imposing.
His armor looked professionally made, and his figure neither bulky yet finely toned, it was Akun.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I was hoping one of you could point me in the direction where I could find someone still participating in the tournament. I was hoping to challenge them, you see," Akun said with a rather stoic demeanor, not giving off the relaxed and easy aura he usually has around his family and subjects.
"By Quandaln’s beard... where did you crawl out from?" The dwarf muttered in shock, his eyes widening as he gazed at Akun’s sheer size, feeling the pressure of his imposing aura.
For a moment, he was dazzled, but being the dwarf that he was, the next thing his eyes landed on was Akun’s armor. "And by whose hands were these fine pieces made? Aye, there ain’t a single sign of imperfection.
The way each piece seems to perfectly fit the other without any bulges or small spaces makes it look like it was made with magic somehow," he said, already leaving his stand to take a look at what Akun had on.
His eyes darted across piece to piece like he was some supercomputer doing a high speed analysis, his hands fidgeting with excitement.
He was about to lean in close and use his hands to get a feel of the equipment when Akun said, "I accept your compliments, but please, I would prefer it if you didn’t touch me. Besides, this is beside the reason I came here. If you can’t help me, I would love to be on my way to someone else who can." He narrowed his gaze slightly.
"Ahem." The dwarf pretended to clear his throat as he calmed down. He then said, "Sorry for how I acted. I was simply caught in the moment. Now, you were asking to be pointed in the direction where you can find someone still participating in the tournament that you can challenge. Obviously, you want their spot to face the knight captain at the end, right?" The dwarf narrowed his gaze.
Akun then said, "That is none of your concern. You simply need to point me in the right direction. No need for all this talk," Akun said, sounding rather cold for some reason. The dwarf narrowed his gaze as he shot back a silent intense look at Akun. The young lad was being disrespectful. If not for the possibility of literally getting crushed underfoot if he got angry, he would have said something.
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But then the dwarf simply let out a sigh and said, "If you are looking for anyone, you can find one at the Little Green Peak in the distance. There should be an elf lady still in the tournament, and she is the pride of her nation. I doubt you would be able to take her on, but you simply need directions, so that isn’t my problem," the dwarf said in a rather nonchalant tone.
