Scion of Raizel (The Divine Elements Book 3)

by Daman

Calron slumped down on the chair, as Roran closed the shop’s door and walked towards him.

  “Master, look, I can count to a hundred now!”

  Ellie exclaimed cheerfully, as a neatly stacked pile of gold, silver and a few copper squares were balanced on the desk.

  He had sold all eighty-three of the enhancing tiles, seven of the vision tiles and all of the immune tiles. The vision tiles were sold for five gold each, while the immune tiles were each sold for around twenty gold.

  If a warrior took both the enhancing tile and the immune tile at the same time, then he would become a dauntless force in the battlefield. On the other hand, the vision tile was something that was not focused towards combat, but more towards scouting.

  Overall, Calron estimated that they made more than five hundred gold just from today’s sales!

  “Oi Roran.”

  Calron closed his eyes with exhaustion as he started to doze off in the chair.

  “Yes, big brother?”

  Roran smiled at the hard-working Ellie on the counter before turning to face Calron.

  “We will go tomorrow to hire more staff for the Azure Pavilion.”

  Calron mumbled just as he drowsed into sleep.

  ………………………..

  In a far away mountain outside the boundaries of Selior city, a cloaked figure stood at the peak, as she gazed at the distant silhouette of the palace and six towers.

  Her hood fell back under the onslaught of the wind, revealing her bright crimson hair fluttering in the open sky.

  Chapter 38 – Encountering a Familiar Face

  “Big brother… I don’t think this is a good idea.”

  Roran whispered into Calron’s ear, as the two youths passed a line of guards whose cultivations were at the Saint stage.

  “Relax, Roran. We are customers here and there is no need for them to attack us.”

  Calron calmly muttered while continuing to walk ahead into the open-air auditorium.

  Early in the morning, Calron had decided to not open the shop and go to the Slave Market to purchase a few staff members instead. He could have just hired people from the city to work for him, but Calron felt that if he could give a better life to the pitiful slaves, then he would rather buy them and set them free of their shackles.

  After convincing Ellie to stay behind at the inn with Tanny, Calron took Roran and they both set out to the biggest slave auction in the market, where they sold a variety of the best battle slaves, beast slaves, etc.

  “I don’t like the way that they are staring at us.”

  Roran grumbled at not being taken seriously by Calron.

  The reason why Roran felt uncomfortable was due to the fact that all the people entering the auction appeared to be extravagantly wealthy and were surrounded by their own bodyguards. Whereas, the commonly-dressed pair of him and Calron looked like two kids coming out explore and have fun.

  “We won’t stay here for long. Let’s just go to the battle slaves section first, and then we can see if we want to continue searching here.”

  Calron pointed at an ongoing auction in the far distance at the right of the auditorium, and hurried there.

  A large rectangle stage was located there, while the auctioneer loudly called out the biddings. It also appeared to be the most densely crowded section of the auditorium.

  “Alright.”

  Roran replied, as he quickly followed behind Calron.

  “250 gold…..going once …. 270 gold! …. going once…. going twice….. sold to number 31224!”

  A sound of a vibrant bell rang throughout the stage, as the auctioneer called out the identity of the person who won the bid.

  When entering the auction, each group is given a number card after they have deposited an initial 100 gold. This was to make sure that the people participating in the auction were not falsely bidding and trying to inflate the prices. Of course, upon leaving the auditorium the person could claim the 100 gold back after paying for their successful bids.

  A two-meter black ape enveloped in chains was pulled off the stage by two staff members and was taken towards the person who had won the previous bid.

  Third rank of Saint stage…

  Calron mused while glancing at the black ape, and then pushed through the crowd ahead to gaze at the remaining slaves.

  There were around seven battle slaves standing just behind the stage, and all of them were human males varying in both age and height.

  Let’s see which one I should go for.

  Calron thought inwardly, as his irises morphed into a bright grey color.

  The first one is not bad… sixth rank of Saint stage, but lots of people will compete for him and the price tag would be very expensive as well.

  Calron observed the slaves, and tried to pick one to bid on. The others were around the second to sixth rank of the Saint stage, with the last one being at the seventh rank and most probably the highlight of the auction.

  After learning about their cultivation stages, Calron tried to get a glimpse of their personalities and mental mindset. Although he was not very adept at using the Divine Perception to completely look inside someone else’s mind, he could still catch glimpses of their thoughts.

  Anger… despair… bloodthirst… revenge… melancholy…

  A wide range of emotions rushed into Calron as he opened his mind to sense the slaves’ feelings. He did not know which slaves were projecting which emotions, and sometimes, even the emotions of the surrounding customers seeped into Calron’s mind.

  This is getting very confusing, I need to focus only on one emotion.

  Calron closed his eyes in concentration and narrowed down on the single emotion that he wanted.

  Hope.

  He did not want a slave whose only aim was to enact revenge or to take out their built-up fury. He wanted someone that wanted to live and who had aspirations and dreams for the future. It was to prevent any negativity atmosphere around Ellie, so she would be surrounded by people who would show her the goodness in humanity.

  There!

  Calron inwardly exclaimed, the moment he picked up that emotion in one of the slaves.

  Opening his eyes in that direction, Calron saw a middle-aged man with greying blonde hair and a lean body structure. He was roughly a bit taller than Roran, but with his lean body frame, he appeared to be even taller. His brown eyes stared at the auctioneer with disgust, while his two fists were clenched tightly in frustration.

  He was also one of the weakest slaves among the remaining seven with a cultivation only at the second rank of the Saint stage.

  “Found our guy.”

  Calron smiled as he continued to observe the middle-aged slave, and waited patiently until he was brought up on stage.

  “Who is it, big brother?”

  Roran quietly asked, guessing which one of the seven slaves that had Calron picked.

  “I thought we agreed that we will meet after we entered the city.”

  An irritated voice suddenly sounded out behind the two youths, as they each felt a hard hand on their shoulders.

  ……………………………..

  In a dark room and on a large lavish bed, a man was sleeping on his back and letting out faint and soft snores.

  In the next instant, a shadow in the shape of a python slithered through the door crack and gradually approached the man on the bed.

  The gentle snores continued to echo, as the man appeared to be still unaware of the intruder. Just as the shadow began to creep on the bed and neared the body of the man, it slowly transformed into a scantily-clad woman with bright crimson hair locks.

  “So sweet… ”

  The woman seductively bit on the man’s ear lobe, rousing him from his sleep.

  “Who let you enter my room?”

  Zarvel opened his eyes, and glared at the woman clinging to his body.

  “Master sent me to tell you that he wants you to start the operation on the princess’s sixteenth birthday.”

  The
red-haired woman sensually whispered into Zarvel’s ear, ignoring the man’s glare and continuing to hug his body.

  “Did he give you the artifact?”

  Zarvel asked in a forcefully calm voice, still lying in the same position on his bed.

  “He did.”

  The woman took out a small glassy sphere which appeared to contain miniature moving black clouds, and she placed it on the stand next to the bed.

  “Good.”

  Zarvel stated in a satisfied voice. However, in the next moment, he swiftly leapt from his bed, gripped the red-haired woman by the neck, and pushed her against the wall.

  “Next time you enter my room while I’m sleeping, I’ll crush your throat into a pulp.”

  Zarvel whispered darkly into the woman’s ear, his arm now covered with shiny black scales and his fingers morphed into razor-sharp claws.

  “Hahaha!”

  The woman let out a strained laughter while her neck was still being grasped by Zarvel, but then she quickly exploded into a mist of smoke.

  “I hope you fail in the task that Master assigned you, because if you do… then I will be the one to crush your neck.”

  A seductive voice sounded out behind Zarvel as he felt the trace of a slender finger on his jaw, until the presence finally left his room.

  The savage roar of a furious dragon echoed in the Guardian Temple, and the sound waves reverberated throughout the area telling everyone one simple fact:

  The dragon had finally awakened.

  Chapter 39 – A Glow In The Darkness

  “Tower Lord, here is the item that you requested.”

  A knight in a black metal armor stated in a low voice, as he handed a piece of metal tile to the man in front of him.

  “Hmm… ”

  The Tower Lord observed the piece of metal intently, turning it around in his palm and feeling the texture of the material.

  There were approximately seven black armored knights surrounding the Lord, who was dressed in a plain purple robe without any ornaments. The only visible design on the simple robe was the crest in the middle of the chest area.

  It was a diamond-shaped shield with a cauldron etched on it.

  The crest of the Laxerus clan.

  *kacha*

  The tile cracked under the tower lord’s essence, and soon disintegrated into the air.

  “Little Mirane invested in this item? It’s ambitious and has potential, but the effects are too weak regarding anyone in the Saint stage or above. What I’m more interested in, is why Mirane decided to help this boy? She usually shows no interest for the opposite sex… ”

  The tower lord had an average height, and a slender build. Only the profoundness in his eyes suggested his true age, as his middle-aged face had no blemishes or wrinkles at all. He had bright emerald-golden eyes similar to Mirane, however, his hair was a deep shade of brown.

  “These so called ‘God Tiles’ might be more valuable if they could use another metal besides elemental metal. Wait for a few days, and contact the boy named ‘Calron’ and ask him if he can make these God tiles with other metals besides elemental metal.”

  The tower lord stated with a smile as he looked at the knight in front of him.

  “My lord, I heard that it was not the boy who made the tiles, but that he received them from a place called the Azure Pavilion.”

  The knight replied in a confident tone.

  “That’s where you are wrong. There is no organization that goes by that name in any of the neighboring cities or kingdoms. He is the Azure Pavilion himself.”

  The tower lord laughed with mirth at the expression on the knight’s face and turned around to walk away, while the seven black armored knights silently followed behind him.

  ………………………………..

  “Elder Balis, could this please wait for an hour or so? I really need to purchase one of the slaves coming up.”

  Calron glanced back at the annoyed face of the owl-headed Elder, and asked in an urgent voice.

  “It was all big brother’s idea… so, could you please remove your hand? It hurts!”

  Roran yelped, trying to struggle out of Balis’s steely grip.

  “I can’t believe that I have no one to rely on, except you two idiots for some help.”

  Balis sighed, as he removed his hands from the youngsters’ shoulders and stood next to Calron.

  “Why do you need a slave?”

  Balis asked curiously, looking at the ongoing auction on stage.

  “I recently opened a shop, and I need a slave to handle the shop’s security.”

  Calron answered back, which evoked a stunned expression on Balis’ face.

  “Hahaha, you have been busy then. So, which slave are you targeting?”

  Balis chuckled after a brief pause, his owlish eyes lighting up with amusement.

  “He hasn’t come up on stage yet, but he should be appearing soo- Ah, there he is!”

  Calron exclaimed with eagerness, as he saw the blonde slave step onto the stage.

  “Dear people, I introduce to you a slave from the wild desert kingdom of Notaria! It took three of our experts to suppress him, so don’t be fooled by his low cultivation. He is a master of the spear, so a perfect guard for your house. The bidding starts at 50 gold!”

  The auctioneer shouted out animatedly, as a few staff members positioned the slave towards the center of the stage.

  “60 gold.”

  “60 gold and 50 silvers.”

  “75 gold.”

  Several customers raised their number boards while stating their bids. Although the bidding was not as intense as the one for the beast slave, 75 gold was still a high margin for a slave.

  Calron patiently waited until the bidding slowed down and was down to the final competitors.

  “87 gold and 20 silvers.”

  An old woman yelled in her hoarse voice, and looked challengingly at the rest of the crowd.

  “87 gold and 20 silver going once… going twice…”

  The auctioneer started.

  “90 gold.”

  Calron raised his number board while smiling at the old woman.

  “91 gold!”

  The old woman growled, giving Calron a murderous glare.

  “100 gold.”

  Calron stated calmly, ignoring the livid elderly woman, and surprising the rest of the crowd. A beast battle slave at the second rank of the Saint stage would be worth 100 gold, but a human slave at that price was simply too costly.

  “Do we have any other bidders? This young man seems to have an eye for scouting hidden talents, so this slave might be worth even more.”

  The auctioneer tried to entice the crowd to raise the bidding even more, but the customers were not fooled by it. Anyone could tell that the auctioneer was only trying to increase his own commission money, as they would get a cut of every sale that they made.

  “Going once… going twice… sold to number 31686!”

  The auctioneer conveyed, disappointed that the bidding did not continue any further after the 100 gold.

  When he heard that he was sold to a new master, the blonde slave glanced at where Calron was standing and gave him an indifferent stare. He did not seem to be fazed by the fact that Calron was so young and that he would have to serve him in future.

  “Nice to meet you, Avor.”

  Calron silently mouthed the words, hoping that the blonde slave would notice.

  Seeing the sudden look of shock on the slave’s originally indifferent face, Calron let out a little chuckle and turned towards Balis.

  “Thank you for waiting. I’m curious, Elder, about what could we possibly help you with? You are much stronger than either of us…”

  Calron tilted his head to side and glanced at Balis’ face.

  Balis was taken aback by seeing that Calron had so much money and could afford to waste it on an overpriced battle slave. He was even more curious now about what kind of shop the boy had opened.

  “Not speci
fically your help, but I would need the help of your clan.”

  Balis’ face darkened, as thoughts about Zarvel surfaced within his mind.

  “You knew?”

  Calron asked silently.

  “After seeing you use your lightning during our initial encounter, I already took a guess.”

  Balis responded with a slight smile while looking at Calron.

  Meanwhile, Calron brooded in his own thoughts at the mention of the bow.

  Is it related to the Raizel clan? Is that why Teacher refuses to talk about it?

  “Something bad is going to happen soon, boy, and I will need the help of the Raizel clan if I am to prevent this disaster.”

  Balis continued, rousing Calron from his thoughts.

  “I thought it was the Guardians’ duty to protect the people? Why don’t you ask them for their help?”

  Calron inquired, sensing a strange mood from the Elder.

  “I am afraid that their duty no longer binds them to protect the people.”