Brigante Ark - Chapter 167

Alastor is clad with his homemade dress and armor. He exercises his legs to feel the weight of the cuisses. So far, he can feel that he can move freely despite the weight of the cuisses, the lesser the weight on the legs, the faster he moves. As matter of fact, the set of armor heavily influences his mobility, but on the contrary, his upper body does semble with the pauldron and rerebrace, the two put too much pressure on him should and his arm. But considering he hasn’t worn any armors for a while, the fault might be on his lack of training. Even so, it would be unlikely for him to whine over a petty inconvenience. He found and had the armor for his keepings and he’s in debt for that.

Strapping his sword at his back, Alastor made his way outside. From his pocket, he drew out an old map of the town. From when he came from was the southern quarter of the town. There are other 3 roads each from different quarters he hasn’t gone to yet. Given that he’s unfamiliar with the place, it would be wise if he chose to refer to this town as the vantage point if should he ever get lost or struck by misfortune.

Crossing over a bakery shop, Alastor had noticed a black tinted eyeglass. He inspected and wiped the dirt off with it. He wore it for a test but he quickly removed it. He scratches his eyes, annoyed by it. That is to be expected, the climate nor the season of this place hadn’t changed at all, it appeared it will remain as gloomy as it is.

Alastor was about to throw the glass away when he heard a stutter from it. The tint suddenly changes into the green. He felt through his fingertips that the eyeglass absorbs a small amount of his mana.

He wore it on and was surprised to see that the eyeglass itself is a magical item. It can be changed into three different modes. First is the black tint that protects the eyes from the sun, the second was the night vision mode, it gave the user the ability to see through the darkness and lastly, the normal view, there’s nothing to say much about the last one as the word suggested what it can do retain the normal vision of the user base on the surrounding.

Alastor had finally gone out of town. He looked once more before leaving the view.

“I’m glad that I’m out of that shit town. I hope I would never have to go back again.”

On his way, Alastor was cornered by three monsters. The monster is a humanoid type. The face resembles a wolf, a body of a minotaur, the legs bent like a grasshopper, and has slender arms with unusually long claws.

It was a swift fight. They are maybe larger by him by 5 feet, but their heavy body wasn’t able to keep up with his quickness. The first monster lurched, sidestep and evaded, uses his transparent wall to block the second monster behind and he cut off the first monster’s arm and slit its throat before it could even have the chance to escape.

The third monster came, its claws swinging. Alastor had to leap back and constantly evade the attack. The transcendent transparent walls shattered, Alastor conjured another transparent wall and block the third monster. Alastor blocked the second monster with his sword on its wrist and pushed it his transparent wall, the tremendous force had it crashed on the tree. Alastor quickly undo the spell and vertically swung it, severing its head into two.

The second monster is still alive. Its arm is broken, and its back flaring in pain. Alastor drew his knife at his back and throw it on its shoulder, stammering the monster in its position.

Alastor threw himself forward. It was a gamble. His sword flashed in the air. As he landed, the body of the monster drops along with the decapitated head.

Alastor came into the town by evening. How did he know? The town apparently has a clocktower and it appeared that it is based on a roman catholic sign. He looked around and noted the design of houses somewhat different than what he had seen back in his world.

“This design of houses resembles ours but they’re different and that tower is based on a roman catholic number. It couldn’t be…”

Alastor walks in the middle of the road. His eyes observing carefully the ghost town. The neighborhood seemingly lined row-by-row.

“I heard about the otherworld before, how there are some travelers that cross the borders in order to get on our world, but I never expected that there would a be resemblance let alone an entire town transported here in the limbo. How is this possible?”

Several people knew of their existence, the otherworld. It was believed that this otherworlder had come before and made an interaction first with the hunters and to some people. They traded knowledge and in return, they were thought about their magic. But something happened between the otherworlders and the residents of Alastor’s world, the reason and the cause, he didn’t know.

Ages have passed, but the knowledge has been conceded on some sectors of Alastor’s world. It was privileged to walk on their road, explore their houses and their mansions. He felt that he became part of something unknown civilization.

As time passed by, Alastor had noticed the differences in their designs. Some houses outclassed the others, others are simple and incomparable to the others. The previous neighborhoods he encountered differ from each other, not just in terms of designs but geographically.

“There’s something wrong with this place. I can feel it.”

Alastor may not a superstitious person but he felt that there’s something is disturbing out there. His eyeglass suddenly shifted to night vision mode and saw several clouds of heat up in the sky. There’s no pattern so he couldn’t identify the source of it.

“Black magic. I don’t know how is this possible but the materials used in their houses are somewhat different not in class but the time they were made is questionable. The others have a line of electricity but about the others, there are not.”

Alastor had shifted the eyeglasses back to normal by touching the temples of the eyeglass.

He grunted. “I don’t like where’s this going.”

Alastor remained true to his mission despite the eeriness that he had seen. He stood tall and moved forward, his breathing turned into steam as the temperature appeared to decrease as minutes passed by.

Alastor had found himself a temporary place to stay. The house wasn’t that big. It has four rooms, one below, he assumed that it was for the guess, and there are other three upstairs.

First of all, Alastor made sure that the electricity is on, for some reason, when he turned on the switch, the lights flickered. He wasn’t sure how does their electricity still works, but apparently, it still works. What he did next, he made sure that the doors are locked, security must be the utmost. He doesn’t know what kind of treacherous monster is out there, but if he wants to have a good night, he must make sure that he doesn’t have a target behind him.

After making sure that everything is under his control, Alastor made himself at home. He found on what appeared to be a refrigerator, there are stockpiles of food that he is unaware of. The only thing that looks delicious is a lump of meat.

For quite some time, Alastor had learned how to use their electrical kitchen induction. He cut off the meat into pieces, found himself a pan and oil.

After his delightful meal, Alastor explored the house and found a bathroom. He swipe the curtain and behind he saw a familiar shape he hasn’t been on for a while, a bathtub. Alastor excitingly undressed threw his clothes and weapons on the washing machine, turn on the heater and dip in.

He sighed in satisfaction and laid his problems down to bed.