The Last Warlock - Chapter 95

Time passed, and another day came.

Mack woke up and took a bath, then ate some fruits.

He could easily ignore all those things, and pass days without sleep or eating, let alone taking a bath. But Mack enjoyed doing those small things.

He enjoyed the taste of the food, the freshness that came after a bath and, above all, he loved having dreams during his sleep.

Mack knew he could avoid those ‘routine’ tasks if needed, but if he could, he would keep his days as usual. After all, he was raised as a normal human from Earth, and habits are hard to die.

Mack routine had become a little different from before, because now he would train his sword style for hours a day.

Usually he liked to study runes by the morning and practice sword forms by afternoon, but since he came back to Earth, he had nothing to study.. Because of that, Mack focused completely on his sword style now.

After a few hours of practice, Mack stopped to drink some water and to eat another fruit.

Walking to the kitchen of the penthouse by the corner of the eye while passing a room, Mack saw the old man using a device that looked similar to a smartphone but also completely different, it was fully made of something akin to glass, but was smooth dark and no light was reflected from it.

Mack’s curiosity was picked and could not avoid asking.

“Hey old man, what is this thing in your hand? It’s a smartphone?”

The old man touched the device a few times, and it vanished in his hand.

[Yes, similar, don’t you know it’s rude to peek?]

Said Harlack, turning to where Mack was.

“I seriously doubt that I will be able to do that. You have too many tricks”

[What do you want?]

Asked Harlack, with an annoyed tone

“Nothing, I was just passing by and saw that thing in your hand and got curious, that’s all”

[Kid, don’t you have other things to care? If I don’t see any improvement by the end of the day I will give you a beating, I swear]

“Ok, Ok, leaving.”

Said Mack, already leaving the room, but by the corner of his eyes he could see the old man taking the device out again.

Mack went to the kitchen, and Harlack started to press some buttons on the device.

Harlack looked back and to the device again.

(Unknown: ‘Harlack, you said that he killed everyone in the airport, but I don’t see that as a problem’)

(Me: ‘Why do you think so?’)

(Unknown: ‘Didn’t you said he got rid of the purple spectrum? This is good news, ‘)

(Unknown: ‘The airport incident, I think, is normal because of the way he was raised, alone, with no one to relate but his father. Also, how many people did we kill when young? I lost the count before I turned 15 years.’)

(Me: ‘Alright, I will stop wondering about that’)

(Unknown: ‘Did you already choose the tower you will send him? I need to inform the Master of the tower about his arrival.’)

(Me: ‘Yes, but is not one of ours.’)

(Unknown: ‘What?!’)

(Unknown: ‘What?’)

(Unknown: ‘What?’)

Seeing the reaction of his old friend Harlack could not contain himself and started chuckling aloud.

By the exact same moment, Mack passed by, coming from the kitchen.

‘Is this old man dating someone thru the phone? Who would want that bald head?’

Thought Mack, but kept walking to not get in the bad terms of the old man.

Once Mack passed and went to the other room, Harlack slapped his own face in shame and frustration.

He hated to be able to hear Mack’s thoughts all the time.

Harlack shook the murderous thoughts he just had out of his mind and focused on the conversation again.

(Unknown: ‘What?’)

(Unknown: ‘What?’)

(Unknown: ‘What?’)

(Me: ‘I will send him to a mage tower, to the tower of the Fenryr Family’)

(Unknown: ‘Why?’)

(Me: ‘The Fenryr’s left the mage association ten years ago’)

(Unknown: ‘I know this, but why send him to a mage tower? What’s wrong with your head? They will spot him as a Warlock the first moment he uses his Essence Arts’)

Suddenly, the old man started laughing aloud again, but this time was a creeping laugh.

(Me: ‘He can’t use Essence Arts, he deviated from the path I designed the tower for.’)

(Unknown: ‘How? AND WHY DID YOU SAID THIS TO ME BEFORE?!’)

(Me: ‘Geez, stop yelling, i didn’t say because I thought he would eventually be back to the way it was supposed to be, but that freak kept evolving and finding ways to use essence, he even devised a way that he calls runespells’)

(Unknown: ‘Runespells? What is that?’)

(Me: ‘He carved runes on his own body, and using an overlapping matrix, with a timer, he activates them, using the essence inside his body as a power source’)

(Unknown: ‘What a genius! If that is the case, then he can pass as a mage. He just need to keep a low profile.’)

(Unknown: ‘You chose a mage tower because of the runes? Right, the Fenryr family has an old heritage about runes.’)

(Me: ‘Yes, the only part the concern me more is he keeping a low profile. That guy can’t keep his head down anymore. He would probably die before bending to someone, and you know how those old families are, full of good for nothing young masters.’)

(Unknown: ‘Humm. Indeed. We need to find someone to sponsor him, even if only in name. Let me take care of that. I will call you back once I have this arranged.’)

(Me: ‘I’m counting on you my friend, without someone to back him up there, he will not last a day.’)

Saying that, Harlack close tapped a few times again on the device, and it vanished again.

‘The easy part is done, now I need to contact Azeroth, I hope he also agrees with this, otherwise….. it would all be for a naught, dammed War Council, I bet those morons will find an excuse to not approve this plan’