CHAPTER 32: THE CEREMONY TO GOD HOOD 2

In a lush green mountain where wind talks with grass and leaves, stood a lone tree raising its hand to touch the clouds walking in the sky.

Beneath the shadow of the tree sat a beautiful young woman covering her face with a crimson scarf, gazing at the horizon with her crystal blue oceanic eyes. The rosy lips hiding behind the scarf trembled as the wind blew.

"It is a beautiful day."

"Yes, it is"

Came a deep male answering her line of words. She shifted her eyes from the horizon to the person standing below the tree. He was also looking at her gently with his snow-white eyes. But his handsome face had a grim look to it.

"Why do you always have that face?"

"Where did that come from?"

"I just hate your face"

"Sorry, was born with that"

Looking at the little bit of smile creeping on his lips but the person pressing tight not to smile, she commented,

"I like the days you chased after me."

Hearing that the young man let loose himself and chuckled,

"Yes, two months of endless stalking, rejection, and of course beating. No human can handle such miss treatment"

"Is that so, Mr.Playboy"

"I'm not a playboy"

"Didn't you snuck into Rebecca's bedroom causing the whole Royal Palace to shout chaos?"

"She framed me"

"Like hell, I will believe that"

The young man stepped forward and bent down on his knees, placing his face right before hers. She could feel his breath that is pretty much ragged. Making her blush.

"What are you doing at a time like this?"

With those words, she pulled herself away; but before that a hand brisk through her brown hair bringing her head closer.

"Let me fill you in on a secret"

"Wha, what"

Seeing her stuttering to speak, he said in her ears,

"I'm still a virgin"

Hearing that she yanked at him,

"Like hell, I would believe that shit"

Again looking at his smiling face, she said with a grieved tone,

"Only if things had been different"

On those words, the young man's face reclaimed the grim look he had before,

"No one can change the past, I will garb the future for this world."

Hooooooooonnnnnkkkkk

Came a war horn sound behind them obliterating the melodious wind to cry for the war.

Ching.ching.ching.

Clatter's the sound of metal kissing against the metal of the soldier's armor. The broad grassland has a straight line drawn marking that path of revered soldiers that is paved for their generations to come.

The young man uttered in a deep voice covering the ears of every being that stood with him,

"WORLD IS OURS"

Acknowledgment of his words made the whole world shake as hundreds of dragons flew out to the barren land emptied of any existence of life.

Gasping for breath Taylor sat down on the cave, his mouth felt parched as he gulped down two to three canteen of water he had in inventory.

Stuck with a sudden cough he gurgles down down the water panting for breath.

'Drinking water while short of breath is a bad idea.'

Even knowing that didn't help him as he still drank the water, to moisture all his inner organs that are dried up.

At the end of his fourth canteen, Taylor sat down straight and munch on the bread, handmade by Rosewood village's famous chef.

Finishing up his third bread Taylor walked out of the cave as all of his canteens are emptied. With his memory of Edward and him hunting the wolves that came for the water, he reached the nearest water body, the small natural pond.

Filling up his canteens after having his whole mechanism come into the orderly function, Taylor realized the state he was in.

Looking at the reflection of green, black, and blue substance covering his body on the river, Taylor jumped into the pond to wash up, polluting the clean pond.

After taking up several dips and rinsing himself, he saw all the unclean substance floating on the pond surface.

'It is true, the human is the worst animal that destroys nature.'

Getting out of the pond Taylor got dressed up in his black beginner's armor and warblade. As he was gonna check his stats page, he sensed a rustle in the woods.

"Young master Steven, don't you worry that treasure will be ours"

"It has to be, I can't lose it to anyone"

"I will make sure to..." Voice of an elderly man halted in halfway who was talking to a young man alias his young master,

"Who is there show yourself?"

As for Taylor who overheard their conversation stood beside the lake look at the group of five, with the owner of the voice elderly and young man accompanied by three guards of some family.

'They are buckled up with some good equipment

He asked the elderly person in a mage white robe,

"Were you talking to me?"

The young master Steven butted in before the elderly could talk,

"Of course he is talking to you, the one snooping around secretively. State your business."

Hearing that tone of authoritative Taylor retorted,

"I'm not snooping around, I was all along here, you were the ones that are snooping"

Not knowing the significance of his words Taylor stood as the team of five surrounded him centering in a hexagonal barrage, blocking his escape route, with weapons to hands in a battle-ready mode.

Realizing that only the bald old man with hairs around his ears is a threat of level 12, Taylor asked,

"Why are you guys doing acrobatics around me?"

His words made the arrogant looking with a handsome face, smirk evilly,

"Since you said you were here for a longer time, you should know about the treasure."

"Treasure, I don't know about any treasure"

"Hehe... Try a better lie, prick. The birth of treasure lightened up the forest last night. Every soul around the village knows about it. And the only person or beast in this vicinity is you. Answer me where is the treasure."

Upon those words, Taylor realized something that he didn't know about has happened during his time in seclusion. But even if he knew about the treasures he wouldn't say to this arrogant guy. So Taylor casually drew out his warblade, he knows full well a treasure being born in the ownerless wilderness, no one would leave that much of a golden opportunity. And avoiding this battle is virtually impossible, any answer he gives will only result in a fight.

Seeing Taylor's response, one of the guards with a golden hammer in hand attacked him as mana surged through the hammer creating a golden halo of two-meter slamming towards Taylor's head.

Bang...

As the sound hammer hitting the ground caught up to their ears, the team of four heard a bloodcurdling scream. Looking back they saw their team's opener lying down with his armor cut in half and a deep wound exhibiting his bones in the chest region.

Hearing the wailing of their comrade the guards took a step back.

When Taylor turned to the four, the old man took a step forward and apologized with a smile on his face while giving out a pill bottle,

"Sorry young man for our brazen behavior"

Taylor accepted the pill bottle and asked,

"So what was that treasure about"

"Last night as we were hunting in the wilderness, we saw a light in the sky letting out a sacred aura, representing the birth of a natural treasure centering this area. So we came to try our luck."

Completing those words, he pulled his young master, Steven who was again about to shout some words and left while throwing a mid-level healing pill to the guards,

"Feed that and carry him"

Taylor didn't stop them from leaving, but when he saw the injured guard carried away there was an astonishment inside him.

'I controlled my strength as much as I can, yet he was in this state.'