Poison Eve
Chapters-2

"What's up, Xen?" Nazareth Vox asked his sais as he leaned forward and revealed the curtains of the carriage.

He had not even reached the city's border gate when suddenly the horse carriage shook and stopped. The carriage-pulling horse snorted and neighed uneasily.

"It looks like there was an accident, I don't know!" answer me that's not sure.

They turned their heads towards the road and saw the city border gate that was at fifty meters in front of it was jammed by the rows of horse carriages that were forced to stop.

The vehicle flow there stopped altogether. They're trying to figure out what's going on.

The horse-drawn carriages in front of them just swerved around the stopped vehicle.

From the commotion now began to become clear an overloaded carriage with red wheels and piles of goods and passengers who were suffocating were stuck on it.

The shocked passengers poked their heads out of the window while holding their breath with paled faces.

Both of Nazareth's eyes narrowed when he found a middle-aged man lying dead or dying, which was clear the middle-aged man was not moving near one of the horses of the carriage.

A number of men bowed around him.

"Take him to the treatment hall!" scream someone.

The man's armor coat was soaked with sweat mixed with blood, while his shoulder was torn apart like it had been eaten by a savage beast.

Nazareth looked at the wound with a gloomy look. Face stiffened. He rises suddenly. "I'll go and check it out. Maybe they need help."

His sais went up and down from the driver's box.

Traffic slowed down again as the audience grew curious to see what was happening.

Pedestrians gathered around the intersection to look into the crowd.

A number of women were astonished to see the appearance of Nazareth in their midst, as if witnessing an angel descending from heaven.

No wonder, given the extraordinary look of Nazareth beautiful plus the elegant style of dress typical aristocrat.

Silently, they paved the way to let the porcelain-white-looking man pass by.

The eyelids of the middle-aged man lying in the middle of the crowd trembled.

He's still alive! thought Nazareth.

He leaned over the sprawled middle-aged man's head and examined the gaping wound on his shoulder. "Bone of the chakra," he murmured in surprise.

The middle-aged man was flabbergasted with trembling and wide eyes, as if he could feel that in the end there was someone who could understand what he was going through.

The chakra bone was a spiritual attribute obtained from a fairy monster-type spiritual beast that had been successfully conquered and absorbed its energy to increase the power of the protective fairy.

Some monster fairies that were hundreds of thousands of years old had a protective chakra like armor that fused in the flesh and became part of the human body that conquered it. And it was the rarest heirloom item of dreams of all spiritual martial masters.

To be able to snatch the chakra bone from someone, must cut the part of the body that has the chakra bone.

But it is certainly not easy to remember the average chakra bone owner is a spiritual martial master who has reached the ancestral level, unless the attacker is a master with a higher level.

Whoever he was that had robbed this middle-aged man's chakra bone was not a simple person.

"Help me up in the car!" nazareth's orders at his disposal.

Two men helped carry the middle-aged man and put him in the Nazareth carriage, then laid him on the floor of the carriage.

Nazareth crouched down near the middle-aged man and held onto his arm to withstand the shocks during the trip.

The middle-aged man clasped his wrist and took out something from behind his armor robe, then placed it into the palm of Nazareth's hand.

"You're an officer of the immortal army?" Nazareth asked as he looked at the badge on his palm in surprise. "It's no wonder you have a chakra bone" he said.

"Give this to my family," the middle-aged man asked in a choked voice. "My daughter signed up for the Annual Talent Search to raise her patron fairy in the cultural hall…"

"Hold down, sir!" Nazareth clasped the middle-aged man's hand to provide support. "Tell me, what's your name!"

"I'm Katz.." suddenly the middle-aged man's voice seemed to evaporate.

"Captain!" Nazareth stuttered and froze. Then sighed heavily while squeezing helplessly. He rubbed the middle-aged man's eyelids with his finger, then turned his head to his sais. "Ah—Xen! We're not going to the medical hall" he said. "Just look for the regional army headquarters!"

The sais turned his head with his eyebrows intertwined, then peered inside over his master's shoulder, then blinked with a grim look and turned his attention back to the front.

Shortly after, their horse carriage finally stopped at the gate of the regional army headquarters.

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The nine Talent Seeking Officials of the nine most prestigious alliances in the Fairy Country had already begun to look bored after hundreds of teenagers stepped into the middle of the arena and turned around with both arms hanging limply by his side.

On average they had quite powerful protective fairies but none of them had the gift of light.

Some of them had very low level spiritual talents with useless protective fairies like plants or gardening tools.

There were also those who had sufficient spiritual talent, but again their protective elf was useless.

"It's been four cities, but the results are like this," one of the scouts began to grumble. "Is this year hopeless?"

The others did not answer. Just silent with a flat face. Their two hands crossed in front of their bodies, watching the arena on the ground floor from the edge of the balcony on the second floor with the toned face of the nobility.

In each of their hearts, they were already looking forward to immediately completing the annual agenda of the city of Fortress who—if they could—they would rather forget about it.

But of course you can't.

There were still a hundred more participants lining up behind the arena.

One of them is Evelyn.

Now it was Nadine's turn to go forward, and Evelyn was getting ready behind her. Feeling a little nervous.

He turned to the spectator bench where his mother sat upright elegantly and arrogantly typical of aristocrats.

Evelyn let out a disappointed sigh realizing her father had never arrived. Then aghast as a standing ovation echoed throughout the hall. He turned to his cousin's sister and was astonished to find the protective fairy that his cousin owned a tower.

The protective fairy of the tower is one of the royal protective fairies that are only owned by the nobility and the noble circles.

"You are a true aristocrat, Young Miss!" praise the talent digger of the crystal ball owner while walking closer to Nadine.

Nadine's face flushed with pleasure.