Reader: Dairdre
Chapter 13—Buying information

Arch waited while drinking with Anson. Then Riot again sent Arch up alone. Riot's face hesitates to Arch if it brings someone else. Arch denied Riot, he was still going upstairs with Anson, because anyway according to Arch, Anson had to know what to talk about so as not to ask.

"What's? Then I'll just go. I'm sure that guy's gonna be pissed." Arch stepped out to the exit.

"Wait, just go in." Ray allowed Arch to take Anson.

Riot scratching his head felt what was said just now was a little excessive. Riot apologized profusely for his words earlier.

"Next time don't say that I was told to go in alone, but he didn't forbid." Arch is led by Riot to go see Bourner.

On top of that was a dirty old bookcase. Riot shoved the old bookshelf featuring a medium-sized passageway to enter. After passing through the hallway a classically decorated room with a work desk in the middle of the room and someone who was writing.

"Sir, this is the boy who wants to see you." Riot showed him some courtesy.

"Go! Let us talk privately in this room."

Arch finds out the man is none other than his uncle Bourner. Bourner had Arch and Anson sitting in the front seat. Play the pen with a twist because the shape of the pen is exactly like the one in the Arch world. The pen held by Bourner is indeed made by Arch which is given as a farewell greeting after visiting his home first.

Arch sensed a powerful energy approaching his room, unconsciously launching an attack on Bourner. Seeing that, Bourner instantly dodged the attack. His enlarged pupils watched Arch's speed in attack.

Bourner introduces himself and has Arch promise not to tell anyone about him meeting Arch in confinement. Bourner spent some time listening to Arch's explanation of the magic Arch had learned. Bourner was thrilled to see his nephew have a talent for magic until he realized the day was starting to run.

Arch then gave a pen to Bourner whose hand was black due to the ink that splattered. pen made using magic so to fill the ink just change the magic stone or put 'where' into the pen. Bourner also gave Arch a black ball. Arch wonder what that thing is? what's for?.

Bourner advised Arch to keep the ball in the sun near a window. Bourner went to say goodbye to Arch. Bourner generally looks like a good uncle, caring for a nephew, but after Arch finds out the ball is a rare magic bomb from a collection of monster cores, Arch instantly opens a window throwing a magic bomb out. His heart was still racing with what had happened just now. Arch was fooled by a man who was none other than his own uncle.

After the incident, Arch was lazy to meet Bourner later after he got permission to leave the room. Knowing the fact he said so just now his uncle who gave the bomb to Arch is in plain sight.

"Hahaha, what's going on? Are you still angry at what happened? Come on, I'm just kidding. Your face is so hard to express that the only way is to make you experience something unexpected."

Anson almost got up from the chair hearing Bourner speak so. Arch didn't say anything about it to Anson.

"Young master could get hurt?" Anson scrunched up a face.

"Will the God family be afraid of knowing the fact that they would be hurt just because of cheap things?" Bourner looked at the flailing Arch.

"Also young master is still a child. A young child is terrified and traumatized after experiencing a frightening event."

"Is that so? Good, he can withstand the fear of maybe even nothing. If you're afraid then what right do you have to accept the name of God behind your name!"

"Have finished? I didn't come here to waste my time discussing that incident, uncle. I want to buy some information from you directly."

"Bought information from me?Information about what?"

Arch shows poison night. Bourner understood that after seeing it, Arch wanted to know who could make the poison and where the ingredients came from.

Arch took out ten money bags each containing a gold coin.

"Where did you get this much money again is this all gold?" Bourner suspects Arch is getting from the robbing.

"I have a business that's running well. Don't accuse me of stealing, your face clearly says where did you steal this from?"

"Ehem, I'm continuing the information."

Bourner began to tell the story clearly. Affilor lived in the area around the master tower which was blocked by the wall. He was granted special rights to create various magic without the need to follow any magic lessons, ethics, or magic basics and materials obtained from the black market auction that was to be held tomorrow.

"Shortly uncle! Who knows where the ingredients are?"

"Materials are sought after by young children sold by their parents. A man told them to look around the forest where there are lots of monsters."

"Slavery? In dad's area?"

"No, no. Then surely his head had already floated down to the ground. The black market is just outside the border in the Holaust region for auctions to be held in the basement."

"The information I have is clear. Anson let's go!"

"Are you really going to Holaust? Their culture is bad. Crime everywhere. Well, that territory is not part of us but a leaderless free territory."

"I have to finish quickly. Don't want to go there."

"Be careful boy. If your father finds out you're here and coming home wounded, this guild could be destroyed by him."

"I don't think you're the one who meddles in other people's business." Arch left the room.

"Basic, if the kid knows his dad's really worried about him how he's reacting, huh?" Bourner laughs.

Arch riding a horse. Anson asked what was wrong with that guy?.

"Just crazy." So said Arch.

The journey back. Arch felt that the problem was getting further and further away. Arch has crossed the border because the horse riding is wearing magic and so is Anson.

The Holaust region is beginning to appear. The front gate that was meant to signify the name of the territory was badly damaged. The surrounding area is also filled with rubbish. Around the street the homeless filled the side of the road. Arch had an uneasy feeling then decided to eliminate the horse using an invisible artifact.

"It's so bad here!" Anson closed his nose knowing how smelly the air was around.

"Don't wonder. They were independent territories without leaders from nobles or extended families. Only led by a person called the leader. This region has nothing to be used as cooperation for other regions. We only rely on the rich who still live here. I just want to go home when I get there."