(A/N): Oh crap! This fever blows! One good thing bout bein sick though is… im havin plenty o time to write my fic…
Btw, Klyxe is pronounced as klayks.
Act VIII: The New Master
It was another sunny day; Valcan was loutishly chomping on his apple.
'Payon does produce da' best fruits!'
An arm suddenly grabbed Valcan's shoulder.
'What da'!"
He turned around to see who it is.
"It's ya' again! Wat'ya wan't wit' me?"
It was the same sakkatted man who knocked out five thieves a few days ago.
"I need your help..."
"Wha-hat? A strong fighter like ya' needs help from an' ol' man?"
"Enough with the blabbering. I can pay you a good deal of money."
The talk of money seemed to ring in Valcan's ear.
"Am at yer' service, mast'r." Along with an accordingly bow.
"You've been a street bum all your life, haven't you? You know all sorts of people here in Prontera, right?
"Indeed ah' certainly do! By da' way, how much money are we talkin' 'bout?'
The man looked at his greenish face with disgust.
"Here. This is just to start with. Many more will come if you follow accordingly."
Valcan's eyes widened, he almost cried with joy! A gold coin was now in his small, raggedy hands.
"A'yy Mast'r! I'll be yer humble slave for as long as ya' want!"
"First off, I need a place to sleep."
It was in a small alley. Valcan was leading his new master to his house.
"We're ere', mast'r!"
When the man entered Valcan's house, he saw that it was more like an old, chaotic room than a house.
"Not exactly the tidy one now eh, old man?"
It was an old, small, forsaken-liked room. All it contained was a bed, a chair and small round table. But the thousand zennies seemed to have made Valcan invulnerable to his master's sarcasm. He just laughed and replied with amusement.
"Yer' slave is an ol' man, mast'r. Not 'xactly da' kind dat' can hire a maid."
For the first time, the man was beginning to see Valcan a bit amusing.
"By da' way, if it ain't too much ta' ask my new master's name."
"Kraveck…" with a low cold tone.
"It's settled den', mast'r Kraveck! Ya' can stay ere' fer as long as ya' want an' I'll do yer' errands fer ya'! an' ya' can sleep on da' bed an' ill sleep on da' floor."
Kraveck seeing the dirty bed sheets and pillows.
"Ill just sleep on the chair."
It was dawn, the day after. Kraveck was still fast asleep when an aroma of roasted meat woke him.
"I brought breakfast, mast'r! used part o' da' gold ya' gave me ta' buy da' best roast'd meat Pontera has ta' off'r!"
The old man seemed to be acting like a replenished young boy at this moment. Kraveck was a bit astonished at first, but he began studying the cheery old man. He was starting to like the old rag.
He took off his sakkat (which he still wore when he was asleep on the chair all night)andragged brown manteau, thenbegan to eat.
"Well done, Valcan."
The old man's childish, puppy eyed look turned into a massive smile when he actually heard his master speaking his name. It was the first in years that anyone had ever showed him kindness. He bagan studying his new master, this time there was no sakkat to cover half his head. He had a short fuzzy crimson-brown hair, but seemed to keep it tidy along with his 'few days old facials hairs'.Valcan was surprise to see his master's face and skin was a mixture of Pronteran and Al de Barran features. His skin wasbrownish though, Valcan knew this was from travelling. Nevertheless, Valcan was a great judge of character. Too long in the capital of Rune Midgard made him an expert, he could tell where a manis fromjust by a glance. And his master was tall too, he estimated a few inches above six feet.
"O' jes' keep eatin', mast'r Kraveck! Are der' anymore errands I can do fer ya'?"
"No Valcan. This is enough for now. By the way, what can you tell me about this coming tournament?"
"Is da' mast'r interest'd in joinin' da' tourn'y?"
"Yes. One of the reasons I'm here…"
"Well it is held ev'ry year ere' in Prontera an' the one who start'd it was da' guild mast'r o' Ultima. five years ago…"
Kraveck just listened intently.
"As a price fer winnin' the tourn'y, you git ta' have da' castle Lasrigs fer' a whole year an' don't git me wrong! Havin' a castle fer a whole year will make ya' sup'r rich!"
Valcan continued.
"But eva' since da' tourn'y start'd, it was Relkan's right hand man, Sir Crove, dat' won ev'ry single time. Till now, he's da' current champion."
"What about the option on challenging Relkan?"
"O' da' mast'r ain't seriously thinkin' o challengin' da' great Relkan himself, is he?"
"Then it is true."
"Yes, but twas long forgott'n already! Ya' can choose weder' ya' want Lasrigs or ta' challenge Relkan fer da' position of Ultima's guild master. Relkan thought o dat' to attract da' oth'r guild mast'rs. But don't mast'r! Neith'r Cramar, Vional, Zerran nor their best fight'rs even got pass Sir Crove! An' ev'n if ya' defeat Sir Crove, it is rumored dat' Relkan has double da' power o Sir Crove. A lot has died in Relkan's hands mast'r, please tell me ya' won't."
Kraveck gave a quick laugh; surprising Valcan in the process. He never thought his new master was capable of showing emotions.
"You worry too much, Valcan."
