Tales Of The Supremes 60 Lakan Family's Selection 3

"Are you sure?" Those questions where like a bomb that was ticking on Saba's chest, but he was already in the edge of a cliff and he couldn't afford to drag Salina with him.

"As I said, you can do anything you want." Saba believed that's there no way to turn the event upside down. In order to save his grandson, he was ordered to use his disciples as a medium to kill the strongest fighters of the capital. If Salina reported the matter, he will demand the black masked men to see his grandson before the higher-ups move and save his grandson by himself.

He knows that he wasn't matched to those black-clad men but he doesn't care about his life. He treasures his grandson's life more.

Saving him was his priority.

Salina curved a faint smile. She did not move an inch as he watched Saba crazily drive her away. A moment later, a figure showed up inside the room.

Saba jolted in surprise as this figure came barging in without a warning too.

"Young miss, I now know the location of Ada." Second reported.

Second was with Salina a moment ago. He followed the two masked men in order to locate their location.

'Ada?' Saba came into frenzy hearing those words. "Who the heck are you? Where's Ada?" He grabbed the collar of Second who's kneeling in front of Salina.

Salina grabbed his wrist and said, "Relax. I said it, I came here to offer help."

Saba froze. He couldn't help to say, "Salina, I am stronger than you but there's nothing I can do about those monstrous creatures. Their energy was far stronger than mine. I'm afraid that there's nothing we can do, but to heed their demand. If they knew that I'm rebelling against them, they will kill him." His voice was full of hysteria. He looks again to Second. This time, he regains his composure. "Say, where's Ada? I will take care of it."

Second didn't open his mouth.

Salina took the initiative. "Even if you don't agree, we will eventually strike them down."

Saba was being restless. The man in front of him knew where's Ada was. He can go there and try to save him by himself, but the man didn't have the thought of opening his mouth.

Saba inhaled deeply and thought of the pros of it. He scrutinized the man only to found out nothing.

'How is this possible?' Saba gulped.

There are only two possibilities, either the man has a higher level than him or he was skillfully hiding his level. But either the two, he couldn't help but be amazed at his skills.

He decided to take part.

'Maybe, this way I can save my grandson.' He held that little hope of his.

"What should I do?"

Salina couldn't decide yet. So she replied, "Wait after a week. I will tell you everything."

Saba felt frustrated. If it was a week later, the masked men will surely act before they can for he was given a week only. He immediately said, "Those masked men will come to visit me after a week. If they didn't find any result, they will surely kill my grandson." He was out of his wits anymore.

Salina fell into a dilemma. Tala will arrive a week later, she couldn't decide yet.

After a minute of thinking, a simple plan came into her mind.

Salina confronted Second and asked, "How many and strong they are?"

Second didn't hesitate to reply saying, "They are ten in total. Two of them are comparable to grandmaster and the rest are astral masters."

Salina nodded in understanding. But unknown to the two, Saba s.h.i.+vered in fear.

Astral masters? And two of them are Grandmasters?

How can a mere master like him be compared to them?

Before he could digest those words, another word made his skin crawl.

"How many percents we have the chance to win?" Salina asked.

"This..." Saba couldn't find a word. 'Are they going to strike first? But how?'

"100 percent young miss." Second confidently replied. With the ten men under Salina, Second was confident of their strength.

"Good." Salina smiled at his confident.

Saba heard a word that he couldn't fathom. 'Young miss?' These words echoed to Saba's ears as he indifferently glanced at Salina. Saba knew that young miss was an address often use for those young ladies on a family who have power on certain land.

As far as he knew, Salina was a teacher and according to her biography, she came from one of the tribes of Alakdan Family that almost ceased to exist.

"Gather the other tomorrow afternoon and let them know this plan." Salina discussed her plan to Second, purposely letting Saba heard it.

As Saba listen more, his eyes widen.

Seeing the desired result she wanted, Salina curved a faint smile.

...

The morning breeze caressed the face of Yan. He stretched out his body and do his morning light exercise routine.

For he was living at the Beast Hall, he did his exercises inside of his room.

Not expecting someone, he blurted out when a sudden knock reverberated at his room.

'Who could it be?' Yan pondered. He slowly opened his door.

A figure of a brown-clad young man with his slender bag greeted his sight. His crest was a combination of an open book surrounded by tucked leaves.

Uno immediately recognized the young man. A student from the Education Hall.

The young man clasped his fist and said, "Good morning."

"Good morning," said Yan.

The young man put his hand to the bag and skimmed the letter seemingly finding a specific one. Achieving his goal, he said, "Yan Galing, 25th room. Am I right?"

"Yes, that's me."

"Good. Here's a letter." The young man shoves the letter. "Have a good day senior Yan."

As Yan gazed towards the letter, the young man hurriedly leaves his place.

The young man knew him, but he eventually read his name and address just for his liking.

Yan was stunned. He wanted to ask the young man about the letter, but when he raised his head, the figure of the young man vanished.

He checked the corridor along with his room, but that man really has vanished. Only his juniors

walking to and fro was what he saw.

Yan sat on his chair and prepared his breakfast.

He opened the letter with a spoon in his mouth.

Reading the letter, he blurted out and chocked himself.

'Congratulations, you pa.s.sed the first round. After receiving this letter, go to the North gate.'

"How did I pa.s.s?" Yan couldn't believe it. He flipped the letter and found out his name really written on it.

He knew that his beast was just a low-level one.

"I pa.s.s?"

"I pa.s.s!"

There's only one way to make sure I pa.s.s.

As he remembered the instruction, he hurriedly tidied himself and go there.

...

Laz with his other compet.i.tors stood outside the North City's gate.

After three minutes, a middle-aged man wearing his brown robe with a crest of a sword entangled with a s.h.i.+eld, a symbol of someone from Fighter Hall, stood in front of him.

The man roll calls the names of the partic.i.p.ants.

When Yan heard his name, his eyes shone brightly. He suddenly has the urge to jump and shout 'I really pa.s.s', but he was able to suppress it.

The man announced, "This second round mandated all of you to form a group of eight. Each group should have different members

from different Halls."

The partic.i.p.ants felt mixed feelings of joy, dejected and in between. Because some of them have friends with the same Hall just like Dilaw and Gab, from the artisan Hall, who also pa.s.sed.

Not bothering to the feelings of the partic.i.p.ants, the middle-aged man continued, "I will send each group to the different region of the Grey Forest. We hid twenty flags all over the forest.

"The rule is simple, gather as many flags as your group can within this day. The more your group can have, the more possibility your group being rank higher than the rest.

"Only the top three will pa.s.s. Remember, you can do all sort of thing. We didn't limit it, but it should not result in taking the life of your co-partic.i.p.ants. There are watchers watching over your action."

Can do all sort of things?

Some partic.i.p.ants rejoiced, some felt downcasted.

It just means that they can rob someone group's flag, and on the other hand, they can also be rob.

Finis.h.i.+ng his words, the middle-aged man let the partic.i.p.ants group themselves.