Level Up Legacy Chapter 492: Ignorance is Bliss

Chapter 492: Ignorance is Bliss

Amon walked behind the knight of Courage, from the harbor to the inner city. He noticed that the city stretched far and wide, mixing modern houses with ancient buildings. However, what amazed him was how bustling life was.

"The Seika allowed every citizen to have their own house and shop, making sure they had the basic needs for survival and creativity. Of course, this cost us a large amount of money, but the results... are beyond amazing," there was awe in her voice as she explained.

"A system like this one will be exploited," frowned Amon. "A pair of brothers can live in the same house but would choose to each get their housing. Not to mention, they can sell them to others."

"Private real estate trade is forbidden in Runera," Courage shook her head. "This greatly weakens the city's wealthy merchants, but it retains order. This land is one we built, and we are the sole owners of it."

"Then, the Seika plans on taking rent?"

"Not at all," the knight shook her head as she led him to a small shop in the inner city. Amon frowned because this looked like a cafe, and he wondered why she was wasting his time.

"I want to meet the Seika as soon as possible, Courage. This is a grave matter that needs to be handled now."

"You are so in a rush," sighed the knight. "I understand as much, and that is why I brought you here."

"What are you..." Amon was confused before someone rushed past him, going into the cafe. His eyes recognized this man as none other than Manager Ma, who worked for the Seika directly.

"I finally found you!" the manager shouted as he entered. "Sir, please sign these papers! You can't keep running away!"

"You should know my signature by now," answered a lazy voice from inside the cafe. "Diana, may I have one more coffee?"

"Yessir!"

Amon was confused about what was going on, and he turned toward the knight. She nodded toward the cafe with a smile before she left. After a few minutes of standing, Amon pushed the door and entered.

A fresh smell of pastries entered his nose, and his mouth watered. The scent of hand-brewed coffee was mixed with it, which energized whoever came into the cafe.

The place was far from being empty, but it was relatively quiet. Amon looked around with confusion before he spotted Manager Ma kneeling in front of a man.

"I daren't forge your signature, sir! But, please, just a few paperwork would allow me to work on several projects!"

"Man, you are annoying," the man sighed as he placed down his cup. Amon noticed that the man had only one arm, which might be what he was seeking. "I don't need to pat your back for you to do everything, right?"

"We need your signature to withdraw from the funds! Master Gruen refuses to hand us gold otherwise!"

"Uhm," coughed Amon as he inched closer. The two men turned toward him, and Ma seemed to recognize him.

"Hand of The King! I did not expect to see you here?" Manger Ma stood up with embarra.s.sment over what happened. "How was your journey?"

"I found it quite pleasing," Amon absent-mindedly replied as he met the eyes of the Seika, golden and uninterested. Then, without greeting him, the man turned back toward the papers in front of him. "It seems I came at the wrong time."

"That is untrue, sir Amon," Manager Ma adjusted his gla.s.ses. "The Seika is free at the moment. I am sure that you can talk to him."

"Who said I am free?" the Seika growled.

"Then, I will you two for now. Seika, please sign these papers," Manager Ma placed down a stack of paperwork before fleeing the scene. The Seika sighed and resumed his reading.

"You can sit down," said the Seika without looking at him. Amon nodded and pulled a chair to sit down. "I have to trouble you with some breakfast, owner!"

"That is only natural, sir!" smiled a middle-aged woman from behind the counter. Amon stared at her silently as she started cooking him a meal.

"I'm not hungry," said Amon with a frown. The Seika closed his eyes and placed down the papers, lifting his head to look at him.

"Then you should get out," said the Seika without hesitation. Amon was surprised that this young man had no respect toward him, who was the Hand of The King. After that, however, his request took priority.

"I will eat," sighed Amon. His eyes landed on the stacks of paper in front of the Seika. "Are you studying, Seika?" the pieces had diagrams, fine paragraphs, and calculations. In addition, other papers had ill.u.s.trations of human anatomy.

"A small interest of mine," said the Seika as he picked up a different book to read, flipping through its pages. "Tell me, Amon. What brings you here?"

"We are not close enough, nor are you my senior," frowned Amon, but the Seika seemed unbothered.

"Are you here for artifacts? However, that does not seem logical. You could have sent me a message. But, then, it must be something personal."

"Such disrespect..." frowned Amon as he gritted his teeth. Finally, the breakfast came, and the lady placed the plates down in front of him. The Seika thanked her and paid the woman, who laughed and resumed her work.

"I know that you are a man of battle, Amon. I did my investigations on your past," smiled the Seika as he pushed the food forward. "I am treating you as an equal because age and status mean nothing for me. If you want respect, then you get nothing but it."

Amon stared at the breakfast and realized the Seika told him to abandon his arrogance if he wanted his help. There was no other choice for him but to sigh and agree.

"I came here with a question," said Amon as he started eating the eggs and ham. "I want to know what happened at the capital against the fallen knight."

"I killed it, that is all."

"There is more to it," paused Amon. "You were the one responsible for reviving Saint Ai, right?"

"Saint Ai," smiled the Seika as he placed down his book. "I find it amusing how social status changes after even a minor change. Ai was the same before, but she was reborn. Yet, now, she leads the temple."

"Rather than leading, I fear they are imprisoning her," Amon shook his head. "You are avoiding my questions," he said, but the Seika was glaring at him.

"Schelera Temple is that bold?" grinned the man as a bloodl.u.s.t aura appeared around him. "Their G.o.d sends them someone, and they dare imprison them?"

"I will tell you what I know if you answer me, Seika," Amon could feel this man has changed somehow. This city was flouris.h.i.+ng under his leaders.h.i.+p, but he needed to obtain what he needed. "I want to know if you can revive the dead."

"You want to revive your sister, Amon?" the man in front of him had a numb face as he attacked Amon's weak point. The Hand of The King could not feel any hostility nor malice from him.

"I... do not," gulped Amon, and the Seika looked surprised by his answer. "I believe that there are things that we cannot do, no matter how much we want them. Reviving a dead person is no less than angering the G.o.ds."

"You all are too afraid to live," the Seika smiled. "However, I admire you, Amon. So many lose sight of what is important. It takes a brave man to accept his misery and live with it."

"However, the king is different."

"I know," the Seika lowered his head. "I know that he is trying to revive her. But, I also know that this is the only reason he supports me."

"You already knew?" Amon was terrified. The man in front of him was far ahead of them in this game. "Then, are you saying that you can do it?"

"You are choosing the right thing, Amon," the Seika talked while reading. "Your sister might come back to life, but a life of misery and pain will curse her. However, the king will not stop because of that."

"We need to stop him if that is true," Amon stood up, confused as to why he believed blathers of a young man. However, this young man in front of him again defied all expectations.

"You cannot. This is meant to be," sighed Lord of Runera. "I am afraid that the future cannot be changed. We can only prepare for what is to come afterward."

"You are not making any sense, Seika," Amon slammed his hand on the table, and the planes flew in the air. However, they did not fall on the ground but landed back on the table as if someone commanded them.

"You live in ignorance," frowned the Seika. "There are things that need to happen for us to be here, having this conversation. I will help Solomon do what he wants because that is how this is supposed to go."