The Last Elementis's

THE TLE 21

When Sean enters, he discovers Gerald has been wearing his robe. This time his appearance was more tidy so Sean caught it as something unusual.

"Eittts, where are you going?"

Gerald did not reply, only busy with his affairs.

"Autumn festival?" Sean had to guess.

"You don't have to ask if you know."

Sean wrapped his arm around the other party's back. "Answering one question won't numb your tongue."

When Sean's hand accidentally touches Gerald's neck, he faces the man for remembering something.

"You don't have a fever anymore? Good."

The friend had no mocking intent, but Gerald quickly avoided his gaze. He coldly said, "Rather than having animals talk, go and enjoy a party so you know there are other creatures in the world."

Sean immediately nodded. "A good idea. I might be able to find one angel among the women. Hey.. wait for me!"

When the first Gerald walked successfully followed, Sean saw a sword draped in Gerlad's waist.

"You got a special assignment?"

The giver of the decree in question is, of course, Tirian. Asking about this man, Sean widened his eyes slightly as he recalled the words he had heard earlier.

"Ah Gerlad, I heard your brother mention Alaric by name. What happened to the mystery man? Have you met him?"

Gerald did not reply, but his steps momentarily came to a halt. He was silent for a moment before continuing his steps.

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The autumn festival was an annual celebration held by the Agrios Clan and gained special support by the Tirians.

This party adheres to the concept based on animal instincts in survival. Some animals will gather food for supplies during the fall. So instead of a dance party, the autumn festival looks more like a hunting ground of necessity. Almost half of Padang Savier is filled by sales booths from various directions.

"It's amazing, it's so crowded."

The newly arrived Camelia observed the small roofs that filled the outskirts of the road. It was a sales booth whose entire wall was made of wood and had a unique shape with an identity board hanging on it. Each stall contains different items than the other booths.

The size of the place of sale that only two people can fill seems solid with various types of goods and food. The screams of the guards who tried to attract buyers made the atmosphere of the crowd become more lively. Camelia who was looking was a bit horrified.

"That cowardly Tirian only asked two garrisons to keep this large and crowded area?" Camelia did not think. "Already, even though it has been dissolved we must guard as knights."

In addition to the lanterns neatly arranged on the ceiling, the torch still fills the empty part at some point. The lighting center has attracted attention. Camelia's hand that had been rubbing from earlier was so interested in coming closer to kill the cold. Winter is a curse to him.

"Damn!" Camelia swears could not bear. "Fuck up by keeping it safe. I better find a candidate." Camelia was rather guilty of mentioning the last two words. However, let. If he managed to become a full-fledged witch, he would not be a coward and shirk just because of this low temperature!

"Since when have I become weak!"

Agrios Clan. Where is the big cat?!

...•••••...

Meanwhile, Sean is less socialized with a crowd of 'typical' creatures, his amazement at seeing a wizard playing a magic trick sets him apart with Gerald. Now he is busy doing a party tour by surrounding all areas. It finally came to a place full of sales booths. Smile widened.

"That's so many people." Sean said in

sidelines laughter. "Haha they're like a bunch of ants. "

He finally started to look around, moving from one booth to another. The pleasure on his face faded when he found a place where there were many small animals in it. He should be happy, at first it was. However, when he realized the butterfly in the box was no longer moving, Sean felt his knees tighten.

"Master, I have a lot of preserved insects. You can lengthen them in your house without fear of them leaving. Look and choose what you like."

Offered at close range even Sean could see the details, he was instantly speechless. Sean retreated and quickly stepped away.

"That's too crazy."

Sean was made aware of another commotion from the pedestrians arguing not far from him. They seem to be fighting over something. Sean had an interest in seeing, but his eyes had accidentally turned to find something more interesting at the other end.

As soon as he stopped and focused his gaze forward, he saw a woman with ash brown hair draped gracefully stepping quietly among the crowd while carrying something on her arm.

Suddenly the surrounding commotion was silent. As if there was only him and a figure of a woman stepping towards him, everyone around was only considered a statue or a dead tree.

The excitement that Sean felt earlier instantly vanished was replaced by a smile that had just bloomed.

Gerald's words were ringing in the head.

"real right. I really met an angel."

Unfortunately the woman's steps did not reach him. The figure turned instead towards the tent that seemed to be selling pottery. Sean did not lose his nerve, but he would wait a while to observe.

"She was prettier than the fox of that time."

...•••••...

Camelia circled the entire festival area, but found no one she was looking for. Only after she was tired of splitting the crowd did Camelia find the thought of finding the man in a place where there were likely many inhabitants of the Agrios Clan.

In the western area of the festival, people with somewhat different appearances gathered there. This might be the right place so Camelia stopped to ask.

It had been a few seconds that Camelia stood waiting for the woman in front of her to open her eyes, but there was still no movement. In the next second Camelia began to regret.

Is this guy sane?

Camelia threw a glance between wonder and pity before she was about to step away. However, exactly one step he moved, the hoarse voice of someone made him stop.

"What are you looking for?"

Seeing that the woman had opened her eyes, Camelia was sure that this was where the voice came from. However, it took him a while to think before he finally hesitantly asked, "I'm looking for a man from the Agrios— Clan"

"Get your hand."

A frown on Camelia's forehead formed, but she still nodded her hand. The warm feeling touched the surface of the skin as the palm of the hand clasped his arm.

Camelia almost rolled her eyeballs.

Real nice. I accuse this man of being insane but now I give you my hand.

"Cold .. the past .. chaos. Your life's path is a mess."

The woman suddenly spoke. Camelia immediately pulled out her hand as soon as she heard that strange remark.

"What do you mean?"

The figure in front of him opened his eyes. "Among the three there are things that you must avoid, you live and you are forced to face."

Camelia's chest was full of doubt.

This woman's a fortune teller?

He looked suspiciously. "Say it clearly."

"Your life is a mess. How unfortunate. You even lost something valuable. Find out what's yours and your life will be easier."

Goddamnit! Camelia.

"You're content to say it to me, at least give it clear information!"

Camelia's emotions began to ignite. He stared dislike. "Here you go, I'm more stupid for standing here."

Camelia's limbs had already walked a few steps when the woman's voice came back.

"Street straight behind me, you'll find a big tent right there."

Camelia could still hear it. He was not supposed to believe it, but he still turned the direction following the woman's directions. Who would have thought, about three meters behind the previous area, Camelia found there was a tent with a size large enough to stand in front. Looking at the design that was as big as Aletta's house, Camelia thought the owner was no ordinary person. Not to mention a few burly men standing guard around.

At this moment Camelia's doubts about the strange woman's words had become wavering. What if the words aren't just a joke?

Brushing aside all that, Camelia brought confusion to her head and decided to approach in one of the tents. However, he did not realize someone from the opposite direction had just come out and stepped away from there.

...••••••...

As soon as he realized his presence, the burly men on guard began to approach to hold back. Camelia did not want to be touched so she took a step back.

"Who are you?"

Camelia waved her hand. "I'm not looking for trouble. I just want to check if there's a cat in there."

Camelia realized the ambiguity in her speech. However, he has not yet explained, two men will push him.

"Go from here!"

"Hey!" Camelia snapped and prepared to draw her sword. "If you touch me, I won't hesitate to slash your necks!"

Women are only shoulder-high but dare to threaten? Of course they would regard Camelia's remark as a joke. The two grinned not to be intimidated at all.

"You'd better leave before we act rude."

Camelia folded her hands. "I'm not afraid."

You will get karma for trying to block the soul mate line of others!

"Let me pass by, " urged Camelia again.

"Hard-headed!" The two men stepped forward. Camelia finally drew her sword. However, the showdown immediately came to a halt when the heavy noise from inside the tent had already interrupted.

"Let him in."

The voice looked familiar, but Camelia could not remember where she heard it. Only when it managed to enter and look at that figure up close. Camelia exhaled a breath of regret.

"I'm really fucking shit. I met a strange woman and now I have to see this perverted man again?!"

The man in front of him chuckled. "Did I forget to introduce my name? I got the third nickname that .. mn is worse."

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