Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 123

123 Chapter 29.6 - Banquet

<nulli>-WROOM!

Countless sounds of whirling were echoing inside the room. There were screens illuminating the darkness, and before them stood the bulky man.

"They finished." He said as he looked at one particular screen.

<nulli>-TAK!

At that second, from one of the portals, two figures emerged, one holding the other on her shoulder.

"Job is done." One of the figures spoke.

<nulli>-THUD!

-And following that, the figure dropped the lump of flesh to the ground.

"Hmm…." The bulky man approached the body lying and lowered his gaze. Squinting, he observed the body for a little while; his eyes were shining with a color of blue.

"Good." He nodded his head in response. "He is not injured." As he said that, he turned his attention to the veiled figure at the center of the room with countless different black tendrils spreading.

The bulky man's eyes met the veiled figure's, and it was clear that he was the one seeking cooperation.

"Your assistance is invaluable," he began, his voice filled with a sense of urgency. "We don't have much time."

As the bulky man said, he signaled the young man underneath. "I have provided my part of the deal. Now, you need to do your own as well."

The moment the bulky man finished his words, the veiled figure moved slightly. Even though shadows covered their face, and it was impossible to discern any of their features, it was an act that showed they were in the conversation now.

"Yes. It is now my part."

As they said that, suddenly, a special construct made by darkness started forming in front of his body. Slowly and one by one, the details of the construction started taking shape, and in the end, they formed a building.

<nulli>FOOSH!

However, that wasn't the end.

The veiled figure extended a hand towards the miniature construct of the Blackthorn mansion. Slowly, details formed. Each wall, each window, and even the intricate designs of the building's architecture became vividly visible in the miniature replica.

"H-how?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the young man lying on the ground. He was now awake and looking at the miniature.

The veiled figure continued to shape the miniature, revealing inner chambers, secret passages, and hidden compartments. It was a flawless representation of the mansion, down to the smallest detail.

"There." The veiled figure pointed to a particular location within the model with a small arrow made by the darkness, a concealed chamber that was hidden from plain sight. "That's where they keep it."

The bulky man leaned in, his eyes narrowing as he examined the spot. "Good. Now tell me more about this item and the security surrounding it."

"There isn't much there." The veiled figure spoke. "You just need to take this." Following that, a small vial filled with blood was carried to the bulky man. "This will be enough for you to enter without any force."

The bulky man accepted the vial of blood, carefully storing it in a secure pocket on his uniform. He knew the significance of this small vial; it would serve as their ticket to access the Blackthorn mansion without triggering any alarms.

"You've been helpful so far," he stated in a businesslike tone, his blue eyes unwavering as he met the veiled figure's gaze. "But remember, this is a partnership of necessity. If anything goes wrong or if you double-cross us, you know what the consequences will be." With each of his words, immense amounts of pressure descended upon the figure.

However, the veiled figure didn't flinch. "You have your motives, and I have mine. This transaction is one of mutual benefit. Rest assured, as long as we achieve our respective goals, there will be no need for double-crossing."

"Good to know." As the bulky man said those words, he immediately turned his attention to the screens and tapped the microphone. "Team Fox, get ready."

The moment he finished his words, a huge amount of mana got sucked in, forming another portal behind the room. A group of black-clad individuals followed the portal and entered there without an ounce of hesitation.

"How can you know that?"

Kaiser Blackthorn was aware of the significance of what was happening. The fact that this person was aware of the location of 'that' was disturbing.

"You haven't understood it yet?" As the answer, a rather questioning tone came. "I always thought you were on the smart side."

However, the moment those words left their mouth, Kaiser's face lost its color.

"No...Y-you...Y-you should be dead."

A low, almost mocking chuckle emanated from beneath the veil. "Death, young Kaiser, is not always the end. There are ways to escape its clutches, to defy its finality. Let's just say I found a way to make a return, and here I stand before you."

As the veiled figure's cryptic words settled in, a chilling realization began to take hold of Kaiser. There was something undeniably familiar in the veiled figure's mannerisms, in the way they spoke, in the threads of their shared past that seemed to dangle before him.

Kaiser couldn't escape the sense of déjà vu, as if a ghost of his past was emerging from the shadows. The figure's words carried a weight of secrets and grievances, a hint of unfinished business that only deepened the mystery.

If this person was still alive, didn't that mean...

"I can't believe it," Kaiser stammered, unable to hide the tremor in his voice. "But why... How...You betrayed the family…..You were banished with them…..You….."

The veiled figure's voice remained as cold and distant as ever, but even then, a slight mocking could be sensed from his following actions.