Chapter 112: Back From The Market
John felt his hair stand on end, his instincts told him some danger was approaching and he immediately wore his ring.
His presence became faint, when the couple returned they no longer saw or smelled him, ’ Don’t mind me keep going, be careful though, I feel something is about to happen.’
He told them through pack call, they grew more vigilant and looked around but saw nobody.
It was time leave, the dark market had multiple gates, unfortunately you cannot just use any of them if you want to go back to exactly where you cane from.
When somebody uses the tickets they summon a gates and each of those gates are manifestations of one of the real gates here.
In order to leave you need to use the gate you used to come in, that gate was a bit of a distance away from their current location.
If they decided to use another gate they would come out somewhere different entirely.
Not knowing how far away from home that might be, they decided not to risk anything and find their gate.
However their instincts told them trouble will most likely to find them before they reached their gate. They picked up pace and used shops and stalls as cover.
Having secured the deal, they had no other reason so stay here any longer. While rushing for the gate they saw something flying in the air.
It looked like an Avian race member, sometimes he would fly higher and disappear into th darkness.
Based on his actions, they certain he was searching for something which was most likely them.
However they started seeing more and more people, not just members of the Avian race but others as well.
All of them went around shoving people but nobody dared say anything to them and just sucked it up.
The werewolves concluded these guys must have a strong backing because some of the people they shoved were at level 2.
’ Hide.’ John grabbed the two and pulled them to an alley then stood in front of them. A female Naga passed by.
She looked at him for a brief moment but didn’t see the two hiding behind him, his ring worked its magic.
His image did not register to her and she ignored him like he was air and moved on. He looked around and saw nobody.
’ It seems they’re using something to track us down, this is bad, we also need to buy more tickets.
How are we supposed to do that when being hunted like this?’ John sighed, he felt exhausted.
He dragged the two and they rushed towards the gate while trying to avoid drawing attention.
Eventually they got there, ’Shit.’ John cursed. In front of the gate stood nearly 20 people.
22 if you count the guards but the other twenty certainly did not belong there, John wondered how they were tracking them.
Then it dawned on him, Werewolves were relatively unknown, perhaps they won’t recognise them.
" Let go." He led the couple to the gate confidently, he ignored those twenty people and addressed the guards.
Both guards were from a race called trolls, they her huge standing nearly 20 metres tall with skin covered in grey rock.
Amongst the Fayera they were known to be the most dull but also had the strongest defence and greatest physical strength on the same level.
Also, as long their feet were touching the ground, they had an insane level of regeneration, rivaling vampires.
The troll bent down to their level, " Oy, what’s you want oy?" He asked in boorish tone, John almost laughed at his manner of speech.
But held himself, he had been warned that trolls had shot tempers and were quick to start a fight.
"We wish to buy tickets please." Isabella spoke.
" Tickets ey, Oy them little twips want to buy tickets." It called out and a graceful woman appeared.
She bowed slightly to them, " Two tickets?" She asked and Isabella shook her head. ’ It seems she also can’t register John’s presence.’
" How much to they cost?" She asked.
" Oh, first time customers, each ticket cost 20 branches."
Branches were those grey coins made from the branches of the elk, a hundred branches made a roof and a hundred roof made a fruit.
Isabella took out 2 roots and 40 branches and gave it to the woman who took out 12 ticket coins.
They thanked her and left, they were just about to go through the gate when somebody shouted.
" Take off you cloak." The man commanded, in his hand there was a greyish feather, the feather started smoking the moment it got close to them.
" Shit." Diego cursed and they immediately bolted. The gate was less than five metres away from them.
That’s barely a step yo werewolves, unfortunately they underestimated their opponents.
Just as they were about to go through, a wooden crossbow bolt shot towards them as fast as a bullet.
John reacted and conjured his shield, finally they noticed he was there. The bolt his his shield.
At first it looked normal but as soon as the tip touched his shield, the entire wooden bolt lit up with runes.
’ Magic artefact, damnit.’ it exploded with with green smoke which the three of them inhaled.
The attack also reached the trolls which angered the brutes. They roared like wild beasts and attacked.
Their stone clubs descended upon the group who attacked like falling pillars forcing them to dodge.
The werewolves used that opportunity to run through the gate and disappear. The Avians were left fuming.
They thought about fighting the gate trolls but decided against it, that would just offend the ruler of the black market.
John and the couple appeared back in Adrian’s house. Suzie gave them a glance then went to fetch them water without saying a word.
" What happened, you look like shit." Sam mocked them but they had no time to respond.
They were coughing roughly, green smoke blew out of their mouths like fumes. Their bodies were removing the poison.
It took John nearly five minutes but the couple took half an hour to remove the poison.
" So did you complete your task?" Suzie asked as soon as they stopped coughing.
" Damn, you don’t even look worried about your man, I’m hurt." John grabbed his heart as if he was feeling pain.
Suzie just giggled, " There there, is my baby okay?" She teased and they started laughing leaving the other three grumbling.
" Now, back to business please." Sam reminded them.