Chapter 155: The tracker
Arlen frowned, shaking his head, "Ravi is in the hands of Phantoms, heaven knows what he was going through. What I feel really does not matter." He said, his voice taut.
"Vega. Please refrain from planting such rubbish thoughts in the mind of my young master." Elara said as she got up, she stared darkly at the hero.
Arlen couldn’t care less about what the two of them were arguing about as he concentrated on the handkerchief and the map in the Tracker’s hand.
"All of you, back up!" The tracker suddenly said to the crowd.
They listened and all backed up, leaving the tracker in the middle of the office. Frowning, he lit up a pipe, and the air was suddenly filled with the scent of tobacco and herbs. Lisa coughed turning to Sarah.
"Is he a real tracker? He is also doing drugs in the middle of the police station, shouldn’t we arrest him?" Her voice was lowered, so as not to attract any of the hero’s attention.
"According to Avalon’s law, it is legal for everyone above the age of eighteen to smoke it. Besides, I don’t think he is a fake tracker, maybe he needs the tobacco too."
Sarah was right but the Tracker did not hear her to validate her words. The herbs and tobacco went straight to his mind, clearing it. He felt the energy in the handkerchief, familiarizing himself with it. Everyone’s energy was different, singular, and unique but the energy of this person who had this handkerchief was even more unique and different than anything he had ever seen before, the lines were different.
It would make him easier to find.
The moment he activated his ability, the whole world became thousands of different colors. His mental energy slowly lifted up from his body, overlooking the nearest towns.
The tracker could feel everything, from the veins of the leaf thousands of miles away to the snake slithered in the bush cities away. He searched for a similar energy to the handkerchief he was holding.