Austin then walked out of his house, his sword in hand, after a two-hour conversation with his father, in which he had convinced him that he had mastered sword intent. He used an excuse of going to the alchemy shop and threatened his mother as leverage against his father, who reluctantly let him go. As he reached the Alchemy shop, he branched out and visited the shop where he last saw the nefarious scheming characters.
"I would like to order whatever you are selling ", he spoke brashly to the middle-aged man who looked at him for a few seconds before smiling and replying, "Young master, you can come in " . As he entered, the shop shut, and five men stood beside the middle-aged man, waiting to see the "young master" despair.
"Why do you keep looking at the Alchemy shop?" he asked, keenly observing their faces. The men were shocked and their expressions betrayed them before the shopkeeper spoke," I heard that woman also had a son nine years ago, from your silver hair, seems like you will serve just fine, after all only high humans have silver hair and slightly pointy ears just like you do, you look like the her more than her daughter and her other son, luck is on our side finally".
The men started to move towards him, sneering as though they had caught a mouse in their nest. Alas, how wrong they were as Austin drew his blade and took a step, appearing behind them and slashing two of their heads clean off. The other three, registering what had happened, felt a chill down their spines. "He's also a swordsman, just like that damned Marcus ", said the middle- aged man, and that's what saved him for last, as Austin needed a foulmouth, since he was still weak to search their memories.
He let go of his sword, which flew to the fourth man, and pierced his throat, who died with horror evident in his eyes, shocked by how a fish that had fallen into the net had become a tiger. The middle-aged man understood Austin's intention when he recalled his sword, swung it, cleaned off the blood, let out a hum, and sheathed it.