On the west beach of Zenon, the capital of Moltalia, the southern kingdom, an elf man was standing facing the sea, with white skin and a scar on his left eye and mouth.
A black cloak with some red rose shapes, a cigarette in his mouth, and a thin red sword on his back.
His face was still while he was holding a paper with Redpig's seal.
"Hmmm… long time no see, Redpig, and the first thing you do is ask for a favor, but honestly, that is interesting a Grandmaster or more appearing in Jolan City."
Name = Malcom
Race = Elf
Level = Grandmaster
Deputy of the Black Fingers Organization
With a smile, "I think I'm gonna head to Jolan City…"
In the "Unique Bar"...
Sulia: "Karsa, who are you truly?"
Karsa: "Just a stupid soldier who had thought himself strong."
Sulia took out her sword from its sheath: "That is not an answer. Are some pirate or criminal that has been rent by Black Fingers?"
A white aura and pressure came out from Sulia. Even the pressure seemed to break, and the atmosphere became tense; everyone in the bar watched in fear, and even the bar owner hid.
"Who are you..?"
Karsa left his finger up, and at the same moment, he pointed into Sulia her white aura and power… all of a sudden, all her power vanished.Karsa: "I think you are the one who needs to be more respectful when talking to others."
Before Sulia could reply to Karsa, a familiar voice came from the background:"Karsa, haha, I didn't know we could meet again."
It was Bolcan who had called.
Sulia, with a surprised face, and Karsa, with a still face: "Oh Bolcan, long time no see!"
Sulia: "Wait! You know Bolcan?"
Bolcan: "He is a friend of mine, Sulia, a really good person."
Sulia bowed to Karsa with an expression of regret:"I am pretty sorry, Karsa, for misunderstanding you as a criminal. The Holy Church is really angry at the Black Fingers Organization, and we, as Holy Knights, are worried about Black Fingers getting stronger."
Bolcan, with an angry face: "Black Fingers again… those bastards!"
Nona, with a cute serious face: "No! Black Fingers are not bad guys. They are kind and sweet. They help Nona every day to eat."Sulia: "Nona..."Karsa, with a confused face: "They give you food...?"Bolcan: "That girl looks like she is one of the homeless in the city. They do give food and care to the homeless to cover their crimes."Sulia: "But how do they give her food and her body is still thin like that?"
Karsa's face tightened, his fist clenched, and he said, "Nona, can you describe the food they give you?"Nona, with an innocent face: "Yes, of course. Sometimes pig heads full of worms, and sometimes spongy brown apples, and sometimes apple juice... but it smells bad and looks weird..."
Sulia covered her mouth with her hand in shock, and Bolcan's eyes bulged with anger and disgust. But Karsa remained silent for a long time, until the table began to tremble, the atmosphere grew much heavier, his eyes became covered with a dark golden hue, and his broken sword began to shake. Everyone in the tavern began to suffocate from the pressure; even Bolcan and Sulia were in pain. Only Nona was unaffected.
Karsa, with angry eyes and a harsh tone, said:"Bolcan, show me the lair of those pigs. Today, I will cut their throats."