Skill Creation in the Fantasy World

Chapter 120: Sir Graham

The place turned completely silent as a man wearing a one eyed patch on his face stood calmly at the door.

"B-Boss! You're right on time!"

The bartender jumped over the broken counter and made his way to the man with excitement as the crowd hushed among themselves.

When he arrived beside the man, he made a pitiful face and pointed his finger at Felix and Falcon.

"Boss, It's those guys! They were the ones who made trouble and almost destroyed the whole ba- I mean...the training hall."

Falcon hurriedly left the fallen man's collar and stood up with his hands raised up innocently.

"Ahaha....this you know....we were just doing what you would normally do in a training hall, yeah."

He tried to come up with a reason but the man with the eye patch remained expressionless as he looked at the bartender.

"You. Tell me what happened here without hiding anything."

The man asked with a cold voice that sent a chill down the spine of everyone present in the room.

The bartender gulped in fear as he answered honestly with rapid nods.

"Y-Yes...So what happened was, I was just cleaning the glasses as usual..."

The bartender told him the story, which was correct to the point of perfection as he didn't leave anything behind.

He even included the crowd's reaction to the scene which made them curse him under their breaths.

After he learnt about the truth, the man nodded and then narrowed his eyes on the bartender.

"Alright, I've got the general idea of what happened. But before I deal with the troublemakers, shouldn't there be something you wanna tell me regarding this...bar?"

His words made the bartender jerk up in agitation as he started sweating with his eyes moving around in panic.

"Umm, boss. This....this wasn't m-my idea..."

The man glared at his subordinate in dissatisfaction, thinking he would have to punish all of his men for going against the council's rules.

'...hmm but this was supposed to be my job.'

He sighed and shook his head, realising maybe it was his own fault for not giving them proper instructions and instead leaving the city for hunting strong foes.

The man then turned and started walking towards the middle of the bar.

'Let's deal with the two troublemakers first.'

Though his subordinates made a terrible mistake, that didn't mean he liked them getting hurt by someone other than himself.

As the man walked in their direction, Falcon moved toward Felix in panic as he whispered.

"Oh shit, what are we going to do down. This guy looks super strong..."

Felix on the other hand had his eyes locked on the man from the beginning as he remembered meeting him a few days ago.

He narrowed his eyes in contemplation and arrived at a decision after deciding to give it a shot.

"Don't worry, I've got this.", he replied to Falcon who raised his brows in concern.

He was about to say something to warn him but Felix walked forward and calmly smiled at the man.

"Hello there, Sir Graham. I'm Phantom, we met the other day along with Mr.Dealer. Do you remember me?"

The man paused in his steps as he took a deep look at the person infront of him, a few seconds later, his one eye lit up as a small smile surfaced on his cold face.

"Oh it's you, Phantom. I remember you, how could I forget when you fought so well that day and defeated that drugged goon from the dark guilds."

Graham suddenly turned from a stoic and cold person to a sweet uncle, as he remembered his friend's subordinate whom he had wanted to steal.

Felix sighed in relief under his breath, thanking the gods that the man had remembered him.

The people around them became speechless as they were expecting some confrontation, especially the bartender who opened his mouth so wide that a whole wine glass could easily fit in.

Falcon narrowed his eyes in confusion as he seemed to have heard of the name 'Graham' somewhere, but he couldn't remember where exactly.

"What are you doing here, Phantom? Were you looking for me after hearing my deal from that day?"

Graham asked curiously as he ignored the broken and chaotic looking 'bar' of his.

"Uhh that...", Felix stuttered as he tried to show a bit of hesitation on his face.

"...yeah, I was thinking about it."

Graham noticed him hesitating, so he walked toward a table that was still looking fine with some chairs and called him there.

"Phantom, come here. We can patiently talk here whatever you want."

Felix nodded and sat at the table, while Graham gestured at the bartender.

"You, go and bring some non-alcoholic juice for us."

The bartender had a dumbfounded face, but he nodded blankly and walked over to the broken counter to find some juice, his steps looking a bit bleak.

Graham then glanced at the many people standing around them and released a bit of his dominative aura.

"Scram from here before I personally make you."

His words echoed throughout the room and scared the crowd as they all took a step back in fear and then started moving towards the exit while gulping hard.

They perfectly knew who the person infront of them was, and they didn't wanted to annoy him even in their dreams.

Now other than the two at the table, only Falcon and the five injured guys remained in the room, including the grumpy bartender who was busy cooking up some non-alcoholic juice.

Graham relaxed on his seat and turned his eyes to Felix as he asked.

"So, tell me. What did you wanted to say?"

The boy kept silent as he forced himself to be calm.

'Sigh, this is all Falcon's fault for starting a fight.... and now I've got to convince Sir Graham. But there's only one way he would forgive us for making such a scene at his place..'

Felix narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything as he reamained pondering about the situation.

The bartender arrived beside them and placed some glasses of juice on the table as he glanced between the two.

"B-Boss, this..."

Graham raised one of his brow and the bartender quickly shut up, scared to angering him even though he was feeling injustice.

"Pick up the injured ones and give them the healing potions, you have them here right? And then start cleaning up this place along with them."

Graham rapidly gave the bartender many orders, who felt like spurting out blood for the unfairness, but he held it back and nodded with tearful eyes.

"Y-Yes, boss...sniff... I'll gladly do it."

He walked back, pushing Falcon with his shoulder on the way, but he was the one who tripped instead as he was weaker.

".....life is so cruel.", he sighed as he forcibly woke up the injured guys with slaps.

Meanwhile, Felix drank a sip of his juice and turned to Graham as he arrived to a conclusion.

"I've decided, Sir Graham. I would like to come along with you to explore the forests."

A smile slowly inched at his lips without his knowledge, but he had said so only after careful thinking.

Even though he had reached Rank 1, he wasn't arrogant into thinking he could now face stronger foes as there was always someone more stronger than him somewhere out there.

He also didn't want any dangerous incidents happening again like when he had encountered the Rank 4 man from the dark guilds.

So going along with Sir Graham to hunt in the deep forest seems to be the most suitable option for him considering there was just a week left for the guild wars to begin.

A delightful smile emerged on Graham's face as he emptied his glass and heard the boy agree.

"That's great! I knew you would be interested in following me into the forests. Come on let's go, what're we waiting for then?"

He quickly stood up from the chair and grabbed Felix's arm, making his way over to the door.

Words couldn't describe how excited he was right now as there was nobody before Felix who had willingly agreed to come along with him deep into the monstrous forests.

"Huh? W-We're going there right now?", Felix asked weirdly.

Graham nodded with a wide smile because his mood was starting to get better as he was also running away from the busy meetings of the council.

"Of course, we are. This place is boring as hell.", he expressed like a child who was bunking the school.

Felix had nothing to say to him as he let himself get pulled by Graham, but then he turned around and shouted at his teammate.

"Falcon! I'll be back after a few days, can you please inform my friend who's wearing a green mask in Mr.Dealer's hideout about it? Thank you.!"

Those were his last words heard inside the room as Sir Graham pulled him out of there in a hurry and escaped out of the chaotic underworld.

Falcon stood confused in the ruined 'bar' as he rubbed his head.

"What the hell just happened...."

He didn't know what was the deal between the two of them and wondered what they were going to do in the forests.

Suddenly, he heard a devious giggle behind him which made him turn around curiously.

There, the bartender had an evil smile on his face as he muttered under his breath.

"Hehehe, that bastard is going to die now. Following our boss into the forests? That's completely suicidal...but why do I care kekeke..."

A shadow slowly loomed over the man as he turned to look up, and the twisted face of Falcon made him widen his eyes in shock.

"So you were saying my friend's going to die, huh?"

The bartender dropped his butt onto the floor, moving backwards as his previous attitude was nowhere to be seen.

"I...I didn't s-say anything...p-please let me go...", he cried real tears this time in submission.

"Well, I'll let you go...."

Falcon rubbed his fists as a crazy grin widened on his face.

"....after you pay for what you said that is."