Mystical Journey Chapter 587: University 1

Chapter 587: University 1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Ancient Ender Demon King…is really strong…" He spat out a sigh and jumped down from the window.

The sudden threat to his life this time allowed him to understand one of the uses of the Seed of Soul.

Protection of his soul, and the strength which he gathered the previous world inside the Seed of Soul. This meant that at the soul level, he had extra help in the form of the strength of himself at his prime in the previous world.

Garen felt that the Seed of Soul had much more uses than this and the protection of his soul was just a basic function.

Only after checking over his whole body and finding nothing wrong did Garen heave a sigh of relief, pick up his violin case and walk out of the cla.s.sroom towards the place where he'd parked his vehicle.

Starting his motorbike, he rode the entire way with that human-shaped shadow on his mind.

He vaguely felt that the shadow was not the real Black Sethe but a fraction of him. Black Claw of Sethe had two parts. He got one himself and Andrela got the other. Both had been sealed inside metal cases. Although Black Claw of Sethe was something that Garen could not completely understand, it had appeared in Secret Techniques that were hidden in other ruins. Perhaps this Black Claw of Sethe was meant as a net, and as long as someone could break through to the third level, there would be an opportunity to possess that person.

"Unfortunate." Garen shook his head, "Even with my level, the mutation by the Seed of Soul and training since I was a child, it did not allow me to reach the third level, never mind others. Most of the people probably can't even break through the first level. It would be a miracle if someone manages to the second level after training for tens of years."

Putting aside these thoughts, there was no sense of crisis from Slaughtering Hand anymore. The fraction of Black Sethe should have been eliminated by the Seed of Soul. Garen was much relieved.

He had to pack up his belongings when he reached home. At night, his father Emmer would drive him to the train station and he still had to catch a plane at the capital.

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"Brother~~Come back to see me often." Sister Vivien had a talent in acting cute ever since she was small. Even though she was now 10 years old, she still puffed out her cheeks and stretched her arms wanting a hug.

Garen picked her up.

"Of course, we can't forget our cute little Vivi."

At the doorway connecting the living room, his mother Trish in a white s.h.i.+rt with jeans crossed her arms and leaned against the door.

"Alright, that's enough, it's not like you won't meet again, there's still the holidays."

His father Emmer brought over Garen's bag. Inside the large brown bag was an a.s.sortment of clothes and shoes.

"It's almost time, let's go. Come back whenever you can." Emmer spoke with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Bro, remember to bring back an autographed poster!" Jason stood in the doorway of his room, unable to hold back his smile. It was apparent that with the pressure from his outstanding brother gone, he was more than a little happy.

"I know." Garen waved at him, "The first year will be more troublesome but I should be able to take out some time to come back once I reached the second year."

Carrying his things outside, Arisa and her sister were standing in the yard. These two sisters were very familiar with his family due to Jason and Vivien. They'd bought a secondhand house near them and had become very good neighbors.

Once Garen was out, Arisa went over to Vivien happily and chattered non-stop while eyeing Garen sneakily.

Apparently, a top university's student still held some weight in the eyes of some children, comparable to some idols in the television.

Isaros was politely talking to his mother Trish at the side, while sometimes speaking a few words to Garen, giving some pointers on her experiences traveling outside.

Garen was quite familiar with Isaros, mainly due to Jason. He had taken the initiative to ask her out but sadly, there was no chance for Jason. On the bright side, the relations.h.i.+p between their two families became closer due to this.

Isaros was somewhat seen as an elder sister in Garen's family.

His parents felt pity for both sisters for losing their parents so early and they were very willing to accept them. They also found a job for Isaros in a bookstore in town.

They walked Garen to his mother's white car and put his luggage in. Garen sat in the seat beside the driver's and waved at them.

"Jason, remember the mission I gave you!" Garen gave Jason a look.

"No problem, leave it to me!" Jason patted his chest.

In the end, Garen still told Raffaele his leaving time. Although he did not saw her, that girl must be watching here at a corner quietly.

Garen got Jason to give Raffaele his violin which was used for practice when he was a child.

Mother drove her car while waving to the back, slowly speeding up and soon there was nothing in the back except streetlights.

The car quickly exited the town and traveled along the winding dark road.

Streetlights gradually became dim. Soon, there were only the headlights from the car s.h.i.+ning on the road and their surroundings became dark.

Garen looked towards the front, there was nothing visible except the white line in the middle of the road. Looking back, the town was completely out of sight.

Sometimes, there were cars pa.s.sing by, though their blinding lights revealed nothing about what kind of cars they were.

The roadside was irregularly peppered with gas stations and motels.

There were only the sounds from the engine in his ears, nothing else.

His mother Trish was driving the car while glancing at her son's condition.

"What is it? Are you nervous? That's right huh, you grew up here and never really traveled outside once. Now that you're out here, there should be some feelings of excitement?"

"I'm alright. Although I looked it up on the internet beforehand, when I really traveled outside, my feelings were truly a bit excited." Garen nodded.

"Remember the route, when you come back, travel from White Card City by train to Feinan and then get a taxi or call me to pick you up."

"Mhm, I know."

"Remember to get along with others at the school, the students there are all not bad, you will be able to form useful connections for your future career."

"Understood."

"Also, when you arrived at school and were in trouble, you can call this number." His mother Trish hesitated before giving him a number. "Call him Uncle Anke and be polite, he should be a professor in your school now."

Garen looked at Trish's expression, it was obvious their relations.h.i.+p was not simple, perhaps he was once her pursuer.

After that, both were silent, Trish focused on her driving and occasionally talked to Garen whenever she remembered something that he had to take note of.

Garen answered casually and focused on looking outside at the road and forest.

Until there were more than ten minutes of silence, Trish pressed the b.u.t.ton on the radio.

‘I know you will always miss me~~~if Heaven has a window to look down~~~'

A melodious hoa.r.s.e male voice sounded in the car.

The gentle melody made Trish hummed along.

Garen got bored of waiting, so he closed his eyes for a short rest but he soon fell asleep.

He woke up still in a daze when the car slowed down.

It was lively outside the windows with the noise from the cars.

Outside their car were different colors of lights from shops, street stalls and cars continuous pa.s.sing by.

"Almost there." Trish's voice came from beside him.

"What time is it now?"

Half past ten at night, dear."

"I slept for more than two hours?"

"Pretty much."

Garen stared at the unfamiliar street outside. Yellow lights and white lights with the lights from the cars kept flas.h.i.+ng by, in front of them was traffic.

A white convertible overtook them from the right, a dark-skinned man wearing an earring whistled loudly towards Trish.

"Hey! Beauty!"

Garen gave him a middle finger and the man suddenly burst out a laughter.

Screech~~

Trish jerked her steering wheel, the SUV sped towards the man's sports car and almost crashed into it.

That man got a big scare and hurriedly sped away, loudly swearing a few words but no longer daring to provoke them.

"When you're outside, don't let people think you're easy to bully and don't hide your abilities until people are on top of you. Show it to them, let them know even if you can't beat them, you still can make them regret. That way, most of the people would not take the initiative to provoke you, understand?" Trish took the opportunity to give Garen a lesson.

"Of course I understand. We may not win against others but we have to let them know that they will have to pay a price when going against us. As long as the price is big enough, we will be able to protect ourselves." Garen nodded.

"Of course, this is only when you encounter a general problem. When there are special circ.u.mstances involved, get a lawyer then. I've already hired a private lawyer counselor for you, if you meet some troubles in school, you can consult her in advance."

"Is she beautiful?"

"Of course." Trish laughed. "My senior brother's student and also your senior sister."

Garen shrugged.

"She will contact you when you arrived. She's called Caitlin, don't forget."

"I know, Mom really got everything arranged for me."

The car slowly came to a halt at the train station. At the parking lot beside the train station, both of them got out of the car. Trish spoke a few words with a manager and pulled Garen to the station hall.

Among the crowd, there were security guards and ticket inspectors, then they got to the platform.

Trish was silent all the way. She only kept checking Garen's luggage, wallet, identification card, guidebook, medicines for cold and diarrhea and so on.

"Alright, that's enough, Mom, go home." Garen got on the train, turned back and shouted. "Go home."

Trish waved at him, her face showed a warm smile.

"Bring back a grandchild for me before graduation!"

She suddenly called in a loud voice.