Nash Calcraft stood on the summit of Tili Mountain, gazing down at the letter his master had left for him. The paper was yellowed with age, and a pendant rested on top, as if the letter had been carefully placed, awaiting this moment.
I have recently found enlightenment in the depths of my contemplation. I must journey to the farthest reaches of the South Sea to break free from my restraints, and I do not know when I will return.
You have spent over fifteen years cultivating here, and your divine skills have matured. Do not let them go to waste.
I am old friends with Herman Lewis of Jonford City. In the past, we arranged a marriage contract for you with his eldest daughter. Once you read this letter, head down the mountain and fulfill the marriage agreement. When married, you must serve Mr. Lewis as you would serve me. Do not take this lightly.
If your path to immortality is blocked, the Lewises will ensure your life remains worry-free…
Nash’s throat tightened as he read his master’s words. His master, who had raised him like a son after he lost his parents, had planned for every detail of his life. A wave of gratitude and sadness filled Nash’s heart. The moment his master ascended, he would be alone, forced to navigate the world without his guidance.
Tears welled up in his eyes, but he wiped them away quickly. With a final glance at the letter and pendant, he packed his belongings, tidied the courtyard one last time, bowed three times, and began his descent from the mountain.
In the dense forest surrounding Tili Mountain, Nash moved like a shadow, nimbly leaping from tree to tree with the agility of a swallow. When he reached the mountain road, he paused, adjusting his clothes and taking a deep breath as the midday sun beat down on him.
Though Jonford City was close, it would take him until midnight to reach it on foot.
Just then, a car sped toward him, kicking up dust. Nash’s eyes brightened, and with a sly smile, he stepped into the middle of the road and waved his arms.
The car screeched to a halt, narrowly avoiding him. The door swung open, and an angry woman in a jacket stormed out.
“Are you out of your mind, standing in the middle of the road like that?! You want to die?” she yelled.
Nash raised his hands in defense, “Whoa, calm down, pretty lady. Are you headed to Jonford? I could use a ride.”
“Ride my ass?” she retorted. “Get lost!”
“I really need to get there quickly,” Nash insisted, pulling out a few crumpled bills. “I can pay…”
He offered the five bucks, which was half of what he had to his name.
“Who wants your measly change?” she shot back, about to curse when a calm voice came from the car.
“Let him in,” said Hera Lewis, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, her brow furrowed. She was already running late, and the last thing she needed was this trouble. “We can’t waste any more time.”
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