The ground was covered with a hard black glass-like shell. He couldn't tell if it was stone, metal, or mud. There was no grass, no trees, just a barren land. Everything had melted into one.
The explosion area had completely turned into an oval shaped black depression.
Garon carefully walked around this area, and at the same time, carefully checked for any possible hiding places.
It was night time, and only a faint moonlight shone down from above. He could barely see the outlines of objects in the forest.
The air was cold, with a slight heat. This was the residual heat from the fire. The ground was hot when he stepped on it, and he could feel it even through his boots.
Garon opened his eyes wide. He first walked around this oval area, but didn't find anything. Then he gradually expanded his search area.
Time passed by slowly. In the bushes, in the bushes, in the cracks of the rocks, in the branches of the trees, etc. He carefully checked all the possible hiding places, but unfortunately, there were no signs of hiding.
Instead, when he was searching for a bush, he almost crushed a nest of Black Swan eggs.
Slowly, his search area expanded to the lake.
Garon believed that the person he saw in the image must be the Luminarist called Emin.
This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and also the closest one. If he could find the Emin Luminarist, and save him at this critical moment, then it would be logical for him to request to become a Luminarist, and the success rate would be extremely high.
As for the long search, Garon didn't have a trace of impatience. When he practiced secret techniques, he constantly trained himself. Many of the small techniques were very uncomfortable, and even painful. He persevered.
It could be said that even without the help of his ability, he would at least become an excellent martial artist for a certain period of time. It was just that his ability gave him the key to reach the peak.
Compared to the beginning, this tiredness was not worth mentioning.
He made up his mind. He would spend the entire night to see if he could find the Emin Luminarist. In such a terrifying explosion, he must have been severely injured.
He walked along the lake and began to slowly inspect the surface of the water. Soon, a faint black shadow attracted his attention. The black shadow floated on the water, motionless. It looked like a human.
Garon quickly walked over, picked up a rock and threw it at it.
Slap.
There was no movement. The sound of the stone hitting the ground sounded like it had hit a lump of meat.
Garon had a vague guess in his heart as he walked over. Suddenly, he saw the true face of the black shadow.
It was a charred, curled up human body. Beside the body, there was a short, charred cane floating in the air.
"Maybe it's him." Garon felt relieved. He stepped on the water and approached the shadow.
He reached out and pulled the body over. A pale face covered in soot appeared before him. It was the Luminarist Emin.
"That's him!" Garon finally relaxed. "Hey! Are you still alive? Wake up! "
He reached out and patted Emin's face. He pressed the guy's stomach and found that there was no swelling. He slapped Emin twice more.
There was no response.
He pressed hard on Emin's Renzhong point under his nose with his fingernails several times.
Emin finally let out a weak moan.
"How are you? Does he need treatment? I'll take you to the hospital. "Garon acted as if he didn't know him at all. He didn't know why, but when he said that, he felt weird.
"No … no need …" Emin said weakly. "Child … I need some anti-inflammatory medicine … just a little will do …"
Garon frowned and pressed on Emin's forehead. It was cold.
"You're too weak. There was an explosion here just now. It's not safe. I'll take you to my place. "
He didn't wait for an explanation. He dragged Emin ashore, then helped him up and slowly walked back the way he came from.
After a few tosses and turns, Emin fainted again. He didn't make a sound.
Garon carefully dragged Emin back to his house without alerting anyone. He cleaned up some of the water plants on Emin's body and put him on a deck chair. Then he lit up the fire in the fireplace and dragged him to the fire to dry.
Garon squatted by the fireplace, fiddling with the fire while putting firewood in. He turned around and looked at Emin on the deck chair.
"This is the first time I've taken care of someone like this. If you don't repay me when you wake up, I won't let you go." He mumbled softly to himself. He wasn't sure if the Luminarists had any other means of investigation, so he might as well just act according to how he accidentally found Emin. He even took into account the words and actions of this young man.
Emin didn't move. He laid on the deck chair. His face was slightly rosy from the warmth of the fire.
Garon turned around and continued to light the fire. He felt a little strange. Emin was clearly hit by the explosion, but there weren't any burns on his body. Instead, there were only shock injuries.
He filled up the firewood and went to find the first aid kit in the house. He took out a few white tablets of piconin. This was the newest anti-inflammatory medicine in this world. He poured a cup of water from the water room.
When he came back, Emin was already awake. He sat up straight and looked at the red fire in the deck chair. He was thinking about something.
Hearing the footsteps, he looked up at Garon.
"You're the one who saved me?"
"Who else do you think?" Garon asked back. "This is the anti-inflammatory medicine you wanted. Take it yourself." He walked over and passed the cup and the pills to Emin.
Emin took the pills and popped them into his mouth. He gulped and swallowed.
"Thank you." He returned the cup to Garon.
"Why are you floating in the lake? The lake water at night is bone-chilling. Even if you want to swim, you should pick a good time. Afternoon is good. Some of my guards like to swim in the lake at this time. " Garon put down the cup on the table. "But not in the Black Swan Water District. If my father finds out, you're dead!" He shrugged and made a helpless face. "My father hates it when people pollute the water source of the Black Swan Water District. He's the lord of this land. If you're found out, the gallows might be a light punishment. "
"I'm sorry … Actually, I don't like to swim in the middle of the night either. But I had no choice." Emin shrugged helplessly. He drank some water and warmed himself up by the fire. His speech was much smoother. His accent was slightly rhythmic. He was obviously not a local.
"I know you had no choice. I understand." Garon nodded. "Unfortunately, I saw your fight with that guy. Losers are always pitiful."
"You have a sharp tongue …" Emin was speechless.
"You should be happy because you survived, while he probably died."
"That's true." Emin nodded. His expression was complicated. "Did you just say that you saw our fight?"
"Of course. It was intense. It was like a fantasy novel. It was very exciting." Garon answered honestly.
Emin looked at Garen intently.
"You saw our fight. Looks like you're a talented person. Then, you saved me. Is there anything I can repay you for? "
"Of course." Garon answered honestly. "I want you to teach me the skill of fighting."
"You know what that is?" Emin asked in a low voice. Then he realized. "That's right. You have the talent, so you should know about it. Your parents or someone in your family should be one of us. But, why don't you learn from someone in your family, but a stranger like me? "
"Because my father won't teach me. My family is too poor. "Garon answered decisively. My family is too poor … If Vanderman found out about this ridiculous reason … Even among the Luminarists, the Trejons family was one of the wealthiest families. They were thousands of miles away from being poor.
Emin's expression froze. He seemed to be reminded of something from the past.
"That's true … I was too poor back then …" His gaze towards Garon softened. "Don't worry. Since you saved me, I'll take care of your expenses."
"So you're saying that you agree?" Garen had a strange look on his face. It would be too fake if he still maintained a calm expression at this time. It did not fit the state of a young man his age at all.
"You can call me teacher." Emin nodded. "I'll teach you until you truly become one of us. Treat it as repayment for saving my life. "
"It's that simple?" Garen was stunned.
"That simple."
"I feel like it's too hasty …" Garon lowered his voice.
"You have the talent, and you don't look stupid. You saved my life. I have the money, knowledge, and experience. Then there's no problem. What process do you want? "Emin said helplessly.
"What if I don't have the talent?" Garon asked suddenly.
"No means no. Let me ask you. Did you save me so you could learn to be a Luminarist? "
"Yeah. Who else would have the mood to walk around in the forest in the middle of the night? Is there something wrong with your brain? "Garon looked at him with disdain.
"Alright …" Emin was speechless. Actually, he had suspected that this young man saved him with a special purpose. But now that he heard him admit it with such certainty, he felt like he was the one who was being uneasy.
He paused.
"Then, one last question." He looked straight into Garon's eyes. "Tell me your name, young man." He raised the charred short staff, as if he was about to hit something.
Garen was slightly taken aback, but immediately revealed a calm smile.
"Acacia. My name is Acacia Trejons, but I prefer people to call me Garon."
He knelt on one knee, and bowed his head slightly towards Emin.
The short staff landed on his right shoulder, and there was a faint flash of silver.
Emin looked at Garon in front of him, and his face showed a trace of nostalgia, as if he saw himself kneeling on one knee.
"Following the ancient etiquette, I swear that I will never reveal any knowledge or skills from my teacher. Silver above. "
Two young voices sounded at the same time, overlapping each other. He couldn't tell if it was Garon's voice or his own.
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