Chapter 1356: Irritated
Chapter 1356: Irritated
"The word bastard is his trigger. I saw it in the first part of the memories I managed to obtain from his soul, but I ignored it, now I can see how angry he could be.
But what I couldn't find is, that all of his memories are from when he was fifteen years old. There is not a single memory before that. Even though there are some memories, they are like a flash, he didn't have any notable memories that he is cherishing.
It is almost as if he had a new life after he was almost dead at fifteen.
I have seen the memories of a few years, but until now, I haven't seen a single memory of him being taught by someone. This is all a bit mysterious."
"Maybe, his memories are the repressed young master. Because of the traumatic incident on which he almost died, he must have repressed all the memories that led him to that incident and stored them deeper in his soul.
I have seen some of these incidents in the soul extraction."
"You are right. But whatever that memory is, the word Bastard is a trigger for him. This weakness came at a perfect time.
Butler Si contacted me through our intelligence network a few days ago. He said that the league's progress is not going well and even his investigations are turning up at dead ends. He is saying that there is a possibility that Sam is captured by the Gaja clan itself instead of a young master there."
Disciple One didn't speak anything and just stood there.
After some thought, Sivan spoke out once again.
"I have an ȧssignment for you and for this, I don't need you to fight or kill anyone. You just have to be a bit creative that's all."
"What should I do? Young master?"
"It is very simple…"
"Are you sure you want me to do this young master? This is a bit silly."
"Don't care about that. As long as it works on the enemy, no strategy is silly and I for one believe that Sam wouldn't take this as something silly.
Now, go and proceed with this as fast as you can."
Disciple One saluted and left.
After that, Sivan went to his room and wrote a letter before calling one of his ȧssociates and giving it to them.
"This needs to reach Butler Si."
The ȧssociate nodded and left the place with the letter.
Two days later.
In the City of the Gaja Clan.
But as he was nearing the Gaja Clan gate, he saw something on the walls of an inn where a large group of people are gathered.
He frowned at what they are seeing and walked towards it to take a look and he was stunned when he fully saw it.
"SAM THE BASTARD."
Those three words were carved on the wall and the word Bastard was particularly carved three to four times on the same spot to give some boldness to it.
Sam took a deep breath and controlled his urge to smash that wall. He turned around and slowly walked away, but to his surprise, all of a sudden there are a bunch of papers raining on the streets and everything only had these three words.
"SAM THE BASTARD."
Sam gritted his teeth and crumpled the paper, he threw it away and started running towards the clan grounds.
When he reached Grivon's residence, his mood is completely dark and it is clearly reflected by the dark presence he has around him.
He removed his cloak and stood at the head of the classroom waiting for the kids to come as he tried to play with some energy in his palm.
He looked at them and from their expressions, he could guess that they also saw the fliers and the graffiti.
He took a deep breath and put on a smile.
"Come on Kids, today is a surprise competition. The winner gets a special prize from me."
The kids immediately became excited. Sam started sketching on the large board in the room and it is actually a puzzle.
It is more like a cultivator puzzle and he let children figure out the solution for the problem as he sat down on the side.
Jyon came over and sat down beside him.
As she was about to say something, Sam beat her to it and said.
"If you are thinking whether it was targeted at me, I believe it is, but there is a slight possibility it is not.
I don't know who might have done it and what their goal is.
I am trying to draw some speculations and I am pretty sure, I can narrow down the suspects."
Jyon didn't speak to him for a moment and just kept on looking at him.
Sam looked at her with a frown and asked.
"What is it?"
There is clearly some annoyance in his voice.
"Your aura. It is chaotic. It is like you are about to explode."
"And?"
"But you don't want to explode. You are trying to restrain it. You are trying so hard. Why are you so offended by one word?"
Sam took a deep breath to calm himself down. He doesn't have the mood to explain anything to anyone. He looked at Jyon for one second and asked.
"Why are you here?"
"What are you doing here in the class? Why are you here? Your sister already told you not to come here, but why are you still coming? Are you taking such pŀėȧsurė in trying to unravel my character?"
"No, not like that."
"Miss Jyon. I am not an exotic creature for you to take joy and intrigue in unraveling me. It is a bit offensive if you think about it. You might have his opinions on me. I don't care how bad they are. I am not particularly interested in changing them and I wouldn't mind if you keep that opinion of me for the rest of your life.
Please don't invest yourself in me. I am not, particularly a good company. I might admire your music, but I don't particularly enjoy your company that much. Your constant curiosity about what my past is and what kind of person I am. I am not really comfortable about sharing that with you.
You are not my friend. We are at most friendly acquaintances. I don't feel comfortable sharing about me with a person I bȧrėly know.
And please don't give me that look of pity. I don't need it.
I might even be the greatest murderer this world has ever seen, I wouldn't pity myself if I were you. If you don't believe it, go and ask your sister. Ask about how many people I have killed and she would tell you the stories that might give you nightmares.
So, stop trying to reach that vulnerable side of me to try and justify my genocidal tendencies. After all, there is no law stating that a murderer cannot be a great teacher and there is definitely no law stating that a murderer can never be a musician.
Just because you are a great person who plays the flute doesn't mean that everyone who plays it is a good person and I am the prime example of that. So, please don't waste your time and don't waste my time."
With that, he stood up and walked towards the board as he looked at the children brainstorming. His words were not loud and he made sure that the kids wouldn't hear them. He spoke slowly and softly. But Jyon didn't miss a single one of it.
She is a bit troubled by those words and there is a myriad of emotions showing on her face.
For some reason, she has an urge to cry and there is this sense of disappointment and loss looming over her heart. She doesn't know why she is feeling that way and most of all, she doesn't know why Sam spoke to her that way.
She could feel his aura. His aura is still as chaotic and dangerous as it was before. It is about to explode.
The reason why she asked him this is not because she is just curious about him. It is because all this while, every day she felt his aura which is also extremely powerful and domineering, but it was serene and stable. He was restrained, confident, and calm.
But now all of those were gone and all it did was someone promoting his name and ȧssociating it with a bȧrėly derogatory term.
She couldn't understand why that is and Sam is somewhat right, she has never seen a person like Sam who can be so different in different situations.