Chapter 1

Red Grace Inn (1)

Two enormous packs were thrown on every one of Norton Lorist's shoulders, with another huge shoulder-width backpack dangling from his sack. His left arm held a yellowish-green rattan box while his right was folded over a lot of moved up monster skins which were laying on his shoulders. A red twofold entryway with a white wine glass painted on top of it was kicked open by him; he resembled a major, cumbersome bear as he worked and staggered, battling to just barely get himself through the entryway which was wide to the point of releasing two massive men through simultaneously.

It was three in the evening. This was the point at which the motel was at its calmest. The fundamental corridor of the hotel just had three individuals in it. The red-nosed troubadour old Mike, who's had excessively a lot to drink, rested sufficiently face down on the table. At the table adjacent to the chimney sat old Hope the shoemaker and the resigned mailman old Tom, both of whom were recently inundated in a game, gazed wide-peered toward at Lorist who had quite recently jumped in.

Gesturing at Hope and Tom, Lorist laid his baggage on the ground before the counter and piled them up into a heap. He put his bear fur cap on the table and shed his dark calfskin coat and along these lines eliminated two blades of various lengths that were thrown on his midsection and laid them on the table. He let out a long murmur, thumped on the table and called out. "Old Char? You here? Where is he… Hey, your wine barrel's being out of control!"

"My god, it's Locke… " expressed Tom as he at long last perceived Norton Lorist without his coat.

Trust couldn't avoid any longer and stood straight up. "Hello, Locke. It's been a long while now, about… a large portion of a year? We thought something happened to you. Did you bring back some star-spotted deerskins that I needed?"

Pointing towards the monster skins on the floor, Lorist said "I got three of them wrapped up inside. Go look at it yourself."

A slender and tall elderly person rose up out of the entryway behind the counter. Seeing Lorist remaining at the counter, his melancholy face illuminated with a sprinkle of a grin. "You're back!"

This elderly person was the supervisor of the Red Grace Inn, Brennan Charlando, whom Lorish alluded to as Old Char. Try not to go for his limping stroll for conceded; no one really might guess that this passive, calm elderly person behind the counter was truly a One Star Gold Swordsman. The vast majority of the benefactors of that motel never understood.

"Hello, Old Char. Get me some blackcurrant lager. Goodness, and request that McDuffin around there cook me a major dinner. For a large portion of a year I've been having pitiful proportions… I miss the food here so much!" expressed Lorist without a second thought.

"I got it." Charlando served Lorist an enormous cup of blackcurrant lager. "Drink a portion of this first. I'll go wake McDuffin up."

"Gracious, and, would you be able to look at the merchandise for me? I brought a lot of things back from this journey. I keep thinking about whether it coordinates." expressed Lorist as he watched Old Hope mishandling through the monster skins.

Charlando gestured and vanished behind the entryway.

"Yawn… " A lethargic peered toward lady along these lines emerged from the entryway. "Who is it? Don't you see that everybody's sleeping? You should have a screw or two free on the off chance that you come at this hour for a dinner, sheesh."

That well proportioned lady was wearing tight clothing which complemented her voluptuous figure. This was the head serving young lady of the hotel, Louise.

"Hack… " Lorist started crying and become flushed. Regardless of what its identity was, there was no chance of totally remaining mentally collected when confronted with the principal lady they had an actual connection with. That was particularly the situation with Lorist, who was significantly more apprehensive before Louise. In those days during his 20th birthday celebration, the alcoholic Lorist had his virginity taken by Louise, who said that it was her present for his "section into adulthood". Some measure of dread actually waited in Lorist's heart even after such a long time.

"Gracious my! Our Locke's back! I've missed you such a great amount over these a half year… Come, give your enormous sister an embrace." Louise's eyes glimmered as she saw Lorist and all hints of sluggishness disappeared from her eyes as she spread her arms and jumped towards him.

Louise embraced Lorist over the counter and powerfully established two kisses on his cheeks.

"Did you return as of late? Take a gander at you, unfortunate Locke… You've gotten such a great deal more slender and tanned during the beyond a half year! All of were stressed over you and couldn't get our personalities off you. You didn't send us any letters for such a long time. We were truly stressed something terrible happened to you… " Louise began prattling on.

"Come on, would i confirm or deny that i are back here free from even a hint of harm? This undertaking to the Relic Islands brought me far abroad, it was absolutely impossible that I could get in touch with you. Furthermore, don't you know the ship to the Relic Islands just work once at regular intervals? What are you stressed over? Don't you folks have any trust in my capacities?"

"With your Three Star Iron power level? Haven't you found out about every one of the Silver Swordsmen who died on the Relic Islands… We hear a great deal of stories like that in the motel." expressed Louise without keeping down by any stretch of the imagination.

"Eh? Be that as it may, I, a Three Star Iron Swordsman, has never lost a match to even one Silver Swordsman… " expressed Lorist as he scratched his nose, humiliated.

"Those are simply competing matches in the foundation! How is it possible that those could contrast with life and passing fights with supernatural monsters? Your rivals were simply backing off of you. I truly don't get what those old mongrels at the foundation find in you. They might have quite recently selected one Silver Swordsman from so many others… Why did they bring you along as a protector all things being equal?" Louise felt that it was incredibly unjustifiable to Lorist for him not out of the ordinary to complete undertakings implied for Silver Swordsmen given his position as an Iron Swordsman.

Lorist could snicker harshly. Louise was just worried about him. How is it possible that she could comprehend the aggravation of having his Battle Force stuck at the Iron position for such a long time? To join this undertaking, Lorist needed to irritate and mess with Academy Head Levins and was even compelled to consent to different unjustifiable terms including filling in as the collaborator for the entire endeavor group before the old charlatan consented to bring him along.

The globe-trotters of the Grindia Continent all realize that meeting the Relic Islands without the force of a Silver Swordsman was self-destructive. In all actuality, non-soldier specialists who were safeguarded by protectors were exemptions. In spite of the fact that Lorist needed to serve the specialists all through the undertaking, he wandered similarly as much as the other Silver Swordsmen. He figured out how to navigate various hazardous regions, even those that were possibly deadly to Silver Swordsmen.

The time gone on for the outing to and from the Relic Islands required up two months while the genuine time spent on them was four months. Lorist himself felt that his capacities had worked on all things considered in the wake of encountering that large number of life and passing fights with the otherworldly monsters and navigating the precarious situation of life on different occasions. His swordsmanship got more honed and his developments got more light-footed. Indeed, even the responsiveness of his faculties gotten to the next level. Be that as it may, the sole objective he had sought to reach during this excursion was rarely accomplished; his Battle Force didn't figure out how to get through the Iron position. He was as yet stuck at the pinnacle of the Iron position.

How he had lamented his choice in those days. For reasons unknown obscure to even him, he chose to utilize Ki-refining standards he recollected from his past life to develop his Battle Force. One zeroed in on the meridians pathways while the other zeroed in on the blood stream. One prepared the interior pieces of the body while the other prepared the outside. They were much the same as oil and water! His cerebrum more likely than not confined up for him to try and choose to do that! Eventually, even with the fashionable Blazing Battle Force procedure passed somewhere around his family all through ages, he wound up at an impasse and has stayed stuck at the Iron position for three years at this point, incapable to advance to the position of a Silver Swordsman. Initially an all around commended virtuoso in swordsmanship, he has turned into a joke in the foundation.

"Hello, sibling Locke, you're at long last back. So delighted to at long last see you once more… " The greasy who snapped Lorist out from his self agonizing was the head culinary specialist of the hotel, McDuffin. Wearing a mottled blue cover, he battled as he just barely got his enormous midsection through the entryway behind the counter.

"Hello there, McDuffin. Man am I delighted to see you as well." expressed Lorist as he raised his cup of lager. "Do you have any pleasant food around? I just got back and haven't had my morning meal and lunch at this point. The main thing I had back on the boat was a dark wheat bar."

"Goodness my, for what reason didn't you say so prior? Quit drinking that lager, it won't go down all around given your unfilled stomach. McDuffin, is there anything you can present speedy?" Louise said.

"Well, there's some simmered goose in the broiler, yet all the same it's as yet unseasoned. In the wok we have a few bean and ribs however it's as yet chilly, I'll need to warm it up so it'll need to stand by. Ok, right. I have some goat meatballs actually steaming around there which I can move you immediately. Louise, go into my room and investigate the chest adjacent to my bed. There ought to be some cream bread inside. I was anticipating having that for tea, however I suppose you can go get that down for Locke… " said McDuffin who appeared to be hesitant to part from his cream bread.

Louise went off in a rushed way.

"Okay. I'll have a few simmered goose and ribs. McDuffin, broil me a herring, make me some green bean bloodwurst, seared eggs with shrimp, cabbage and mushroom as well as one more glass of natural product lager." expressed Lorist as he made his request.

"That much? Would you be able to complete them?" McDuffin checked out at Lorist with a sprinkle of uncertainty.

"I'm so ravenous I can gulp down a cow. Go make the food, after that we'll have a decent beverage together."

Soon after McDuffin got back to cooking, Louise carried a plate with som