My Last Hunt

The name of your master

The elder Finfin stopped before the bright energy could envelope the hunter. "Who is your master?" He plainly asked. Golden arches were looking at the situation. They were trying to decipher the spoken words. With the old age; a hunter definitely loss the peak of strength but the intellect level kept increasing until the last breath of their life. They could dissect the thinnest thread of gestures or the hidden truth. It was a process of the tempered brains and the skill earned with the time. The words were vague and did not carry any apparent gesture. 

So the golden arch tried to assemble the formation of the sequence as well as match the tone with their memories. For a person only tangled in the situation presented in front was impossible to go through this deep process. "Your master is a disloyal and he will soon meet the same fate as you." The golden arch voiced grimly. After knowing that the matter was not simple at all; he thought to have formal conversation which in no way was actually a conversation of dialogues. The hunter heard words against his master and started fuming with the anger. "You are at the wrong path and you have left little time." The hunter groaned like a monster as if he was sure about his spoken words. 

"If I say that your behavior matches with monster; how will you defend against?" the golden arch attained the calmness. He comprehended the problem with the hunter and came to know that a disloyal hunter was using this hunter as a tool. The golden arch was hundred present clear that this hunter would not back down and embrace death. The reason was simple. His master told him that other hunters were on wrong path and that they were working to bring others on the right path. 

The real culprit was the master and according to the situation; the master has some strong position in the Hightown. This was not good for the loyals. The presence of this hunter was evidence that disloyals has grown guts. Since it some higher level hunter with some position then the Hightown should know about it. "There is no use of killing him; he is on right path." The golden arch voiced and gestured Finfin to let go. All those who heard got shocked. They were in the mood of killing this intruder while the elder was saying otherwise. Since it was the order of the golden arch; they cannot argue. Qiao stepped back. He has no qualm against it for the reason that he did not want to interfere in the matters of the elders. 

The hunter was shocked to hear this; he was ready embrace the death because he has already told that if anyone found about him; he will be killed on the spot but it turned otherwise. All junior and senior elders get back what they were busy with. The golden arch also walked back to his office with slow steps. 

Qiao and Finfin were following him behind. "I cannot give you exception young man; you will follow the spy and see where and who he met with. Come back and report." The golden arch voiced poise. Qiao stopped and looked around. The elder was talking to him. It was worrisome task. "Take this stone and place under the tongue; it will change your appearance a bit." The elder gave the stone and entered in his office. Someone urgently needed for this job and presently none of the level seven was available on the short notice. 

Qiao received the stone and nodded. "Oh don't forget to kill the spy if you find right chance." The elder waved his hand. Qiao then greeted both and left. It was part of his hunting; thinking this Qiao was going find the whereabouts of the right path runner. He left his upper fleece with the elder Finfin; it was necessary for his identity secrets. The spy left the premises of the Hunting School. He was constantly looking around with strong premonition that the elder might send someone behind him. Walking the long lane of the open paths of the Hightown; he made sure that no one was following him. Qiao did not look toward or kept keen eyes on him because it could give some hints of the intent. 

It was more than easy for a hunter to tell that few eyes were on him among the hundreds. For a level seven; it was more sensitive. Qiao could understand the thinness of the present job scope. Any mistake and he will be uncovered. Earlier situation was a proof that he has zero chances for mistake. For now he was no more a hunter but detective. It was the test of his skills differently. The spy was heading toward the big market of the Hightown. He wanted to make sure that no one was following behind. 

The master was waiting at the first hunting school. However the spy would not immediately reach there though he has some important and critical information with him. With this information the master will be able take steps against all aspiring hunters as well as let the beasts know about their identities. The process of getting hold on the most part of the seven continents increased after the event. Now it will lead toward disastrous outcome if none of them beheaded the disloyals once again. 

It seemed Qiao was selected as the first hunter for killing a disloyal. Qiao took it as the Recruitment Test. In fact this would help him explore the inner parts of the Hightown. The vast area of the Hightown was never ending if one starts the journey from some location. Only familiar hunters or those who mostly spend their time in the Hightown eventually get acquainted with the salt and flour of the place. Qiao placed his weapon around his waist in case he needed it urgently. The spy entered in one of the shops and shuffled some of the weapons for killing some time.