Sargon waited for a longer period of time compared to other waiting participants before he was called inside.
There stood an extremely young looking man with sharp & experienced eyes being full of passage of time betraying his youth , he was slightly shorter than Sargon at 5 feet 5 inch.
He was a LalaFell Hobbits , who just like tall , dark & blonde Shunryus were a subspecies of the Human Race. Generally speaking these different types of so-called 'Races' lived very harmoniously as except for slight differences in culture they followed the Same Faction of Faith.
He, Raktuk, gave a profound sense of discomfort to Sargon as he began to see through Sargon . It felt as if needles were piercing his skin. It felt as if just with a wave of his hand Sargon's head would comfortably fall on the Ground separated from his body. Nonetheless Sargon was Helpless as what else could he do except tolerate such prudent examination from an Elder of the Sect.
"Hmm ?? It seems you have good composure. It was hard to believe at 1st that you got a token from the esteemed Elder Dhrumyu ! Well Connections can only make you go so far. Nonetheless you are one lucky fellow, If i remember correctly it took me 2 tries before i could pass through written examination before lady luck took pity on me as I was accepted into the Sect", the Elder Raktuk was lost in his own thought of his past & after a breath of time stabilized himself.
Seeing the docile Sargon who didn't interrupt him, Raktuk was happy & continued, "Yes. You guessed it right. The token you bring contains a Trace of Aura of esteemed GrandMaster Alchemist Elder Dhrumyu of our Sect. It seems you have some connections & have a good background."
"Thank you Elder for bringing good news. I am extremely elated to have Elder Dhrumyu's recommendation.", Sargon could already guess that it had something to do with his GrandFather who gave him the token. He was already imagining his smooth sailing journey in alchemy & had already built a Magnificent Castle on his Air of Dreams when the young-looking Elder reprimanded him.
"You have to understand that Elder Dhrumyu is from the Master-Disciple faction & looks extremely down on those who utilize the power of their background. And this recommendation doesn't even mean he will pay any attention to you at all. Even Meeting him is a chance for Fate. " , Elder Raktuk casually gave him some advice.
"The Disciple thanks the Elder for his guidance "Sargon thanked him profoundly, keeping the name Raktuk in his mind .
"Haha! So you are one of those Honey-tongued youngsters. But although judging from your Mana Fluctuations there is an 80 % chance that you will pass through Three Test One Trial & be accepted as Outer Disciple but till then as per Sect rules' you are still an outsider. Now Best of luck for your Future. You can wait outside & those who have passed will be taken out of Capital to the Sect Gate as per the traditions sometime in the Evening.
"Yes Elder", Sargon understood the strict Rules & regulations & had already become more conscious of such thoughts & would be more aware of this etiquettes so as not to overstep his bounds as he did now.
Soon , it had been more than 3 hours & it was already evening . All of the Gate-Seekers were said to prepare for their travels as the Written test finished sooner than anticipated.There were only 8 people 3 Male & 5 Female Selected.
Soon a carriage arrived being drawn by two weird Dinosaur like Steeds carrying a Carriage almost the size of a Room. It had long slender clawed hands & Tail similar to that of Tyrannosaur while it had an umbrella-like Armored Head similar to that of Triceratops of the Earth. It was a Dark Yellow Colored rough lizard like Skin along with Dark Blue almost luminescent Stripes.
Sargon, as someone from the Capital of Kratos Republic, was used to such oddities. He also knew that Despite of the Hatred of Draconic Blood , these types of Steed were used as it had extreme effect in the case of Traveling the Hilly Regions , especially some Region Steep & Rugged as the northern Region of Republic where Violet Valley Sect was located.
Soon , a Senior Woman from the Darvik Race , stepped out of the Carriage followed by an middle-aged Man & two Bald- Mountain Like Giant Humans. Judging from their attire they seemed to be the Envoy or Deacons of Sect responsible for collection of Fresh Blood to the Sect Gate.
Soon Sargon & the rest of the crew were told to wait inside the Carriage as the aged Senior Darvik Women who seemed to be like the Leader among the crew went inside to handle some formalities.
"OH, Greetings Brother Yanz . How was the Trip ? Uff! Thanks to the ShahRaab , we arrived early before the Carriage Departure", a young enthusiastic slightly deep voice filled feminine exuberance came from the other side.
Curious Sargon & the crew peaked through by slightly opening the Curtains of the Carriage.
"Damn!!!"
The woman was 5 feet 10 inches tall, had a slightly tom-boyish cut which further exaggerated the beautiful feminine face which seemed to be carved by the Sculpture Saint Michelangelo himself.
A Greyish Skin as Dark as the Forest, as beautiful as the Night Sky. Body that is Ideal Hour-Glass Waist, a pinched soft Navel, Soft Nice & Big Twin Mountain Peaks & a thick Voluptuous Thighs & peach like Back.
This was one beautiful & confident lady who was self-aware of herself but still seemed humble about it.
She was a Dark-Elfess.
"What a sensual Bellissimo ! ", Sargon had never seen such beauty in the World of Nashirah himself. He was already smitten by it and just forgot to do anything .
"Greeting Junior Samantha. What makes you enter the Capital at this time of the year.Any Missions ? ",the slightly taller Bald Brother named Hafiz Yanz inquired curiously after reciprocating .
"Well, Yes & No both at same time, it was to search for some auxiliary Herb Material for some Silver Ranked Pills but is more of Vacation while babysitting these two Boys who ran into some troubles", as she explained her reasons with Half-Truth & Half-Lie, she introduced the 2 boys the age of Sargon by her Side.
It was only then that Sargon & the rest ,felt a little Lecherous , while the females became more envious , as they all simultaneously focused their attention on the two boys below.
"Junior Rockarna Hanim. Junior Arjumon Sinek, extends Greetings to Senior Brother Yan", jointly both greeted the brother.
The Slightly Fatty One with the slightly tanned skin with Golden Blonde Hair & Jade Blue Eyes, was 5 feet 10 inches already , had a Squarish Happy Joyful face which added an extra point to his Handsomeness along with his bright Smile.
A 13-14 yr old Rockarna Hanim with this much height of course was from a Sub-race of Human who had a slightly different evolution tree in Nashirah, He was a Shunryu Human known for their Physical Prowess.The Only one taller than them were the HathiGanas , Vampiric Noval Race & Necromantic Darvik Race .
But the Friend by his side was even more outstanding than Fatty Kid ,for Arjumon Sinek was a MonKyu Human, the rarest of Human Subrace among the 5 known Ones, known and renowned for their Mana-Mastery & Mana-pool in the world of Nashirah. The Current Emperor of the Human Race himself is a Monkyu Human,so one can guess their Prestige.
He Like any other Monkyu Human,had a Silver Moonlike Beautiful Hair Color, with his melancholic Golden Sun like Eyes as Warm & compassionate as the Sun, coupled with his already slightly more Mature & Oval Beautiful face coupled with his Scholarly Gentlemanly Disposition , all the girls in the Carriage were already swept by his Handsomeness.
"Damn Show-Off", Sargon had never seen nor had ever imagined that such a Heaven-Shaking Man could exist. If looks could kill, Arjumon would have died a horrible death.
"Hmm, Hanim?? ", Brother Yanz gestured Dark Elvess Samantha.
"Yes Brother Yanz guessed it right. He is the Son of One of Four External Cities Governed by our Sect, while Arjumon's Sinek Ancestor was once a Guest Elder during Sect Establishment Era."
"Oh Oh. So that's it. ", Brother Yanz had a certain change of tactics towards his 'Junior' Brother.
Later through Conversation Yanz as well as Sargon who was placing his Ear on the Talks came to know how they this Weird-Group had met in the Capital.
Long-Story Short , Arjumon & Rockarna had came to Capital to have fresh-Air, this aristocratic young master, but during their journey the Elder protecting him while saving these Duo from Bandit also known as Tribulation Cultivators was severely injured & was currently recuperating in the Capital while issuing a Sect Mission through Sect Guest Station, the Mission was picked by Dark-Elf Senior Sister Samantha ,as she too was returning to the Sect.
Just a Sight-Seeing event turned to this Serious Mission losing huge Spirit Stones. These two were bound to be Scolded & reprimanded by their Elders as soon as they returned Home.
"Alright Younglings See the Capital for the Last Time . We are moving towards the sect. ", the Senior Darvik then commanded the Carriage as soon as she got out of the Guest Station, boarding the Carriage ready to depart.
"kaaahdzzz ", a Drum like carrying sound was emitted from the Steeds as they moved out of the Capital through the Streets.
Sargon saw those High-End Walls of the Capital from the ground-up although it was not Tall as he would expect from the Xianxia Fantasies, he was not the same Boy he first thought that question, these 30ft Outer Walls were just serving as Boundary to stop some Awakened Grade Beast or some low-level Small Sized Houtian Grade Beast .
It mainly served as Foundation for the Formation so that Formation can easily tap into Energy from the Grade 5 Spirit Vein underground and can also enhance the Defense of the Formation,as there are Beat-Killer CrossBows & Explosion Cannons fitted on the top of the Wall.
Sargon in his 14 year stay at the Capital only had faced Beast-Rampage Once when he was 4 yrs old. Thereupon he had the Fortune to see the Formation of the Capital becoming activated with frequent Projectiles from the Crossbrows & occasional Bombardments from Cannons.
It has almost been 10 years since. But Sargon knows full well that although there is Peace , these frequent Beast Rampages are never gonna stop, as the Monster Beast which have their own Blood-Inheritance sort of Cultivation are still considerably numerous with enormous Reproductive Prowess & occupy even some major Spiritual Veins & lands for their own Progress & some Paragons even have Spiritual Intelligence not weaker than Humans.
After some thinking & reasoning Sargon grew bored of just watching the Scenario & soon slept.
When he woke up , it was already 5 Am at the morning. Looking around it seems he was the 1st to wake up. He found that there were no Seniors inside the Carriage.
Suddenly he noticed that the Carriage was not moving much . But the Magic Circle was activated in the floor of Carriage to make it seem as if it was moving. Plus it had an extra effect of dampening the Sound outside the Carriage.
He hurriedly peeked through the Curtains with his anxious eyes & sweaty palms.
"Attack !" It was an attack. Not From the Bandits or other Sentinel Races but From the Tribe of Goblins.