Aegis of the Sun

7. That Shithead in across town

Outside, it's still pouring. Spilling all the water that had previously formed on the gray clouds enveloping the city, changing it from the pouring rain in the spring.

The thunder came after some time after the rain. The sky out there is still cloudy. Edgar looked in the window to his right, seeing the circumstances outside the Guild that still looked the same. The atmosphere around the front of the Guild is so humid and cold after the stuffy taste had once choked his body. The rain is the right time. Not does he know when it will.

Horald moved back, intending to drain his body and have had to quickly change into his badly sodden clothes. Everyone in the guild was worried if both would get a fever after this. They don't even know how to Juildith is after what happened to them both like this.

Edgar was still thinking that the man didn't expect anyone to do that to a member of Red Raven. Edgar drew his breath, then breathed out like a derelict. From where he sat, he could still see the wide open bedroom door, where he saw someone in his dark, green robe he had always seen.

Edgar barely knew who the mage was living with him at red raven like this.

Zhippy, a nineteen - year - old man with pale white hair who apparently was the same age as one of his colleagues, Liza. Zhippy's an expert on healing magic.

Zhippy's thieving skills aren't as good as the rest of the Red Raven's crew, if it comes to a case like this, it's the guy who's gonna be in the front row, giving it his best to the guild.

By comparison with him, Edgar, only the one capable of creating a traditional medicine he had learned somewhere. Unfortunately he doesn't remember where he could have done that, long ago. When Fyerith fell down the stairs and found a serious scar on the boy's right leg when Fyerith was eight or nine years old at the time. And Zhippy doesn't have what it takes right now.

So, that's why Edgar doesn't want to learn more about abilities like that, because he relies more on white-haired men like Zhippy doing his job. Anyway, the entire Guild depends heavily on such young men.

Zhippy is the guy with the shady facial expression. Compared with all the red raven's crew that did most of his work as robbers, Zhippy was one of the branch workers who was a sreyan, commonly called the young physician in Ortania. He was also an orphan who had learned the healer's magic long before Dryzell picked it up.

Edgar hopes the kid can do his job well and hopefully the Juildith can get well.

Edgar remembered something, too, that the two of them had just come back from out of town for his job selling things on the black market there. But it is to whoever is responsible for doing this to both Red Raven seniors.

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It was starting to get late when the valley came blasting through the tightly closed doors of the guild. It was not uncommon that Dryzell was not there, even when some matter had just happened to horald and Juildith.

"Where's Dryzell?" Ask Horald who was in the Juildith's room. Edgar, who came into a cramped room with a stack of dirty clothes in the corner, unable to lift his shoulders enough to answer Horald's questions.

"I thought you knew." Says horald at last. "By the time I got back this afternoon, the old man was nowhere to be seen. That's rather catchy. Usually he always comes to me after I go back to the guild with that creepy look on his face." Edgar answered as he chuckled. He was finally standing near the body of Juildith, lying on a small straw bed. Wrapped in a blanket because Zhippy said that the man had a high fever.

Edgar did see the forehead of Juildith in a wet towel, along with a bruise on the lip. There are a few bandages around his stable body.

Zhippy's still in the same room with him. The person has been staying in the Juildith suite since before because he still needs to keep his conscious.

"Zhippy, how is Juildith now?" Ask Edgar to look at the white-haired man across the sofa bed. He saw Zhippy focusing his gaze on a faded piece of brown book in his hand.

Zhippy just shut down the book after Edgar asked him. Because from the moment horald moved in, they didn't talk to each other because they were both in the middle of something. The real horald was struggling with his head before Edgar showed up.

"He's better, don't worry. Juildith will be awake by nightfall." Said Zhippy. The man had just left his post, walked into the closed window. Zhippy's hands stretch forward, and then open the window wide enough to make a faint light at the end of the night fill up this drafty room.

Edgar cursed the bloody souls as soon as he realized there were a pile of dirty clothes in the corner.

"Do you remember the last time this guy washed all those dirty clothes?" Asked Edgar, who without turning his gaze on the two men. Horald shake his head from scratch. But Zhippy answered Edgar's question.

"Last week, maybe." He said origin. Edgar squeaks then throws back his gaze on a pile of more like a garbage dump just like that. "He's so dirty." He said a little mad. "Should I throw all those clothes in the lake?" The hull.

Zhippy cocked his random smile. "Just try." He said. The man breathes fresh air. The cold is still marked although the rain has stopped since the sun began its descent toward the west.

"Horald, what if Dryzell finds out about this matter later?" Edgar said a little worried. Horald didn't respond to Edgar just now. He was still budging to look the other way with a look of excitement.

"Horald." Call Edgar back once more as he touches the man's shoulder. Only then did horald realize and disperse his reverberation.

"What if Dryzell found out about this? Especially if she sees the condition of the Juildith right now." Edgar said. "He should know this, shouldn't he? Especially those bastards who have attacked Juildith are the enemies of Dryzell." Horald answered.

Edgar wrinkled his forehead. "The enemy of Dryzell? I didn't even know about that." Said the confusion. Because he only thought that the man had never been involved in any action before that a man like Dryzell had quit his profession as an 'Evil Bandit' since his age had entered the seventies.

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