Chapter 6 (beta)

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Allen had a trace of a smile on his face, as he slowly nodded to himself...

It was a cozy little room, Allen's office, a bookshelf on one side adjacent to a window that permitted the sun to peer in. a wooden floor and a small desk, another shelf to the further end with some artifacts and doors on either side.

Cyer was dead, even though Allen had his reservations with the kid he still took to him... Accepting him into his guild, he took him as an apprentice. Cyer was a promising lad.

Allen exited his office, walking calmly, he entered a lively hall, people drinking and dining, laughing and crying, fighting and prying, His guild hall was always this lively.

Allen moved to the bulletin boards as his Assassins raised their heads, looking at him, the clamor shaping into a mummer and then that to silence as Allen went to the ranking charts, placing his finger on Cyer's name he moved it to the rank of Den Master.

Allen had several dens that his guild occupied, located far and wide. A den master Assassin was one who would have autonomy over one of these dens. It was another way of saying Cyer had graduated from his apprentice ship.

The hall burst out in cheers, people who had made bets paying up, there was a lively clamor again as all eyes still rested on Allen.

"I would like all of your attention," Allen started in a light voice. "I have a few things to say"

There was silence in the hall as everyone quieted down to listen to him, everyone except a group of five assassins who were still eating, slurping their food. The silence in the hall only making the sounds they were making more prominent.

Allen put a hand on his forehead, shaking his face...

Ignoring the nuance he continued,

"Cyer, who was my apprentice until yesterday, is no longer such..."

There was pleasant cheering, "furthermore, He was promoted to den master, based on the evaluation of his, judgement, skills, loyalty to the creed and lastly because he completed his hundredth assignment." more claps followed.

"A bit of bad news is that, Cyer is dead." Allen continued in the same tone.

Most of the older assassins, just shook their heads, while the younger ones were shocked. A lot of smiles turned to frowns as a few handed back the money they had won along with what they had lost.

Assassins dying was not that uncommon and for those who dabbled with death, it was even more so easier to digest the death of a comrade, it was only those that they were close with that they lamented, and Cyer as most saw him was an outsider. He was already an assassin when he joined Allen, apparently Allen had no choice but to accept him.

"And seeing as my own apprentice and a den master has passed away, I would like to hold a funeral."

This time everyone, even the noisy ones at the back momentarily froze.

A short funeral ceremony was normal but to hold a mass. A gathering of assassins. It was as though asking their enemies to attack them if they dared.

To hold such an event Allen must be plotting something big, that much was clear, or so thought the killers in the room, but if there was one person they trusted, it was their master. His word was law and each and every one of them owed their lives to him.

"As such I want all members of our guild, to gather at the location that I decide... other than the assassins I warrant myself, I expect none to be absent." Allen paused and looked at all the surprised, confused and quite a few unconcerned eyes, "convey the message, and send for grandeur immediately, also Tell Lina to report to my office."

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 01, 2018 ⏰

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