Rise of the Nightmare Crestmaster

As the blood of the husk ran down the invisible sword and reveal what happened. The husk had unknowingly impaled itself by jumping as if it wanted to kill itself.

The skill [invisible sword] created a perfect replica of his sword, only he could control it with his mind in five meter radius and it was invisible.

Of course it's invisible only to the naked eye, it still cast a shadow and caused winds when it moved. A perceptive opponent might've noticed it.

Of course it was still deadly and could take one by surprise at the right moment, just like a moment ago.

Aldrich was done charging the attack but he revealed an opening on purpose to abuse the pseudo-intelligence of the level three husks.

Without giving his opponents any chance to react he used [Light step Lv.2] and slashed in one motion unleashing an arc of burning flames and Aurora to the crowed husks.

The combination was beyond deadly, it was akin to a sudden storm destruction rained on the husk rabble and even the surrounding buildings and houses didn't escape the blast.

A cloud of dust and ash engulfed the place entirely and it seemed like the old silence of Voros had returned to the time when Aldrich first came here.

Aldrich marveled at his own power as he panted and heaved trying to catch his breath. Not bad for a first timer eh? He wanted to see what kind of combination could achieve a wide area of effect.

But it was not as easy as it looked, the focus needed to use several skills at once was insane and the consumption of Ether and Aurora doubled.

He could recover his stamina in an hour but it was not so for energy. For that he needed three hours of him just laying down and doing nothing, a dangerous prospect.

Fortunately he didn't exhaust his energies this time around, it was still better than using [True Strike] which completely drained him.

A massive amount of essence orbs was absorbed by him none stop, he no longer needed to come into physical contact to do that anymore.

Aldrich cackled, even in numbers weaklings are weaklings still. Not that long ago he had to flee—er, make a strategic retreat from a similar hoard. And now he annihilated them without breaking a sweat.

Aldrich licked his lips, his eyes shining he made to stride forward, he could kill more, he could unleash his power to even greater devastating effect. And then he stopped in place.

He made a total of eight green orbs tonight and his savings grew to 19 green orbs, more than enough to buy the Bag of Holding.

But Aldrich decided to delay, if he could make this much every day then he should save a bit more and then buy everything he wanted at once.

Aldrich was very well aware that what he needed most now was not a magical armor-set, not a new weapon, not even a Bag of Holding. He needed more Mind Calming agents.

Just now he was almost overcome with bloodlust, he should call it a night. It was a very good gain this time, there was no need to be greedy at the cost of his own sanity.

****

"So, you're sure these are all different kinds of suits?" Aldrich asked Ayemon again.

"Yes, how many times do I have to say it? This here is a morning coat, that is a frock coat the one next to is a dress coat and finally an overcoat. You need all of them and with different color combinations."

Aldrich was standing on a stool and an old man who was both half blond and half bald took his measurements, a younger man took down notes by the side.

This was the tailor Ayemon talked about, interestingly enough it was not one of the ones with a huge board or colorful and stylish letters but it was in the basement of a residential building under a Parithian restaurant.

"White, black, stripped and speckled. These are the most necessary but if you're not some tramp then you have to get sky blue, page and grey colors. Trust me you can't go wrong with this."

"Like I have a choice!" Aldrich complaints fell on deaf ears.

"Hey, hey, I'm not forcing you, if you don't want to see the play in Rosen park theater then walk out. I'm paying for everything so shut up." Ayemon said condescendingly.

"Shit, you're a tyrant!" Aldrich glared at him.

"Glare all you want, I don't see you storming off."

Aldrich was about to flip out after all this taunting. But hey it was on him to pay so why not let him pay? And he can go to a theater for the first time so he swallowed down the insults he had.

The play he wanted to see was called 'Traitor's requiem' but it was too popular and the tickets were sold out a month ago. But somehow this devil got his hands on them.

It was one of the most popular theatrical plays in Vorian now but the troupe is moving around so it was hard to catch a show.

Aldrich hear of it and wanted to see what all the fuss was about. He wanted to see what the high life was like so he mentioned it to Ayemon but who could have known…

"So, there's a matter I think I have to tell you about."

Ayemon and Aldrich sat down in the theater before the show started, there were not that many people around yet.

"What is it?" Aldrich asked curiously.

"It's about the blind priestess that saved you…" Ayemon curled his lips and looked at him, "I think she might be the oracle we were looking for."

"The oracle? W-why do you say that? She's just a—" although he wanted to say that she was just a normal girl he wasn't that delusional.

"So… you mean…" Aldrich couldn't complete the sentence.

But Ayemon understood what he wanted to say, "yep, you're fucked."