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It's summer vacation! Since everyday I'm free to play, I'll be releasing the weekly preview of the following chapters, maybe on Mondays. Except for Chapter VII, summer vacation just started now and I've just used up some of my spare time today. So here it is, I hope you like it!

"Author's Note: *Click* Oh hi there, sorry for being rude in the recent chapter, hehehe my bad. In this part, we’ll see how… oh yeah…  *turns voice into a begging noble about to be killed* Nightwatcher don’t be a spoiler, nooo , you’ll ruin our appetite!!!

Chapter VII: In the mind of a herald

Regnard thought about the "distraction” he was about to make. Then, he went to Reiner for his plan’s approval.

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"Reiner, I would like to cause a violent disturbance at Doreen’s, the best and largest inn here at Rarus.” Regnard announced proudly.

"Ah. The best inn at Rarus. Be sure to grab a drink or two for me.” Reiner approved, "Here, take this. This will be much more useful for your travels.” Reiner hands him a leather-bound and worn book entitled "ITER NOTA”.

"Thanks? I guess.” Regnard tried to appreciate it, although it doesn’t look any useful.

"Don’t worry. That book is enchanted. Whoever bears it will have their path cleared by Fate Master Omnipotent.” Reiner explained.

"What do you mean?” Regnard asked.

"Well, try to understand it yourself.” He smirked teasingly. Making Regnard storm off the room.

Regnard went to the exit portal. He was teleported on a busy, noisy street in Rarus. He quickly went to the alleys; he wanted to hide as people would wonder how he appeared there from nowhere.

He took a deep breath. His first mission was about to begin…

As he entered the inn, his eardrums were quickly filled with a decent blend of music, chatting, the sound of silverware scraping food and a tiny smell of beer. The music wasn’t any normal one; it was enchanted to give anyone who hears it, will have a pleasant mood.

He walks toward a table, the smile of the people are too infectious, that he couldn’t help it but smirk too. He orders two bottles of ale from the bartender, three to be exact. As he receives his bottle, he pays for it and keeps the two.

Suddenly, a man laughed heartily. "Perfect.” Regnard whispered to himself. He tied a rope at a leg of a drunken man’s chair, while nobody is looking. He walked to a distance and pulled the rope as strong as he can. It surprised the drunken man; it made the chair slip and the guy’s face hit the table. Regnard, quick as a blink of an eye, threw the other end of the rope to the man who laughed heartily, framing him for the violent prank he just set up. He turned his back and pretended to see nothing.

The man still laughed, and the drunkard, who was now hot-headed from humiliation and his bleeding gum, searched for the hooligan. He tracked the rope and saw it was near the laughing maniac. He stood up and punched the face of the framed man, without even asking or questioning. The laughter faded away from his face, and soon reacted. He grabbed the drunkard by the shoulder and headbutted him in the face.

Then, the brawl started.

Regnard threw wooden bowls into the air, some of it landing on people’s head. Those who saw the victims of the airborne bowls laughed and laughed. The ones who were hit flew into rage and joined the brawl. Regnard was the only one who wasn’t involved. He escaped from the windows, since the security and guards will be coming from the front door.

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