The Forgotten Slayer-Chapter 13: Joining the Guild

Clyde had only been to this guildhall once before. As he set foot in the building the beautiful interior design had him stunned like last time. In comparison to the one in Galon, this was in a league of its own. Perhaps it was because Avalor is one of the largest cities in the country.

A row of pillars on Clyde's left and right was like a guiding pathway to the assignment board and the registration booth. Beyond the pillars on both sides was a ton of tables and stools likely for the patrons of the guild.

On his way to register Clyde looked at some of those patrons. Some were drowning in their own sorrows, while others seemed to be having a celebration. Many times slayers would go on assignments in groups, especially if the target was a powerful entity. It only makes sense that no one is guaranteed to survive anything in life, of course it takes time for certain people to realize this.

As Clyde was halfway down the room a tall burly man tripped over himself falling towards Clyde. Stepping out of the way, Clyde watched the man fall flat on his stomach.

'An idiot.'

Just a moment went by and Clyde continued moving forward, however he was interrupted.

"Watch where you're going boy."

Clyde turned around to see the apparently drunken figure standing up. Once he was at his full height Clyde was able to clearly evalute the man. He was roughly a foot over Clyde's own height, additionally his clothing wasn't that of an ordinary adventurer. He was a knight of Avalor. Clyde could tell because despite not wearing armor, the man displayed the symbol of brotherhood on his jaded silk vest. It would be best not to cause any trouble.

"My mistake."

Clyde began to turn around when the man put his hand on Clyde's shoulder. The size of his hand was large enough to cover the entirety of the shoulder.

"Yeah it was your mistake, so how about you give me some compensation."

At this point many members of the guild in addition to bystanders looked at the center of the room.

'I'd rather not bring so much attention to myself at the moment but this guy isn't giving me a choice.'

"Well sir, I don't have any currency on me at all which was why I came here. I'm not sure how I could compensate you."

The man looked confused and shook his head while tightening his grip on Clyde's shoulder.

"If you don't have anything then why don't you just give your life to me?"

Clyde's face remained motionless despite the man's remark and the whispers of the crowd that was becoming larger.

"I suggest you take your hand off me before you do anything rash. After all it's clear you have a reputation to uphold."

As he said that Clyde pointed his bandaged arm at the insignia on the man's clothing.

"Are you trying to threaten me?! You saw what I'm apart of and you seriously think you're gonna do anything about it."

Someone that seemed to be the man's friend rushed up to him.

"Come on Brock let's get out of here."

Brock looked at his friend and shoved him to the ground.

"I can't do that, this little guy thinks he can threaten me."

Directing his voice back to Clyde, Brock continued.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Clyde, im also the man who believes in second chances, so listen to your friend and leave."

"Well Clyde, im the man who is -"

Brock was cut off whenever Clyde sent volts of electricity through his own shoulder into Brock's hand traveling to his body.

The pain was soon felt in Clyde's own shoulder but he wasn't left with much choice. It's hard to reason with people like that. Brock did look like he was in pain but Clyde made sure not to seriously hurt him, or at least he thinks he will be fine.

Once the initial shock spread through Brock's body, smoke was coming out of his mouth and ears. With his grasp on Clyde broken he swayed a little bit and fell onto the hard floor once again.

To a viewer of the fight it seemed as if Brock was beaten by being looked at by the small man below him.

Clyde believing that it was all over turned back around to finally register with the guild. As he turned around onlookers were full of fear.

"Everyone I'm sorry for the disruption, please continue on with yourselves."

'Perhaps they would want to hear that.'

It worked a little bit as everyone broke back into their own groups but they were all whispering, and the topic was unanimous.

This confused Clyde a little bit because it wasn't like a brawl was out of the ordinary in a place like this. It was possible he just offended someone with a dangerous background. At first Clyde did seem worried because of the insignia but then he also realized that someone involved as a knight would not allow themselves to get drunk in public. This led Clyde to believe he must have been a retired solider which meant he didn't have as much pull with the brotherhood.

As he reached the registration counter young girl remained looking at the floor and was visably shaken.

"Hello I would like to register with the guild."

Regaining her composure, the girl looked back up and Clyde and handed him a piece of paper.

"Sounds great, I just need you to fill this form out and then follow me to another room so that we can test the purity of your magic."

As Clyde was filling the paper out at a nearby table he began to feel nervous. The reason he was denied membership in the past was because he didn't have a good connection to magic. To figure out how potent your magic is you would put your hands onto a crystal ball and focus your energy into it. From there the ball would change colors signifying your grade. Everytime Clyde tried previously he would get a grey ashen color which was showing that he was a borderline dormant magic user. To be fair his previous use of magic wasn't anything crazy. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't tried to use that magic at all since he got new abilities. Combining the two would prove to be a powerful tool.

Clyde finished writing what was required of him and returned the paper to the girl.

"Alright follow me."

She exited the booth leading Clyde down a hallway into a room. Despite the state of this guild compared to the rest, the testing area was almost identical.

"Ok Clyde, all you need to do is place both of your hands on this ball, put your energy into and a color will produce. Assuming you have at least forty percent potency you can join."

Placing his hands onto the ball, Clyde allocated his energy towards it.

The clear ball turned into the familiar ashen color. Clyde began to feel a sense of despair but before he could the color changed again. The ball became a light shade of blue, then green, and purple. Many different colors were circulating.

Glancing over at the young girl she appeared to be as suprised as he was.

"What does this mean?"

She took a moment to answer.

"I don't know for sure but you are definitely qualified to join. I see colors representing far above the required forty percent. If anything I would say this means your adaptability to magic isn't bound. That would make you one of the rarest people to ever exist."

'If what she's saying is true then this is great news, but I shouldn't let many people know about this.'

"I would like you to keep this much a secret, if I may ask what is your name?"

"I'm Daisy, I will just select a green shaded sixty percent on the test results. With someone of your caliber I'm sure we will see each other often. I'm just glad I get a finders fee."

With that Daisy hummed her way out of the room leaving Clyde alone.

'Makes me wonder what I really did during that trial.'

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Clyde looked at the room one more time and return to the entrance of the guild. Stepping back into the streets of Avalor, Clyde decided to go back to the inn and get the rest that was asked of him. After all the current expenses were paid by Avelyn so he should take advantage of it before he has to start taking jobs again. Of course once he was officially registered as a student he could live at the academy. But that idea was a foreign concept to someone like Clyde.