Uncle Fu is Leaving

Uncle Fu Was Leaving

Five more days had passed since the rumor incident. After Christiana clarified things, the rumors gradually dispersed, though some were still circulating in the dark, of course not daring to let the academy catch them, or they would be expelled.

As for Diya, ever since he had left the academy that day and officially withdrawn, he had never appeared in Carlos Academy again. Christiana did not know why, but she kept feeling heavy-hearted these past few days, as if she had lost something important. She was gloomy and unhappy; aside from attending classes, she spent basically all her time on the second-floor balcony of the pavilion, looking at that lake.

Porter, Frank, and Clarena, as people of the academy, naturally knew about the rumors as well. Of course, all of them believed those were rumors. Such an outstanding instructor could not possibly take a liking to a piece of trash. Whether in terms of strength or age, the gap between them was far too great.

However, because of this, they also felt extremely displeased. There was no reason for it; they were simply displeased in their hearts, so they decided to teach Diya a lesson and make him remember it well. Only, before long, word had already spread through the academy that Diya had withdrawn of his own accord, causing their wishful abacus to fall empty.

"I suggest we go to his house and teach him a beating," Porter immediately proposed. The proposal was passed, and the three decided to pick a time—at the very least, they had to act together when all three of them were free.

After all, as children of nobles, especially since Porter and Frank were both eldest sons who would inherit their fathers' titles in the future, they had other knowledge to learn in addition to their studies at the academy. As for Clarena, her older brother was the eldest son, so the title would not be hers to inherit; however, she was the daughter most beloved by her father.

"We'll see when the time comes. Acting together is what makes it interesting. I'm going to leave a sword scar on that trash's face. I'll definitely make him remember," Porter said with a snort.

"Then I'll leave him a flame mark too. One on the left, one on the right—just right as a pair," Clarena said, clapping her hands, as if this were such a delightful thing.

During these five days, Diya had not gone to the academy again, and he rarely stayed at home either. With Adam there, Diya very much did not want to stay. To put it simply, he and Adam had no common language. So every day, Diya would run outside the city, find some large rocks, and practice his physical strength. After five days, his strength had grown another step.

That day, just as dawn broke, Diya was about to go out.

"Wait." Adam called out to Diya from behind and lowered his voice. "In a little while, my father and I will be leaving this place. My father hopes you'll leave with us too, but your strength is too weak. I won't bring you. Go talk to my father yourself. These are three gold coins. If you don't spend them recklessly, they'll be enough for you to live on for several years."

As he spoke, Adam even took out three glittering gold coins. Under the morning sun, they flashed with light, extremely dazzling, pricking Diya's eyes until they faintly ached.

"I won't go with you, and I won't take your money." Diya did not even glance at Adam. This kind of face was really... Diya walked straight into the house. Uncle Fu was busy in the room packing luggage.

"Young Master, you're up. Hurry and pack your luggage. In a little while, a carriage will come to pick us up and take us away from here. Once we reach the Templar Dynasty, we'll live better days," Uncle Fu said with a beaming smile.

"Uncle Fu, I've already grown up. I should have my own road. You and Adam should go to Templar. I'm leaving here too, to search for the road that belongs to me. Now my body has begun to recover, and it's become stronger than ordinary people's. I can already cultivate battle aura," Diya said with a smile, in this final warm moment.

"Young Master, you aren't leaving with us?" Uncle Fu stopped what he was doing and looked at Diya in surprise.

"No, Uncle Fu. You don't need to persuade me. I've already decided on my own road. Live well in Templar. I'll definitely go to the Templar Dynasty to find you. When the time comes, I'll be checking to see a healthy, happy Uncle Fu," Diya said with a smile.

"But, Young Master..."

"All right, Uncle Fu. I already said it—my body has recovered, and it's still getting stronger. I can already cultivate battle aura. Once I find a suitable battle aura cultivation method at the academy, I'll go train on my own. You also know that becoming a strong person has always been my dream. So just set your mind at ease and go enjoy life with Adam. Once my strength is enough, I'll naturally go find you," Diya directly interrupted Uncle Fu.

"All right, all right. Since Young Master has already made up his mind, then let it be this way. Did Adam give you the gold coins? Young Master, you must take them. With those few gold coins, you won't need to go earn money, and you can cultivate battle aura in peace," Uncle Fu said, sighing. Uncle Fu had also seen the changes in Diya over these days. Even when his own body had been at its best, he had not possessed Diya's kind of strength, so he was relatively reassured.

"I took them, so you don't need to worry," Diya said with a smile.

Chatting idly with Uncle Fu, Diya helped Uncle Fu pack the luggage. Before long, the sound of a carriage came from outside the house, and Adam's voice also came in. Diya helped Uncle Fu carry out the bags and bundles and put them onto the carriage. This was a carriage pulled by two Camel-Horse Beasts. It looked ordinary in style; with one glance, it was obvious it was for commoners to ride.

Camel-Horse Beasts were a kind of ordinary beast: fast, with ample endurance, and easy to keep and raise. They were usually used as simple means of transportation.

Adam supported Uncle Fu onto the carriage and ducked into the carriage compartment. The carriage turned around. Uncle Fu opened the window curtain and looked at Diya. "Young Master, I'm leaving. You must take good care of yourself. Remember not to get into conflicts with others."

"I know, Uncle Fu. I'll take good care of myself. You also have to take good care of yourself," Diya answered with a smile. He did not know why, but a few traces of sourness suddenly surfaced in his heart, and it seemed as if something in his eyes was about to fall, as if something incomparably important was about to be lost. That feeling was extremely unbearable.

The carriage gradually went farther and farther away, and Uncle Fu was also pulled back into the compartment by Adam. Diya stood quietly where he was, watching the carriage disappear from sight. The wind blew past.

Diya's eyes were red. He rubbed them himself and said softly with a nasal voice, "The wind's picked up."

"Little Plum, I think right now you should run over to Christiana, then hold her and bawl your eyes out, and then, heh heh heh heh," Diablo's voice sounded again, instantly diluting Diya's sorrow at parting.

"You really are ****." As he spoke, Diya returned to the house and quietly sat on the long bench in the courtyard. Only when the sun became blazing and its light on his body began to turn hot did Diya come back to himself. He froze. Before he knew it, it was already noon. His stomach was a little hungry. He would look for something to eat first.

In the kitchen, there were still a few pieces of bread and a large cup of milk. Taking them as lunch, Diya finished all the bread and milk, then let out a satisfied sigh. Immediately after, he walked out of the courtyard, locked the courtyard gate, and headed toward the outside of the city.

He had eaten his fill for lunch, but dinner was still unsettled. Although there were still some silver coins in his pocket, he could not just sit and eat up the mountain until it was empty. He should go to the Twilight Rainforest and take a look.

With his current body, as long as he did not go deep into the rainforest's interior, Diya's safety would still not be a problem. If he had Diablo's protection, even entering the rainforest's interior would be completely fine.

Walking quickly, Diya's speed surpassed that of ordinary people. At this moment, it was the time of day when the sun was most blazing. There were very few pedestrians on the road; most of them were hiding at home. The guards watching the city gate leaned listlessly on their long spears and were about to fall asleep.

When Diya rushed past, they lifted their heads for a look, then lowered them again, as if dozing. Diya spent some time and once again arrived in the Twilight Rainforest, with that deep, quiet feeling and dusk-like light.

His footsteps lightly stepped on withered branches and fallen leaves. Diya naturally walked into the Twilight Rainforest. Incomparably tall towering trees and thick clusters of undergrowth everywhere made this place seem fraught with danger as well.

Entering the Twilight Rainforest for the second time, Diya was completely a different person. The current him appeared extremely confident. Even if he encountered a Crimson Blood Python again, Diya had confidence that he could kill it the instant it appeared. But unfortunately, Diya did not encounter a Crimson Blood Python. What was fortunate was that he encountered a Bristle Boar.

With sharp tusks curving upward like barbs, the Bristle Boar, upon seeing Diya, immediately took up its stance, preparing to charge and deal Diya a fatal blow.

After a few grunting cries, the Bristle Boar's four hooves flew, and the ground trembled slightly as it charged toward Diya like a truck. Diya's eyes focused, and he swiftly entered a state of readiness, forgetting everything around him. When the Bristle Boar was about five meters away, Diya flicked his right hand. A faint sliver of silver light flashed. The Bristle Boar let out a miserable grunt, its body rolling forward unnaturally. After it sprawled open, its whole body twitched, and a large amount of fresh blood flowed from the area of its heart.

Before long, the Bristle Boar stopped twitching. Diya walked over, exerted strength with both hands, and lifted the entire wild boar. The current Diya could completely lift a three-hundred-jin heavy object with both arms, and this Bristle Boar was only around two hundred jin, so naturally there was no difficulty.

Having not seen Diya for five days, Christiana did not know why her heart kept thinking of him. Could it be that I've really fallen for him? As soon as she thought this, Diya's face could not help but appear in Christiana's mind. Taking a deep breath, Christiana walked toward the dean's office. Before long, she left the dean's office again. Her cheeks flushed, carrying a tiny bit of secret delight, Christiana walked out of the school gate.

In her hand, she was still holding a piece of parchment. Faintly, some lines could be seen sketched upon it. Christiana looked at that piece of parchment, her crystalline, fair fingers pointing at those lines, then lifted her head to look around before walking forward. From time to time, she stopped again to look at the parchment.