Veylan's tone carried a note of respect. "He is my… associate. You may call him Kairn. His talents are best left undescribed in detail."
The assassin did not speak. He simply inclined his head slightly, as though confirming the introduction.
Lark greeted them with the courtesy their reputations deserved, though he still did not know why they had co. Invited them to sit on chairs. Then they all moved and sat together on chais. Not all only Lark and Veylan sat. Their loyal ones stood behind them chairs. They sat opposite side of round table.
Lark spoked with respect . "Then what business does the richest man in the world have with , especially during these tis?"
"It's about Ren." Veylan's voice grew quieter, heavier. "You know this na Watson?"
Lark nodded slowly tilted his head and replied...
" Yes, I know him."
"He is my son." Veylan spoked.
Lark amazed but he didn't expressed his expressions. Helly too. Then Veylan continued to tell...
"He and Ren are friends. Or… they were. But Ren does not know who my son truly is, and for reasons, I cannot share, I preferred it that way, but circumstances have changed. So i want to talk with Ren."
Lark nodded slowly, letting him continue.
"When I went to see my son… he looked at as if I were a stranger. He said he didn't know . Sothing or soone has taken his mories of ."
"Sir, I think you didnt read that article. What happened and what will happen. In that we ntioned everything about parasite attack and ancient civilizations. It's all because of them. They wanted to fulfill their desires. Im that Watson also be their victim. That's why he lost his mories."
Veylan's hands tightened on the armrest of his chair. "Ohh. I don't know about it. But I researched and I have a way to bring back his mories. I know sothing was happened but that ti in news they told that new parasite found. It devoured the human brain and be them Zombies."
"Yes, sir in starting we also thought that. But after everything truth is infront of us."
" Fortunately, and my family survived that. We are hide in my Iceland. We are tried to contact Watson. We succeed to contact him. But at that ti we were late. He already affected by that parasite. So we moved him towards here. And sir, Kiratava cured him. Thanks to them. He is safe."
"Yes, sir. Sir Kiratava cured many. It's too late but we succeed to cure so. Our plan was to cure every one but before that this war like situation built and we had to go their."
"Anyway. What happened is happened. Now we think about future. So there is only one way I know to restore them. A tribe. Hidden. Old as the first kingdoms. They guard knowledge of the mind, of mory, of what lies between the two."
Lark's brows furrowed. "And you want Ren to find them?"
"Yes."
"You could hire an army to search for them," Lark pointed out.
"I could," Veylan said, "but it would be useless. This tribe maybe live in the other dinsion. Their location is unknown. They exist in the stories of travelers and the whispers of scholars. And yet… so say those they choose to et can learn more than just the art of restoring mory."
"Other dinsion? Really, so how can he find them. It's quite obvious that your army not found them." Lark shocked and asked. His eyebrows lifted when Veylan revealed that maybe ancient tribe lived in the other dinsion.
"He will. You just have to bring Ren to the grand chamber. There we will discuss everything in detail." Veylan answered. In his face calm, gentle smile seen.
"Okay, I'll do that." Lark nodded slowly, his fingers drumming lightly on the table as if lost in thought. Then he leaned back, raising an eyebrow. "But what's the benefit for Ren in this? Because… we have other plans for him too." He tilted his head slightly.
Kairn spoke for the first ti, his voice like a blade sliding from its sheath. "If Ren goes, he will not return unchanged. His path will cross with dangers, people, and powers that will either shape him… or break him."
"I am not being greedy. This will be good for Ren as well. He will have the chance to explore the world and learn new things. I know sothing similar happened to his parents, so he might be able to help them too. I will cover the cost of his entire journey. I will bear all his expenses and take care of his parents until he learns the art and finds them."
The chamber fell silent again.
Lark looked between the two of them. "And if I refuse?"
Veylan t his eyes without flinching. "Then my son remains lost to . And perhaps Ren remains… less than what he could be. Also he will not bring back his parents mories."
The crystals on the wall pulsed faintly, as though sensing the weight of the decision that hung in the air.
Lark finally exhaled. "I'll speak to him. At the end his decision will conclude. If the richest man said that army can't do anything, then their is sothing serious."
"Yes, you are right. Sothing is serious." He paused and then spoked... "I already sent so soldiers," Veylan said quietly. "Three tis. At that place where travelers wrote. None of them succed."
Lark tilted his head. "So how Ren will find them?"
Veylan replied. "he will. I've heard whispers of what he's done. Even without knowing much about mana and magic. After so many failed attempts, he is the last hope. Also he is Watson's good friend and he will find them for him and his family. Also if I will announce about Watson then my enemy will try to kill him. He is my only son and in this type of situations I can trust only in so peoples like you and Ren."
"Ohh. You are right sir. Thanks to keep trust on . I will give reply to you soon as possible." Lark said with respect.
"I know after war, you all are busy. I'm in no hurry. You can take your ti." Veylan replied calmly.
"Thank you sir to understand our situation." Lark said.
The room fell into a brief silence after their words. Lark leaned back in his chair, studying the two.
"I'm sorry bcz before i didn't ask you to eat or drink sothing first.You've co a long way. At least stay the night. My people can arrange rooms for you."
Veylan shook his head with a polite smile. "We appreciate it, but we have to return. There's still work waiting for us."
Kairn glanced at Lark. "You look exhausted yourself. Get so rest. Tomorrow will bring enough of its own troubles."
Lark let out a quiet chuckle. "You sound like my own people."
"Then take it as friendly advice," Veylan replied.
For a mont, they exchanged nods no grand farewells, just the quiet respect of n who understood each other's burdens.
Kairn's shadow stretched across the floor, curling upward in a slow wave. The darkness wrapped around the two visitors, and in the space of a heartbeat, they were gone.
In a blink, the two figures were gone. Leaving only the faint chill of the magic behind.
Lark sat alone. Helly was beside him, staring at the place they'd stood, his thoughts drifting toward Ren and the path now set before him.
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