Awakened: SSS Ranked Soul king

Chapter 98 Mysterious hole

"Yes, the strike force is an exceedingly powerful and important arm of the camp, your friend is lucky to be part of it," inside the forest, Guilliman, Morgan, Jemie, and the old man (whom they later discovered was named Wilson) could be seen walking steadily.

This wasn't Claw Wood Forest, but unlike the rest of the Ravens Wood Forest, the outposts surrounding the three houses had been thoroughly cleared of exceedingly dangerous threats.

"Yes, she's quite talented, but I bet the people from the Aaron family would overshadow her by a lot. It's worrying," Guilliman smiled at the old man, looking down at him.

He was now 16 years of age, and having spent a few months in this world, Guilliman had grown not only in age but in size. He was now tall—not as much as Jemie and Barthold—but he could easily tower over this old man.

"Hahaha, I understand the sentiment. Those monsters are something else," the old man said with a laugh. Not everyone in the Aaron family was extremely talented.

Even though their genes were strong, strength was not defined by just that. So respect could only be earned.

"Yes... uhh, there's this guy Zarci; he uses short daggers. I wonder if you know what style he trains in? I really admire that style," Guilliman asked in a skewed manner. He obviously didn't care about this Zarci—the kid was merely at level 6. He would kill him with a blow.

What he was interested in was forming a sort of student-master relationship with the old man. He wanted him to feel obligated to help him or provide information to him. Since the old man himself wasn't that powerful, he would find a way to compensate.

"Ehhh, yes, I know the kid. But I don't think you'll be able to learn his technique. It's a secret of the clan," the old man, Wilson, shook his head as they slowly walked forward.

Over the past few days, he had grown to like this kid quite a lot. He was proactive in searching for meat and was also interested in stories and tales. He was only 16, after all; it felt like speaking to his grandchild.

"Ahh, bummer." Guilliman's facial expression descended into a depressed one.

"What's going on? Is he still going to that place?" All of a sudden, Morgan asked Guilliman with a look of bland curiosity on his face.

It wasn't until joining Victoria and her cohort that he really understood the extent of Guilliman's abilities. At first, he thought his summons was only limited to the wolf and swordfish. It wasn't until he saw the guy controlling an insect that he truly understood how versatile it was.

"Hmm, yeah. That's the routine—whatever is in that hole must be special to him," Guilliman replied, not an ounce of care in his voice.

He had killed a flea not too long ago; it was a beast in the sense that it had the ability to fly more silently than most ordinary insects. But if he were to tag it with a rank... it wouldn't qualify to be ordinary.

However, it did have the ability to serve his purpose, which was to spy on whomever he wanted to spy on without bringing any suspicion.

For the past few days, the old man Wilson would come to this swamp, and all of a sudden he would break off from the team to go do his thing. At first, Guilliman thought it was something important, like the secrets being hidden by the Aaron family.

However, every time he looked into the hole under this tree, he would only see a hallowed ground with nothing but decayed meat, which the old man would bring.

It felt like a complete waste of time the more he looked into it, but he couldn't just stop.

"Should we ask him what he's doing? Or maybe just surprise him?" Jemie smiled, looking in the direction of the old man.

Whatever he was doing didn't seem important, so he felt no caution when dealing with it. Scaring the old man might be fun, though.

"Sigh, you keep getting weirder," Guilliman sneered at Jemie's sadistic idea.