《Age of Swordsmen Online》1.5 Chikao the Wise
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The room itself was very big, but due to all the book shelves, which were filled up by books to the last centimeter of available space, it shrank to about half the space of the actual room.
In the middle of the room, there was a wooden table with even more books on it, behind which a man sat on a wooden chair.
The man had a long, white beard, long, white hair, glasses, and wore a long, blue and white garment.
"I haven't talked to him for a long time." Said Kyaga to Itaka
Kyaga walked a few steps forward and sat down on another wooden chair in front of the table.
"Hey, Chikao."
"Hello, Master!" Answered Chikao in a monotonous voice.
Chikao was an NPC, which was created by Kyaga about 2 years ago. He is a fortune-teller NPC. He knows pretty much everything about AOS and can give forecasts on certain events and actions that may happen.
"You've got something to tell me?" Kyaga couldn't come up with something else that he could ask him.
"Today is the last day of AOS, Master!"
"Yeah, I've figured that out myself…" Said Kyaga a bit sad.
"Okay, Master."
"Is there something else?" Asked Kyaga curiously.
"My mind tells me that you are in danger, Master."
Kyaga frightened a bit. "Wh-Why that?"
"I don't know myself, Master."
Kyaga turned to Itaka, who just shrugged. "He probably just means the shutdown."
"Yeah, probably." Answered Kyaga, still a bit frightened.
Kyaga stood up and pushed his chair over to the table again.
"Goodbye forever, Chikao."
"Master?" Chikao looked at him quizzically.
"The shut down of AOS? We can't see ourselves after it."
"There's always a reunion, Master."
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"He's an NPC, he probably just doesn't understand." Said Itaka to the slightly confused Kyaga.
The two left the room again, to go further down the hallway.
Suddenly a display appeared in front of Kyaga. "I think I got a notification, lemme' check really quick." He made two swift touches on the display and was inside his notification box.
'Food will be done in 10 minutes' – Mom
Kyaga sighed. "I'll have to log out soon."
"Okay." Answered Itaka. "Are you coming back when you're done?"
"Probably not, my mom wants to drag me to a family fest or something like this." Answered Kyaga a bit annoyed.
"Oh, Okay… But you're here at 0 A.M.?"
"Imma defiantly be!"
"Okay, that's nice!" Itaka smiled at him. "Okay, bye then I guess?"
"Yep, bye!" Kyaga used his right index finger to swipe down and open the Player-Menu. He pushed the 'Log-Out' Button and everything around him started to slowly 'build itself away' like it's dissolving.
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