Chapter 119 They were right about you
Ravyen's POV
I took a glimpse at my watch, and took a glimpse at Frank who held a briefcase.
This was the last and we'd end it here.
This job cost 10 billion dollars. We were at the designated place and we were welcomed in by the his men.
Agunni kiyosaki, the Japanese partner who caused to drive all the way down here to meet him.
My eyes took a long glimpse at the minka, their folk house.
It usually known for their tatami flooring, sliding doors, and wooden verandas. It was heavily guarded like though it were a president who resides in this place.
I'd be returning home tonight. What an exhausting trip this has been. Finally, I get to see him.
I tugged my hands in my pocket, not excited but pissed off that he got me to wait.
Fortunately I've learnt patience and tolerance from the woman I live with. Or else, I would broke into his villa, forced him to sign the deal with his blood and leave quietly.
Frank gave me a smirk as though he was reading my thoughts. Three bodyguards appeared before us, scruntized us and beckoned we should tag along.
They'd be leading us to their master, so they call him.
We then gave ourselves a side smile while cartwalking after the bodyguards.
While we paced, some of the guest around greeted us with a bow, which range from a small nod to a deep bend at the waist.
How much they respect their traditions and I was impressed. Their local music booms.
It seems everywhere was surrounded with flowers and for a moment, I thought we were dumped in a flower shop.
I could see one of the bodyguard was staring at me especially when I was gazing at the sequences of the floral arrangements.
Then, the great philosopher Frank had to fill my head with some history like I was interested.
"Japanese art of flower arrangement. Ikebana floral designs are typically crafted with seasonal flowers and other natural materials, such as leaves and branches, which are carefully placed in vases or other vessels, to create aesthetic form and balance"
His voice whispers and I growl, pissed off already. The path we took wasn't ending, my feet, clomping on the wooden floor.
Everyone wore a perilous look until we arrived at a door, made of bamboo. It was a sliding door made of a latticework wooden frame and covered with translucent white paper.
When closed, it softly diffuse light throughout the house. Two elderly men who wore yukata; a casual cotton kimono that's often worn in the summer.
I learnt well, thanks to the man called frank who hint me on their culture but I wasn't interested.
This deal had better go through. I need to see Arianna.
"Konnichiwa" the first man saluted with a bow. They were warm and welcoming not until my eyes met the riffle hanging on his shoulder.
"Irasshaimase" the second repeated. They were saluting us. I gave them no response and beckoned on them to open the door.
They glide it open and I wondered if I was staring at another hall way. I took a peep if I'd find him.
There he was, with his chop stick, in a bowl of rice.
We entered at his studyroom or whatever he'd call it. Almost immediately, the door slammed behind us.
He had a hard, dour, humourless fanatic look, this was strictly business to begin with.
Unfortunately, we had to sit on the ground and that's the hardest part of it all.
A mat was spread and different meals served ranging from Sushi, Okonomiyaki, Miso soup, Yakitori, Udon, Takoyaki, Soba, Sukiyaki and many more local dishes.
He was wearing a kimono, and sitting down in a seiza position. Filling his tea cups.
A formal way of sitting where he kneel on the floor with his legs folded under him.
His buttocks on his heels, and his feet flat on the floor. Doing that would cause me strain.
I sat in a casual position, which was cross-legged while Frank stood close to the door.
He wasn't alone, he had two other bodyguards, at a corner, and adjacent me. I guess neither of us could trust each other.
We both stared at each other and he was the first to begin.
"Ravyen castello, so good to see you in person" he began. I guess I'm a celebrity right here too.
"Let's go straight to the point" I muttered and snapped my fingers. Felix brought the suitcase and placed it on the table.
He was nervous as his eyes were focused on the briefcase. Steadily, I got it opened. Behold, here lies his artifacts.
He loved such objects and I was the best man for the job, snatching it from the original countries and replacing it with a fake.
They wouldn't notice it, and even if they did, it would be too late.
The Gold Mask at Sanxingduiq and the one ring, my fovourite; this ancient artifact was created by the Dark Lord Sauron in the Second Age. It was intended to be used to rule over the Free peoples of Middle-earth.
Perhaps, if he believes, he might control that part of the world but he dare not come to my side.
He let out a smile, certainly impressed by what he sees.
"Argh, they were right about you" he complimented but I need no praises.
"So let's arrive at a conclusion, wire the money and you'd get the artifacts" I reckoned in a haste.
He suddenly scoffed and said;
"Not so fast Mr rayven, we've got to arrive at a concluded price, you aren't the only negotiator" he announces and immediately, the door slides open.
My eyes moved towards the place, curious to see what this man met and my eyes witness it.
He was cheating and this was absurd.
Three other men came in with a briefcase which got me stunned and curious. I wasn't informed that there'd be another partner.