After his talk with Vyra was finished. He stood up, intending to leave, but at that mont, Vyra called out to him again, stating in caution, "What exactly are you plotting?"
Axel only smiled at her and shook his head. How could she understand the weight of the purpose that he carried? Not everyone was as understanding or ntally strong as Gareth, after all. To defend your ho from invaders, you have to cause a bloody slaughter. Not everyone could just accept that.
Even if he did show her everything, even if Vyra was convinced. She would instinctively deny the path laid open. She would only try to convince herself subconsciously that there must be so other way. So better way. There must be.
Weak-willed individuals would never accept the path that leads to the slaughter of countless lives. Just as he was walking out of the Vanelis Alchemy Hall. Soone stopped him. It seems to be a servant of soone. With powerful senses and observation skills, it did not take long for him to guess whose servant this was.
The servant respectfully requested, "Sir, my master would like to have a mont of your ti if you don’t mind."
To which he only smiled and nodded, "Sure, lead the way."
Just a little to the side, there was a noble carriage enshrouded in shimring, mighty runes. As he neared the carriage, a noble young man wearing luxurious rune clothes ca out, and the runes were not rely there for show.
But all the attire the person was wearing could be considered exceptional quality for Archon’s third-tier grade. It was not hard to guess this person’s identity, whose eyes were filled with natural arrogance. His strength wasn’t weak either, from what Axel could sense.
Late third phase Seeker. With greater battle capability. The very man who was previously conversing with Vyra. When Vyra had walked Axel out, this man did not pay any attention to him, as Axel’s visage was quite unassuming.
The person was none other than Talon Vex. This person was the strongest amongst the young generation of the Vex family. Axel naturally knew of this person, who was from the sa batch as Morin Drake, but Talon’s rank in his generation was much higher. For his superior battle prowess and resourcefulness as a runecaster.
Axel had also researched most of the important figures of both the Vex and Dusker families, as well as their closest allies. Axel did not pick this day to co to the Vanelis Alchemy hall on a whim. But it was pre-planned; Talon Vex’s infatuation with Vyra was sothing that Axel knew all along. Planning his moves in accordance.
Talon looked up and down at Axel, who was in disguise, but was unable to find what was so special about him. Yet he still rembered that the severe expression on Vyra’s face was unmistakable. Of course, Talon was not stupid. At this mont, he was mostly curious as he asked, "May I ask who you might be, fellow Seeker?"
Even though there was obvious disdain in his eyes, and he saw Axel’s power as a re initial 2nd phase Seeker as inferior. He did not speak mockingly, but rather showed open respect.
Axel also responded in a similar tone, "I’m Apollyon Ashborn. May I ask who you might be?"
But hearing that sentence, the servant who brought Axel here could not hide his ridicule, standing beside Talon, sneering, "Who doesn’t know the lord Talon of the Vex family? Why are you pretending?"
Talon shot the servant a glare. Shutting him up effectively. Talon, amicably continuing to converse with Axel, said, "This might be a bit rude, but may I ask what business you had with Miss Vyra Vanelis?"
Axel’s polite smile deepened, yet it did not look kind anymore, "Personal Business. Not sothing just anyone can pry into, obviously."
This ti, Axel’s tone beca disdainful. The servant who had just been stopped by Talon a mont before turned beet red with rage for the humiliating manner in which Axel had just spoken to the young lord of the prestigious Vex family. However, before the servant could let out an enraged remark, or the stunned Talon could say anything.
Axel walked closer to Talon and whispered into his ear, his tone cold, "Oh, and you should stop fantasizing about Vyra Vanelis; she already belongs to soone. That soone is far beyond you and your family. Which will now slowly fall down with the appearance of Axel Nomrad."
"Just like it happened when Damien Nomrad showed his true talent. The Vex family is bound to fail. The true heritage of the greatest runic sorcery has always belonged to the Nomrad family. You lot could never take it away. No matter what you do or try." Axel smiled viciously. His pupils flashing in killing intent.
Axel slowly backed off and walked away. A small and cold smile donned on his lips.
Talon Vex stood there, stunned, enraged, and in disbelief at the words he just heard. He had clenched his hands so hard that his knuckles were bleeding. His face was so black that he could perhaps, at this mont, slaughter every single human within his eyesight, yet his anger would still not be appeased.
It was also because of this boundless anger, an anger which he never felt in his entire life. That Talon did not do anything, just monts ago, when that no-na bastard had spoken such insolent words in his ears. The servant near him cowered in fear, even though Talon had not even released a single ounce of his killing intent. His anger was evident to anyone.
Talon was like a raging volcano, monts away from exploding. The Servant had also heard of the whispers that the unknown bastard made, which did not infuriate him but rather chilled his blood.
This person, the brainless bastard, whoever he was, would not et a good end. Unless that guy was the crown prince underneath the disguise, Talon Vex would not leave him alive. Though this servant did not know the entire story. He could only pray that the young lord would not vent his controlled anger and kill him on the spot.
After what felt like an eternity of silence, Talon finally spoke, his voice sending shivers down the servant’s spine. "Go and tell Fanzo in my na that I have an order for him."
"We’re killing this wretch no matter who he might be," declared Talon, his tone was like a raging firestorm, and there was no place for argunt in his words. There was only finality for the wretch, for he had already decided to end the life of this unknown individual that so greatly provoked him.
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