The rest of the board had all the information Silas could find on the Skylark family, something that would have been a lot easier if the internet was a thing of this world; however, since it wasn’t, Silas had to do an investigation, the old-fashioned way.
Books and asking around were always the best ways to learn about such a public figure. Of course, the general thoughts on the Skylark family were pretty negative, but that was to be expected when asking the opinions of a city of people abandoned by the Xylem kingdom.
But, of course, that was beside the point.
“I wonder if Eclipse knew it was me. He’s an expert in covert operations, but he is no assassin like Death. Though, Death only becomes an assassin when he wears a cloak. Otherwise, he’s pretty useless.” Silas thought aloud while writing the words “awakened”, “pristine amethyst”, and “wind” under Eclipse.
Placing the chalk back onto the stand, Silas took the mana cores in the small back, placed them in a pouch, and left his apartment wearing a black robe over his torn and ragged clothes.
“Hello. What can I do for you today?” The woman behind the desk had to lean forward to see Silas. He may have acted like an adult but he was barely taller than the average 9-year-old.
‘I wonder what she’d think if I actually looked my age. Aren’t 6 year olds only 3 feet tall or something?’ Silas narrowed his eyes at her while placing the pouch of crystals on the counter.
“How much can I get for those?”
“Are you registered with the mercenary’s guild?” She asked with an almost condescending tone.
“I don’t think so?” Silas tilted his head while the woman’s condescending stare intensified.
“Kid… Did you really think I wouldn’t find out you stole these? Next time don’t bring so many topaz ones, and add a few onyx ones to spice up the mix.” She snorted before placing the bag under her desk.
“Next.”
A man and his group suddenly pushed Silas to the side before placing a large bag filled with crystals on the counter.
The woman immediately smiled when she saw the group of mercenaries.
‘I guess there are some disadvantages to being a kid.’ Silas sighed.
“Can I get my crystals back?” Silas asked politely. He wasn’t sure what the law on assault was in the city. He didn’t want to become the Judgement faction’s enemy before they even knew him as one of their candidates.
“You got caught, kid. Take your losses and leave.” One of the men waved Silas off.
However, Silas simply stepped forward and placed one hand on the desk.
“Final warning.” His voice became cold, but they all snickered a little before one of them stepped forward.
“You heard the lady. They won’t pay you for-“
Suddenly, a wave of suffocating killing intent erupted out of Silas’ body. Several people in the room passed out, while others fell to the ground, coughing, and wheezing as they tried their hardest to breathe.
The lady behind the desk seemed mostly unfazed except for the sweat dripping down her forehead, yet the men immediately took out their weapons and pointed them at Silas.
“Money… Before this conversation gets…” Silas paused before looking at the woman in the eyes.
“Bloody.”
*Swoosh*
Silas ducked as a sword passed over his head.
Jumping back, Silas dodged the incoming water spear before leaning back to dodge an incoming fist.
Four people were in the group, yet since only three actually attacked Silas, he could only attack three.
Self-defence was a thing, right?
The floorboards under Silas’ turned into rubble as his figure disappeared from where he stood.
In the next instant, he was already behind the swordsman with his hand drilled right through his guts.
Pulling out his hand, Silas watched as the man fell to the ground, his insides pouring into the ground.
‘Now that I think about it, I probably shouldn’t have done that.’ Silas sighed.
*Swoosh*
Silas’ hand moved on instinct, grabbing the hilt of the incoming blade before it could even come close to him.
“Would you like to end up like him?” Silas asked, his killing intent still pouring out of his body, paralyzing anyone with battle capabilities lower than a topaz-cored beast.
“Killing inside the mercenary hall is a major offence.”
“I believe they attacked first.” Silas kicked the woman away, causing her to slide a few meters before standing up and readying her blade.
“What’s happening here?” A voice echoed inside the hall, immediately silencing Silas’ killing intent with the sheer pressure behind the individual’s voice.
“General Greed.” The woman immediately kneeled while the rest of the room followed suit.
Everyone except Silas.
“Oh… You must Game. Archie has told me all about you.” The figure walked through the hall’s doors, her heels clicking at every step, creating a low echo that resounded throughout the room.
The sea of people parted before her, creating a way between her and Silas.
“Oh. You’re Greed… I expected someone more…” Silas looked up at her cat-like ears.
“What? More masculine?” She asked with a tapping on her lips with one of her fingers. The action was almost seductive in nature, yet it didn’t really affect Silas since he was still a child with insufficient volumes of hormones in his body to be sexually attracted to her.
“I expected someone more modest. You’d look more qualified in a… nevermind.” Silas rubbed the bridge of his nose while she frowned.
Greed was not in any way humble or modest, but Silas already knew that. She wore a long golden dress and walked around with a golden cane…
She had all the things the average man would find attractive. However, her clothes were too tight to even be considered modest in any way, shape, or form.
She had silky black hair draped down her shoulders and a beautiful golden crown embroidered with bits of blue.
Everything about her screamed luxury, and her queen-like aura only made her feel that much stronger.
“How about we have a chat, Mr. Evergreen.” A smile blossomed on her face before she dragged Silas to her office and sat at opposite ends.
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