*Sudden Silence!*
To anyone here, that voice was very familiar.
Lady Frostbite imdiately jumped down from his coffin.
She too was a bit frightened.
Slowly, Eros first sat upright. And then he removed the cotton that had been fixed in his nose.
"Lady Angela Frostbite!" he turned to her, and then he gave her a thumbs down. "No Fat Booty!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
Everybody remained silent and then Dan scread, "Grand Dad!!!"
He pushed his way from the midst of the guards and rushed to the coffin.
"Grand dad, You are alive! you really ca back..." He balled his eyes out in tears.
Eros looked at the teary face soaking his tunic in snort and salty water.
Although the person he was now was not the person this boy rembered, he had still inherited the host's mories.
Slowly, he rose his hand and patted the boy's full black hair.
"There, there boy. It's alright now! Grand Dad is here."
Penny and the Butler also ran up to him with tears in their eyes.
"Grand Dad! its a miracle. You are back."
"Master Eros!"
"Hmmm! I am back." he spoke lowly.
Lady frostbite snorted, "Eros Ironclad Tate! I knew you were a sly old man. Pretending to be dead just to escape debt."
She pointed her sword at him.
However, he did not even pay her any mind as he continued to comfort his family.
Lady frostbite was getting frustrated, "she was trying to get this old man's attention and he was not paying her any mind.
"If you do not pay the money you owe," she smirked "I'll burn down your fiefdom and sell your grand children."
The mont she said those words, she suddenly felt a strong chill that went up her spine.
Imdiately, she looked in the direction it had co from.
Its was Eros. All he had done was glare at her with a little killing intent.
In this world, he might have been an ordinary old man, but right now, this old man's body carried the soul of a God.
Although he was the God of perversion, he was still a god. And in the many millenniums of his existence, they were indeed many tis he was forced as a result of circumstances to leave his comfort zone and battle.
He might not be as vast as those gods of war in combat, but that did not an he was child to violence.
In fact, a mortal that could stand his fighting prowess must have trained and bathed in blood for many many years.
After all, he was still a god.
And even now, as Lady Frostbite looked at that gaze. she could not believe it, but she felt the subconscious need to back off.
In fact, her back foot had even moved a bit before she stopped herself.
Even though she was a cultivator and a soul disciple of the third rank, she felt fear towards a powerless old man.
Eros face suddenly softened.
"Lady Frostbite. I'll assu that you had spoken mistakenly out of term," he looked around the venue, "why don't we go back to my study and discuss the terms for your paynt."
This was the Psychologist part of him talking now.
The souls had rged and all the Eros, were now one Eros.
The god part of him that was filled with pride would not have conceited in such a manner, but the part with the understanding of human behavior read the atmosphere of the place, and decided that this was the best course of action.
Eros tried to co down of the coffin and the butler and Dan helped him.
The mont his legs touched the ground, a weakness like he had never felt before took hold of him.
This was the body of an aged man.
But he really did not expect that this man was this weak.
The Butler noticed this and imdiately brought over the man's walking stick.
Eros looked at the walking stick. In his eyes, it couldn't have been any lar.
He made a ntal note to tell his butler to redesign it later. But for now, he had matters to attend to.
For a either the man that had always walked the earth freely, or a god that could soar the sky as he liked, this was a very painful experience.
He had to take his ti as he walked. This body was totally weak, on top of that, this body did not even have an ounce of cultivating energy in it.
Every step felt like the world was suddenly against him, and a boulder was placed on his back as punishnt for their laugh.
All the guards placed back their weapons in their sheath and Lady frostbite followed after him.
As she did, he closely observed her steps. Every hit her foot made to the ground sent out rythmses only he could understand.
Even her posture as she walked. Her frown, the way she leaned her head and that prideful expression on her face.
It all ca to him as rolls and rolls of data.
This was Data the psychologist part of him was careful to record and weigh out with the information he had from his mory about this baron.
Eros rembered that in his forr world as a mortal, they was a particular skill in reading body language that a particular famous therapist used in reading body language.
As a psychologist, he had always been afraid to use this move, but right now, the coward part of him had been tempered with the bold side of a god.
They was nothing he wanted to do that he would not do.
The funeral had taken place in an open space, just beside the mansion.
At least in this land, this was a mansion. But in the eyes of Eros the god, it was not even fit enough for his bedroom.
Eros was a baron, and this mansion was a part of his manor. It was made in an old English western style.
It had a total of twenty rooms which included the Ballroom, the study he used as his office and the library.
His nose was greeted with the fine sll of lavender as he entered the ho.
Eros made his way to the long winding stairs that went to second floor. Behold, another hurdle for him to climb.
However, he was patient with himself, and Dan and the old butler helped him up.
"Wait for us outside," he ordered.
*Bam!*
The door to the study was shut behind them.
Eros sat on his study table and leaned forward with his working stick. It was a bit dusty from long lack of use but he did not mind.
Lady Frostbite frowned. she had her hands behind her back. Waiting for this negotiation he was going to talk about.
However, Eros imdiately stretched a hand and cupped a feel of one boob.
*Squeeze!*
*Squeeze!*
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