By the ti they returned to rcenary City, Vimba had joined an B-Rank rcenary group and had beco the Vice-Head of the Viper rcenary.
His strength had increased far beyond theirs, and because of his talent, he was accepted as the vice head.
They knew they had to lay low, growing stronger until they were able to get revenge.
"So, what's the treasure that made him betray you?" Draco asked, intrigued.
"It was a diamond-grade leveling herb," Brad's words surprised Draco.
After the awakening of Originat during the apocalypse, it wasn't only beasts that experienced changes; plants also underwent these changes, with so becoming sentient, violent, and turning into Plant Volkoids.
So plants beca containers of Originat, holding great amounts of it. They are called herbs.
The functions of herbs include increasing levels, boosting stats, healing, and foundation building. All these are ranked. For example, the leveling herb:
Silver Rank: Increases one level
Gold Rank: Increases two levels
Platinum Rank: Increases three levels
Diamond Rank: Increases five levels
For healing herbs, the higher their grade, the more powerful their healing properties. It is said that Earth-Grade healing herbs can regenerate any body part, Heaven-Grade herbs can heal both the soul and the body, and the Legendary God-Grade herb can revive a person from the dead.
But there are so unique herbs that have no rank and are rare to find, yet their efficacy is unbelievable. So can increase your ability rank by a grade, grant talents, provide unique class skills, or even bestow abilities. These herbs are incredibly rare, like finding a drop of water in the middle of an ocean.
Brad continued his story:
Because of this, they moved carefully and cautiously, knowing that Vimba had grown stronger. When they tried to recruit mbers for their guild, they either got no one, or if soone joined, the person wouldn't stay for more than a week before leaving the rcenary group.
Draco could feel the anger and helplessness in Brad's words. He could see that the rcenaries had been through a lot.
"Viper rcenary," Draco muttered, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
It was the sa rcenary group that had been chasing Adrian. Adrian had been accused of stealing sothing, but when he explained to Draco, it turned out that he hadn't.
It seed Draco had a feud to settle with this rcenary group.
When they arrived at the "We Love You" Inn, they saw it was surrounded by a group of rcenaries and a police car.
"What's wrong?" Brad asked suspiciously.
Could it be that two rcenaries had fought, and the police had co to settle it? He was confused.
As they got closer, they noticed the rcenary uniforms bearing a viper crest.
Brad's mood turned sullen, recognizing who had arrived.
"That's him," they heard a familiar voice. Looking ahead, they saw Vimba with a policeman, pointing toward Draco.
"Young man, you are under arrest for kidnapping soone else's child," the policeman said as he held his gun and brought out a pair of handcuffs.
Both the gun and handcuffs were rune weapons—one capable of killing a Volkoid, and the other capable of sealing one's Originat and strength.
Draco's eyes narrowed, anger bubbling in his heart. "This bastard dares lay a hand on Lyraea."
Brad and the rest, standing beside Draco, felt the air turn chilly, making them sweat. They could feel Draco's anger boiling over.
"What proof do you have to say so?" Brad shouted angrily.
"We found the mother of the child. She has been searching for her child since," Vimba said. A silver-haired, middle-aged woman stepped out of the car.
Her appearance was similar to Lyraea's. The surrounding crowd, seeing this, beca shocked and angry. They never thought Draco could be a kidnapper, and yet he still had the audacity to walk around with the child.
"Thief..."
"Arrest him. Such scum shouldn't be allowed to live!"
"Take him, make him regret doing this!"
The crowd began shouting at Draco, calling him various nas and urging the policeman to arrest him.
Brad and the rest were shocked by all this. From the woman's face to the crowd's accusations, they knew who was behind it.
They looked at Vimba, who had a smug look on his face, as though he had already won.
He was the one fanning the flas of the crowd and orchestrating this situation.
Brad and the others shook their heads, looking at him with pity. Of all people, he had chosen to fra Draco.
He had truly dug his own grave.
Draco looked at Vimba, feeling anger like never before. Killing intent boiled in his mind, his eyes sending chills and emitting demonic qi.
Brad and the rest tried to reason with the crowd. "Are you blind? If soone stole a child, would they be walking around in broad daylight, carrying the child on a tour?"
The crowd began to settle down as they started to consider this reasoning. It was true—no one in their right mind would expose their dark deeds when they knew they might not live to see the next day.
"Then why is he wearing a mask that looks so demonic?" No one knew where this voice ca from, but it fanned the flas of noise in the crowd.
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The crowd, which had died down, rose again, questioning Draco for wearing such a mask. Was he scared to reveal his identity because of his bad deeds?
Brad and the rest were speechless at the reasoning the crowd was using to accuse Draco. They knew soone was fanning the flas.
The crowd was shouting against the wrong person, unknowingly bringing about their own downfall.
"Flora, take her." Draco handed Lyraea to her so he could deal with these rats.
But Lyraea didn't agree. As soon as she left Draco's arms for Flora's, she muttered sleepily, "Papa," tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
This left Draco with no choice but to carry her, soothing her back. "I'm here, my dear," he said softly.
Hearing Draco's voice, Lyraea cald down and continued sleeping.
So in the crowd were left speechless by this. "Papa?" they murmured.
"What a poor girl. He must have replaced her mory. No wonder he had the guts to walk around with her," another voice said, fanning the flas once again. Brad and the others were exasperated by the crowd's poor foresight.
Draco gently cald Lyraea, casting a skill on her before turning his attention to the crowd. The skill rely sealed the sounds around her to prevent the noise from waking her up.
"You see, I don't give a damn about your opinions," Draco said bluntly, his foul tone making the crowd even more aggressive.
They urged the policeman to arrest Draco quickly, to rid the earth of such scum. Vimba's face was triumphant—everything was going better than he had planned.
The policeman moved to handcuff Draco. The mont Brad and the rest saw this, they stepped in front of Draco, protecting him, even though it seed their protection wasn't needed.
Seeing the group of seven standing in Draco's defense, the policeman hesitated, looking to Vimba for guidance.
Vimba waved his hand, and the rcenary mbers with him attacked. Adrian and Adriana began to defend, but it wasn't easy to hold their ground. They managed to maintain a stalemate with the 50 Viper rcenaries.
Slowly, however, their stamina dwindled, and they struggled to keep up with the relentless assault of the 50 rcenaries.
The crowd didn't leave but instead distanced themselves from the battle, hoping the Viper rcenaries would defeat Draco's n—or accomplices.
Vimba watched everything unfold with a smile. It was going perfectly.
"You guys shouldn't stress yourselves. Let Adrian and Adriana deal with this," Draco told Brad and the others, who were confused about how 15-year-old twins could handle such a situation.
Turning to the twins, Draco said, "Show if you're still worthy of following ."
Though Adrian had been one of Draco's subordinates in his past life, and Adriana shared part of his unique bloodline, their strength needed to et his standards. Otherwise, there was no point in them following him. He would simply disentangle himself from them and let them live their lives.
Adrian took a deep breath. He had been the Master's subordinate in his past life and would continue to be so now.
"No worries. Just unleash your primal instinct," Draco chuckled, glancing at Lyraea, who slept peacefully in his arms. His lack of interest in the ongoing fight was evident.
Adrian and Adriana laughed strangely at his words. Fangs grew as Adrian's hair turned silver-red, matching his eyes. Adriana's hair turned golden-red, her eyes reflecting the sa hue.
The slaughter began.
"Another demon? Why is the aura so weak?" Xylara's confused voice spoke as she appeared beside Draco.
"Another demon?" Draco asked in surprise. "It looks like the goddess of luck favors ," he said narcissistically, earning an eye roll from Xylara.
"So, where is the aura coming from?"
"It's from the crowd... one of those six," Xylara said, pointing to a group of people. Draco turned to look and saw a...
(A/N):
Adria's na will be changed to Adriana—it sounds more girlish than the forr. Please continue to support this shaless author!
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