Silas’s smile turned wicked, voice ca low. "Maya and Leon, huh?" he muttered under his breath.
’System, can we look at the recap of the sessions?’
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[Yes, host. You can access the recaps of the sessions.]
[Click: Learning -> My Sessions -> Recap]
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Silas’s finger hovered in the air as he perford the task according to the instructions given by the system.
A window appeared in front of his eyes, the lesson that played first was of Chiron.
Silas was looking at the system panel, the clip of his previous lecture was playing inside of it.
A hunter boy approached Silas and kept his hand on Silas’s shoulder and said, "Yo, why are you staring at my boss, bitch." He pointed backwards at soone.
Silas finally stopped looking at the panel and looked upwards at the boy who just kept his hand on his shoulder.
The boy had a slight buff, height was almost around six feet, hair was blonde and a bit short.
A small sigh escaped through Silas’s mouth as his voice ca low, slightly annoyed. "Look, I don’t know who your boss is, and I don’t even want to. And the second thing is that I wasn’t staring at soone and was just zoned out."
The boy didn’t buy his words, his eyebrows frowned as he allowed his mana to pass through his palm, trying to create force on Silas’s body to make him kneel.
Silas was sitting still in his place and didn’t even budge. The boy got stunned as his eyes widened slightly, and channelled all of his mana into his palm and allowed it to pass through it.
Silas looked at the boy, he didn’t even know that he was trying to force him down and make him kneel. Silas simply raised his hand and brought it next to his mouth as he let out a small yawn.
The boy got pissed and swung his fist towards Silas’s face, but a loud voice ca from behind, which made the boy stop in a second.
"Stop."
A young man, hair was red, and eyes also matched the colour of his hair, was wearing a white T-shirt and baggy black pants, his hands were buried inside his pockets, face card was good as his jawline seed to stand out a bit.
He approached them as he kept his hand on the shoulder of the boy; his voice ca low. "I didn’t tell you to co and disturb this young man, right, Carl?"
Carl gulped as his body instantly leaned down slightly, and both his hands reached down to his knees. His voice ca loud and a bit scared. "I-I’m sorry, dear sir."
He waved his hand slightly, giving a signal to Carl to get away from it, and Carl did so.
Silas looked upwards towards the boy who had just co. "Well, there was no need to scold him, I didn’t mind his presence here."
The boy gave a small smile as his voice was polite. "I’m Carter Hale, nice to et you, uh?"
Silas didn’t show any emotions, his face remained unreadable as before, but his voice ca low, steady. "Silas Veil."
Carter’s gaze shifted towards Ragnar, who was lying next to Silas. His voice ca low, but his eyes remained stuck on Ragnar. "Mister Veil, may I know from where you got this beast?"
One eyebrow of Silas raised slightly, and his lower lip twitched as his voice ca out a bit annoyed. "Why don’t you mind your own work and not ask about my little friend? You’re disturbing mine and his peace."
Silas said as he shifted his eyes back to the system panel in which the clip of Chiron was playing.
Carter’s eyes frowned as a small vein on his neck popped up, and his voice ca polite. "I’m sorry to invade your privacy, Mister Veil."
He turned back and left from there and went back to his group.
Silas didn’t even look at him his eyes remained stuck at the panel, and his hand was on the head of Ragnar, slightly patting it.
After a short while, the sound from the speakers, which were kept in each corner of the room, ca.
"All of the registrations for the tournant are now over." The announcer took a short pause and then continued again. "The matches will now be listed on the screen in front of you all."
When the announcer stopped talking, a giant screen ca down from the ceiling, which ch just opened.
Everyone in the room shifted their attention towards the screen. The screen was listing the list of the matches of today’s tournant.
Silas’s eyes were fixed on the three matches; his voice ca low. "This’ll definitely be an interesting day."
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[Matches:]
[First match of the day: Carter Hale (A-Rank) VS Dylan Pierce (B -Rank)]
[Fourth match of the day: Silas Veil (B-Rank) VS Caleb Grant (B-Rank)]
[Fifth match of the day: Sia Collins (A--Rank) VS Daniel Ashcroft (B -Rank)]
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A small smile curled up on Silas’s lips as his voice ca low. "Hmmm, Caleb Grant, huh? And he’s also a B-Rank like ? This definitely would be a nice fight."
[I can imagine you losing and getting your ass beaten up to pulp, host. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)]
His teeth gritted as his veins popped up from his neck and forehead, hands clenched as tightly as they could, as his voice ca low but completely annoyed. "You little shit, that’s why I was wondering why today’s so quiet, it was because you weren’t there to troll , blue bitch." he said, tone filled with anger.
[Always waiting for the right mont to do it, host. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)]
A small sigh escaped through his lips as he composed himself. ’Focus on the clips, Silas, and don’t waste your precious ti on the blue bitch.’
He then continued watching the clips; his eyes were fixated on the system panel, which was flickering in front of his eyes.
Then the voice of the announcer rang through the speakers once again. "The first match of the day will start now."
A/N
Will try four Chapters today. TT
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