Jas observed the scene with a wry smile. "Bla yourself for trying to offend him. Well, they should be here shortly."
As if on cue, a group of people erged from the auction house and walked in their direction. Adams' gaze fell on one of them, a man with a grim reputation.
"What do we have here," Adams said, his tone cold, "Kobal Naburus, the delinquent of the Northern Lust Wing. You see, you made a big mistake plotting against . And that's not even the worst part. Do you want to know what's worse?"
Kobal shook his head vigorously. The last thing he wanted was to know what could be worse. All he wanted was to escape the situation alive.
"Too bad," Adams continued with a smirk. "I wanted to give you a chance if you'd answered that. So tell , Kobal, how do you want to die?"
Kobal was paralyzed with fear. The idea of choosing his own thod of death was too terrifying to contemplate. "Please, I beg you, don't kill . I promise that after this, I will never co near you or anyone related to you. Please, just let go!"
Mabel, who had been watching with detached interest, decided to weigh in. "Wrong answer. What should I do with him?"
She seed to deliberate for a mont before sighing in frustration. "Ah, I can't think of anything. So, die."
Kobal's scream echoed through the area, drawing the attention of everyone exiting the auction house.
"What's going on there?" one bystander asked.
"Isn't that the group from the auction? Has soone offended them already?" another responded.
It was well-known that offending such powerful figures was a grave mistake.
"Sigh, another one bites the dust," muttered a veteran observer.
Enigma, who had heard the commotion and co outside, recognized Kobal imdiately. The man had once tried to woo her, but his failed attempt had left him bedridden for months. Seeing his lifeless body, she had a good idea of what had transpired.
Sensing her presence, Adams turned to face her with a smile.
Soon, Kobal's body turned into a dried-up corpse. Adams, having complete control over death, ensured that Kobal's soul was subjected to endless tornt. "That's what you get for having any thoughts about my woman," Adams said loudly enough for the onlookers to hear. His ssage was clear: no one should dare lay eyes on his won.
Jack turned to the group. "We brought the twins."
Adams nodded. "Alright, let's go. We've stayed here long enough. Also, send a ssage to that demon telling him our location."
Awar, ever efficient, used his shadow manipulation to relay the ssage.
Back at their current inn, Jack raised a question. "So, not to sound rude, but are we going to be traveling around the divine continent or just picking up people to create an organization? Because I'm not quite sure what we're doing."
Adams smiled. "You'll understand in due ti. For now, I think we should get to know our two new friends, don't you think?"
They looked at the two kids—a boy and a girl, both around nine years old. They had dirty blond hair, fair skin, and the pointed ears typical of elves.
Linda approached them gently. "What are your nas, little ones?"
The boy spoke up. "My na is Elanor, and this is my sister, Erren. We are at your service, masters."
Elanor's formal response reflected his upbringing as a slave, accustod to addressing his new masters.
Linda's heart went out to them. "Poor children, you must have had a tough life. Don't worry; you can call mother from now on, not master. Do you understand?"
Elanor and Erren were uncertain how to respond. They had been raised to serve their masters, and this kindness was foreign to them.
Jessica, observing the interaction, spoke up. "They will need ti to adjust and get used to their new surroundings. We should give them that ti."
Adams agreed. "Once they've settled in, Jas, you'll need to train them, alright?"
Jas nodded, and they left the children in Adams' care.
Adams addressed the kids with a reassuring tone. "I know this is all new to you, but just as Linda said, you can call 'big brother,' not 'master,' okay?"
Erren nodded in agreent.
"Good. Elanor, take your sister and et Linda. She prepared a place for you to rest. We'll see you tomorrow," Adams said as he let them go and decided to call it a night.
The next morning, a tattered man with white hair appeared before the group, who were enjoying breakfast at the inn's cafeteria.
"I'm here. Now what?" the man asked gruffly.
Anderson's voice was sharp. "Now you should learn how to speak to others—or better yet, keep quiet if you don't know what to say."
The white-haired demon, nad Cresil, ignored Anderson's reprimand and gazed at the won in the group, clearly taken aback by their beauty. They were like fairies in his eyes.
Jack's voice cut through the tension. "I have to warn you, demon. Look at them like that again, and it will be the end of you."
The warning snapped Cresil back to reality. He realized his lapse in judgnt. "I'm sorry. They were just too beautiful; I couldn't take my eyes off them."
Jack's eyes narrowed. "What a glib tongue. Mind if I pull it out?"
Adams intervened with a calm deanor. "Enough. We should give Cresil a chance. After all, this is his first ti seeing such beauty."
Adams smiled, though his focus lingered on Mabel.
Mabel's gaze was sharp. "Stop looking at with that smile."
Cresil was sweating profusely, bewildered by the dangerous atmosphere. He was trying to make sense of who these people were and why they seed to know so much about him.
Adams addressed Cresil reassuringly. "No need to panic. We an you no harm. The reason you're here is that I'm building a force that will span across the verses, and I'm selecting individuals to manage my organization. You've caught my attention, so don't be afraid."
Cresil was puzzled. He didn't understand what made him special or what Adams ant by 'verses.'
Cresil hesitated. "Um, why ? And what are these verses you're talking about?"
Adams responded calmly. "Let's just say you have qualities suited for one of my open positions. As for the verses, you'll learn about them in due ti. So, what do you say? Are you willing to join ?"
Cresil looked around at the powerful and confident individuals surrounding him, aside from the pregnant woman and the two elf children. He made his decision.
"I accept," Cresil said, resigning himself to his new fate.
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