The cleanup that Cail had called for finally arrived. After they cleaned up the body, Cail walked away with his loot.
They didn’t bring much—just so junk artifacts that could be used in daily life as tools. There were a few books and an ominous-looking token that seed to be sucking the energy out of the carrier.
"They probably didn’t know this either." Cail surveyed the ominous token. It slowly corroded the void energy of the carrier and ate them from the inside.
The token was made out of an unknown kind of tal. It was black, with a carving of the sun on it. The sun should be a symbol of brilliance—why was this token so dark?
For so reason, he rembered the legend that Iven had talked about. It should be Illunis, right? The dead Sun God?
"I should look into legends about gods. Since void energy exists, then maybe so of those legends are real."
He was quick to take action. He stopped at an open store and bought so books. He sat on an empty park bench and continued reading.
To be honest, he wasn’t expecting anything while reading the book, but he did discover sothing disturbing—it was about the gods and their deaths.
There were different generations of gods. Cail realized that every god couldn’t last for more than 10,000 years. They would all be killed for random reasons. It was like a natural cleansing.
He connected it to the Dealer War Bell. If these legends were real, don’t tell he was the cause of their deaths?
Closing the book, he thought it was none of his business, really. He hadn’t t any real god, and it would probably still be a long ti before eting one.
As for now, he should head ho and rest early. It’s not every day that he can sleep peacefully.
...
After he went ho, the television was still on and his mother was watching so lodramatic drama. On one side of her was a piece of tissue, and on the other was a box full of sunflower seeds.
Hearing the door open, she looked at Cail and greeted him, "Oh, you’re ho."
Cail felt a bit of goosebumps. He wasn’t used to this kind of treatnt. He sat down beside her and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds.
"Did you already eat?" she asked.
"Yes." He had already eaten at the restaurant earlier. He wasn’t sure how long the transaction would last, so it was better to feed himself.
Blackie was beside the television, acting like a decoration. He was sleeping snugly beside the books.
It was a peaceful night. But of course, would fate really give Cail a rest?
There was a knock on the door. Cail stood up and looked through the peephole.
Standing outside wasn’t so cultist, but an old man. He wasn’t an ordinary elderly grandpa, but a stern one. He was wearing an expensive suit, and his hands were wrapped in gloves.
Cail opened the door. The old man’s eyes lit up when he saw him. Just as he was about to say sothing, Cail closed the door behind him and crossed his arms. "What do you want?"
You want to invite you inside? Hah. Not a chance.
The old man cleared his throat. To be honest, he looked very snobbish and arrogant. He tried to hide it, but the way he looked at people through his nostrils said enough about his personality.
"You are Master Cail. Your father wants to talk to you. He’s inside the car."
Cail looked at the road and saw an expensive car parked at the side. Then he looked at the old man and sneered, "You scamrs are really heartless. My father is already dead. Why would you say that my father is looking for ? Leave, or I’ll call the police."
He already knew what was happening, but he was a bit curious. Why was that "father" of his so insistent on recognizing him as his son? Cail wouldn’t believe it if he said that he hadn’t known about Cail’s existence before.
Sothing fishy must be going on.
The butler felt choked hearing what Cail said. He wanted to say how impolite that was, but he rembered what his master told him. He gave a stiff smile. "Young master, your father is still alive. I don’t know what your mother told you, but your father wants to recognize you." Then he felt he needed to throw out a bait. "Your father is Chairman Eldreth."
The butler believed that none could resist that na—it was a synonym for wealth and power in Nyx City. Even if this felt like a scam, wouldn’t they feel tempted?
Cail’s eyes turned cold. "My mother didn’t say anything bad about my father. I just assud that he was dead because there has been no presence of him since I was young. And please, don’t scam . I don’t have ti for that nonsense."
Zzzzzzz
The butler was about to retort when his earpiece buzzed. He paused for a second and nodded before giving Cail a complicated look. "The chairman said to stop playing gas. He wants to offer you sothing. If you want to know about it, you’d better co to him."
Oh, that fucker is that arrogant? He seed to be very confident that no one could refuse the benefit. Well, what if Cail felt that whatever the benefit was didn’t outweigh the disgust he felt upon eting him—what would he do?
Based on the word *offer*, his intention for eting Cail wasn’t pure. Not for reminiscing about fatherly love, but more like a cold calculation.
"Oh, if I don’t want to participate in the deal, what would he do? Kill ? I’m also not playing gas. Tell him that I detest him more than he detests ." If the competition was about arrogance, then Cail was probably the winner.
This ti, the butler was sweating. He didn’t know if this young master knew that his earpiece could transmit everything, but he knew that his master could hear what Cail just said.
Instead of getting angry, the man on the other side laughed.
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