Perverted Otherworlder
/ Perverted Otherworlder 84 Froze
*throw
Lyon threw the bag behind him in a casual manner yet managed to catch every pair of eyes nearby. The old man instinctively caught the bag with his right hand albeit he didn't know what's the point of giving him one.
"Take it, as a gift, for letting me play that zither of yours. I will come by some other time when fate permits," said Lyon still with his back facing him. His voice was not by any means weak but not strong either, however, people can't help but follow along with his lines without any question pops inside their head.
Even though the old man was a bit confused, all that matters was that Lyon would play it again. "Thank you for this gift," said the old man enthusiastically before he continues, "If you have any problem in the Mist Clan told them that they would also have a problem with this Old Sean."
With that, the old man walked away from the store leaving the customers dumbfounded. However, the name which the old man mentioned in his sentence woke them up like a rooster in the morning.
One of the customers spontaneously said, "Old Sean!!"
His junior curiously asked, "Who is Old Sean? Why we never heard of him?"
With a deep breath, the senior explained, "Old Sean is the name of the hidden expert who protected the Mist Clan for a long time now, rumor has it that he was even stronger than the current Head, another rumor has it that he taught the current Head, either way, not even the Head would offend him."
However, soon one of the customers realized a dreadful thought, (So... the hidden expert can't get 'it' up?). The rumor spread like wildfire in a forest, it didn't take long before the other customers took the same conclusion.
With a big grin, Lyon turned back and walked out of the store with big strides as if winning something grand in his life. Jugen behind him could only shake his head in astonishment (Big bro is awesome, even the gods favor him, truly a talented genius, but damn I felt bad for the old man, it's a good thing he is a reclusive expert).
As Lyon went outside, Fenrir came running with meat in his mouth. Oh wait, that's a ferret...
"Hey, little guy, are you going to eat that?" said Lyon nonchalantly.
*pui
Fenrir threw the ferret away which actually was still alive but in a critical condition nonetheless. It didn't even take a minute before a bunch of people came rushing to the scene bringing murderous intent toward him.
Jugen who was beside them thought (Aih, the pet, and the master, they are all the same *sigh).
Fenrir immediately worked his way up to Lyon's shoulder as if asking for protection. The bunch of people immediately halted their movements and stopped right in front of him.
"Mister is this pet yours?" said the leader of the bunch, before continuing "We are from the-". Immediately before he finished his sentence one of them tugged his sleeve and whispered "Senior, he is the one who killed an elder whilst being a Soul Cultivator, Lyon."
*ehem
"Excuse my rudeness, Mister Lyon, I'm here by the order of my master from the Kafrin Clan. It appears that your pet attacked my master's fiancee's pet all of a sudden and carried him here in a critical condition. This infuriates my master, Trigo Kafrin and he wants an explanation." said the leader of the bunch.
The leader was definitely lying in order to survive. The actual order was to kill Fenrir on the spot and retrieved the ferret. However, seeing that he was facing Lyon, he truly doubt he would give a damn about Kafrin Clan.
"What happened Fenrir?" asked Lyon while petting his head.
*wu wu wu.
Fenrir was trying his best to explain the situation to his master. With every *wu, the captain and the rest of his team began sweating profusely. (Aih, I can't believe in my entire career, my life and death would be decided by a little pup wolf!!) thought all of them.
After Fenrir finished explaining the situation, Lyon appeared to be in deep thought in a second before his vision landed on the dying ferret.
"Hmph! Dare to attack my companions? Fenrir! Finish it! Let me handle the rest!" said Lyon coldly.
*wu
*slash
With one quick slash of his claw, the ferret was no more. Meanwhile, the captain and his squad gripped their weapons as if they were about to face the greatest battle of their life.
"Bring me to your master," said Lyon coldly. This revelation made the captain and his squad confused and glad at the same time.
"Ah yes, of course, mister Lyon, let me lead the way," said the Captain albeit his nervousness. Even though he lost his cool for a bit, the squad still respected him considering who was the one he was talking to.
The Kafrin Clan was offending someone of Lyon's caliber, not to mention he just got protection from Old Sean himself. One could only predict what would happen to them.
The people nearby who noticed this could only sigh. The Kafrin Clan was a clan with one of the most talented founder. It has last quite some time but unfortunately the last few descendants of their clan were disappointing. They could only use their background to abuse others when things got worse or whenever they tried to exploit something.
Jugen quickly caught up to Lyon and ask "Big bro, what happened? What did Fenrir tell you?"
Lyon replied, "No idea..."
Jugen froze.
Chapter end
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