Chapter 838 - Yurga's Choice
Chapter 838 Yurga’s Choice
Rhein City. Adept’s Tower.
Inside a wide, golden hall.
The elegant crystal chandelier hanging high on the ceiling released a gentle, yellow glow. It washed against the beautiful murals, coloring the place a royal gold while lending it a solemnity of sorts.
Adepts in robes of various colors held crystal glasses in their hands, nodding and acknowledging each other with gentle smiles on their faces. Some acquainted adepts had gathered in small groups of two or three, quietly whispering and making conversation between themselves.
Several apprentices dressed in fine formal wear were standing by the entrance, diligently receiving every arriving adept. When a visiting adept showed their invitation, printed in gold foil, a loud apprentice would shout the clan and name of the guest.
Of course, such an announcement was like a rock sinking in the sea for most of the visitors. The adepts in the hall were all preoccupied with their own matters; they hardly cared about who had arrived.
However, when the apprentice standing by the doors shouted the name of ‘Adept Yurga of the Kamala Clan.’ almost all of the adepts stopped speaking. They couldn’t help but turn their heads and cast their gaze upon the Third Grade adept who had just entered the hall.
The hall fell silent, and the air suddenly froze.
“Billis, it seems you’ve established quite the name for yourself during this time!” Greem led the way into a hall, a faint smile on his handsome face. His tall and muscular body stood straight, making him seem all the more reliable as if he could prop up the sky even if it were to collapse on him.
Meanwhile, Mary, dressed in her crimson armor, was still as pretty and seductive as ever. Her perfect figure and delicate appearance. Her voluptuous chest and hips, swaying as she walked. She held onto Greem’s arm as she walked into the hall, a glint shining in her ruby-like eyes as they swept across everyone present. A maddeningly alluring smile appeared on her beautiful face.
When he heard Greem’s banter, Billis couldn’t help but lift his head and look around the hall, still cloaked in his thick black robe. The strange, ghostly green compound eyes under the shadow of his hood gleamed with a cold light. All adepts that crossed eyes with him felt a shiver in their hearts, and they couldn’t help but frown.
What a sinister bug adept!
The eyes of the other adepts were very sharp. They instantly determined the identities and standings of the three individuals based on how they were dressed and where they were standing. Though several somewhat playful eyes landed on Greem and Mary, most of the other people kept their gaze around Billis.
They had seen many, many fire adepts, but a bug adept as strong as Billis was a first for the center of the continent!
It undoubtedly piqued the curiosity of the adepts.
“I seemed to have spotted the old crow. He’s in the southwest corner, and he’s staring at us.” The smile on Mary’s face was the same as ever as she softly sent a message.
Greem and Billis’ eyes immediately shifted across the hall and landed on Third Grade Adept Yurga.
The eyes of the two parties met and clashed in chilling fashion.
It was almost as if sparks had appeared in the air.
Naturally, those who could make it into the hall could not possibly be ordinary individuals. Almost every adept had their small social circle and source of information. Consequently, they all had a basic understanding of the situation between the two parties.
The adepts couldn’t help but step aside when they saw the tense atmosphere that had broken out at first sight. They provided a straight and direct path between Greem and Yurga.
Though Greem had never before seen Third Grade Adept Yurga, his attention was fully concentrated on the Third Grade adept due to the guidance of the unique aura.
“Come, let us go and give our greetings!” Greem smiled generously and led Mary and Billis toward Yurga and the white-robed adept.
“You can go and tell that fellow now. I’ll agree to his request. The two First Class resource sites will be handed to him immediately. Have him arrange the matter properly. I definitely…will…receive…them, with all I have!”
A cruel smile appeared on Yurga’s face after he quickly sent a message to the white-robed adept. He then coldly stared at the three approaching adepts.
The atmosphere of the hall turned ever more solemn.