I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 1125: The Despicable Clan [part 1]

The air was silent even after Sir Sael had stepped forward. The Kageyama lands were a new and strange niche even for the man. The best he could hope for was that the gentility of his words could strike them an opportunity to speak without having to cut each other’s heads first.

But if the latter was the only seeable solution, he was also not the kind to back away from such difficult solutions. What must be done needed to be done.

Zahir, Jynxa, the Marked Blade, himself, Ghost of the Grey Lantern, Ryan, and this nebulous-looking thing they of course called Nebulous Lord were particularly selected in anticipation for the worst.

Sael stood, radiating pure approachable aura. But the Knights they were surrounded by were extremely cautious.

Someone released their stance amongst the three people that came and slowly started to walk forward.

The young man had a pale face that carried a cold, aloof beauty, sharpened by the scar trailing down his cheek.

Tousled black hair framed his crimson eyes—eyes that glowed with quiet menace, as if lit from within. A long braid fell over one shoulder, contrasting the stark black of his loose attire. Twin red-and-black earrings swung with each subtle movement.

He seemed the kind of man who never needed to raise his voice to command a room—his silence was weight enough.

The scar spoke of survival, the eyes of defiance, and the careless fall of his hair suggested a disdain for appearances, even as every detail made him unforgettable. He wore his darkness like a second skin.

He finally stopped in front of Sir Sael and looked down on the man with a gaze that felt pressuring and at the same time nothing. It begged for carelessness, but Sael was a wise man.

The Arrow Sage lowered his head and bowed respectfully.

”I greet you.”

The young man in front of him looked at him indifferently—no smile, no frown; his face was just... there.

He turned his head in Zahir’s direction—who was already standing up with Jynxa’s hand pinned behind her back by his.

”Who are you people, and why are you here?”

The Arrow Sage lowered his gaze in submission. Not just his gaze—his body language was subtle, controlled, and in every movement submissive. The man acted like a diplomat who was negotiating the release of ten thousand criminals and had to be as gentle as he could because lives depended on him.

”We are here because it is absolutely necessary for us to be here. The attack on your clan—this attack is not just on your clan but on every nation in the continent. We have come because we need to deliver a very important message to the entire continent.”

The young man’s eyes did not shift; however, the wind did make his long earrings dangle a bit.

Sir Sael continued:

”The End is coming... right now, as we speak, a team of Paragons are trying to prevent it. But the entire continent has to prepare for the worst.”

The guy stood, did not say anything, but just stood indifferently for a couple of moments. Then he suddenly laughed.

However, as quickly as his laugh came, it died down, and he fixed a cold and strange glare at Sael.

He turned, but before he turned, he glanced to the back, taking a passing look at the creature which the third brother was holding by its feet.

A corner of his lips rose as he fully turned and then walked forward.

”Follow me. The best I can do is grant you audience with my father. Whatever happens from there on is totally on you all.”

The third brother behind released Nebulous Lord’s hand tentatively, stepping back with a dark frown before he caught up to his brother in a flash.

”What are you doing? You are going to allow them an audience with father?”

The young man smiled gently.

”If they are dangerous, wouldn’t you have obliterated them all by now?”

The third brother answered, a bit puzzled.

”Well... yes... they had no ill intent... even the monster.”

The young man chuckled as he walked forward, his earrings dangling again.

”Then that is all that matters. Besides... that monster is the reason why I am letting them have audience with father.”

The third brother frowned first, then his eyes slowly widened.

”Second brother, don’t tell me...”

The young man smiled darkishly.

”Yes, Yeon, father has a passion for shiny toys, agents of massacre, and barely looking at that creature I could tell in one instance... I’m sure you also saw it. Father will definitely want the present. And this will inevitably lead to their demise.”

The third brother—Yeon—glanced back at them and whispered to his brother.

”Second brother Jiang, you certainly are a very wicked and foxy person. I don’t like you.”

”And you are a lazy and talented prodigy, Yeon. What we all had by working tirelessly, you slept through the hardworking part and just came to claim the rewards for yourself. If you were not my blood, I would have tried to kill you nine times—I’m sure I would have succeeded eight.”

Yeon laughed shortly.

”Second brother is honest to a fault. I like how you rub death’s fur and kiss its fangs.”

Jiang scoffed at his brother, and they continued forward silently.

Behind, Sael and Zahir were speaking as they followed the Kageyama scions.

”What do you think?”

Zahir’s voice was cold as his looks.

Sael was silent for a few seconds after Zahir asked the question. Then he sighed.

”I doubt there is any world where we will enter an assassination family’s territory and expect to leave without cutting each other’s heads off.”

Zahir smiled shortly.

”That is an insightful perspective.”

Sael chuckled sadly.

”I am not proud of it.”

Zahir looked at him, lifting his scarf to cover his mouth.

”Whatever the case would be, we have two wild cards. At least we will be able to get out of here alive.”

Sael looked troubled; his face was rough and tired.

”I do not like violence.”

Zahir looked forward as they walked.

”I also don’t... but the only choices we have are choosing between what we don’t like and losing our lives... I think I’ll choose violence in this case.”

His eyes sharpened with a cold, lethal light.