Chapter 472: Too Early

Chapter 472: Too Early



There was something particularly eerie about Grin's gaze.

His actual face was quite delicate, almost cut, in a way. It was hard to tell if he was a grown man or a 14-year-old youth, but he had a liveliness to him that couldn't be denied.

Large hazel eyes, an almost innocent school-boy cut for his brown hair, and a peculiar sort of curiosity for everything he looked at.

However, no matter how disarming his appearance, it couldn't be denied that he was still holding a bloody knife in his hand.

"You are?" Grin broke the silence.

Morgan took a breath and steadied himself.

"The snake will be under my protection from now on."

He spoke strongly and assertively. Something about Grin made him feel as though he was having a staring contest with a wild beast. In such a situation, didn't they always say to make yourself look big?

Grin blinked and looked back at the Basilisk King as though he was feeling sad about something.

Then, he simply slipped away without a single word.

However, it was precisely because he didn't say anything that Morgan felt an eerie chill creep up his spine. This person was far too unpredictable.

He didn't know what compelled him, but he rushed to the tent flaps and peeked out, only to find that only the soldier that had escorted him here was present, while Grin was nowhere to be seen.

A deep frown marred Morgan's brows, an unsettling feeling welling up in his chest. However, he had no choice but to let it go. Even if he wanted to act... what could he do with his current strength?

...

Nothing about his age, nothing about his unknown status, they didn't even ask if he knew how to govern at all.

Now he was facing just one problem: as the City Lord he couldn't leave the city. At least not outside of the context of Quicktime Event.

As for how he would handle that in the future, maybe only he was aware. As for right now, his thoughts weren't focused on this at all. Instead, the first thing he did other than leaving the defenses of the city to the Generals was head right into the City Lord's residence. As for his target, it was none other than the Nexus.

Not having a Nexus was a huge problem for Sylas. He couldn't maximize his wealth or his resources. And unfortunately, for obvious but different reasons, he couldn't use Cassarae's or Lucius'.

But now... he had his own.

Any Sylphs had long since vanished, not being stupid enough to remain. They had either gone to the other two System Cities, or they chose to strike it out on their own, maybe even trying to target another System City.

Now that Sylas thought about it, he was making the assumption that most if not all System Cities were under their control. But in practice, that was maybe not the case.

After all, just because the two System Cities he had come across had them, didn't mean they were all issues. Maybe he was just particularly unlucky.

'Wow...'

It wasn't often that Sylas had such thoughts, but when he entered the core of the City Lord's residence, this was his true reaction.

It felt as though he had entered the reactor core of a nuclear power plant. The place was

enormous.

There was a railing that lined the curvature of the walls and slowly spiraled down to the bottom, but it was hard to tell just how deep it was.

Down below, there was a deep well of water so clear that Sylas didn't even know it was there at first glance, and maybe would have never been able to tell if not for the fact there was a slight blue glow coming from it.

Then hovering above the surface of the water was a cube. It was a City Stele, but far more elaborate than any Sylas had ever seen.

For some reason... he got the feeling that he was seeing something that he wasn't supposed to see much too early....