572 Seven Years
Flynn Manor, Uptown Quarter.
At the same time that Adam, Daneli, and Elysande were discussing the potential alliance between the Twilight Brotherhood and the Flynn Family, an old Magus with white hair and sky-blue eyes was making his way toward the underground dungeon.
He had broad shoulders and one could still see his muscles pulsing under his silk robes. Despite being an old man, this person radiated the vigor of someone much younger.
Every maid, servant, guard, or Magus that passed him by would stop and respectfully bow to him in greeting.
This person was none other than the Flynn Family's oldest retainer, Rank 2 - Mana Liquefaction Magus, Alvertos!
Upon approaching the entrance to the dungeon, the Magi standing guard there respectfully greeted him, "Welcome, Lord Alvertos."
"Are the prisoners from Silverhorde still in there?" He asked flatly. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
One of the guards, a female, glanced at him and answered, "Yes, my lord. Neither young lady Elysande nor Lord Constantine has interrogated them yet."
When Alvertos heard Adam's name, his fist involuntarily clenched.
That cocky little brat, he thought.
He never had a good impression of Adam to begin with. Initially, he would always look down upon the youth.
But after noticing his fighting prowess during all the missions they had gone together, he couldn't help but come to acknowledge him, albeit reluctantly.
However, that still didn't stop him from disliking Adam.
What caused his animosity toward him to grow even more was the fact that the youth's relationship with Elysande as well as her father, Brigham, had become very friendly.
It couldn't be helped. After all, Adam had cured Brigham when others couldn't. Even the leader of the Herbalist's Guild, the Rank 3 Magus Halbert Dawson, claimed that he wouldn't have been able to do as good of a job as Adam had.
Alvertos ordered the two guards standing before him, "Open the door. I will interrogate this new batch of prisoners myself."
"Yes, my lord!" The Magi opened the door and allowed the old man to enter.
Because of this, Alvertos went absolutely ferocious during all their missions in capturing the members of the Umbra Thieves.
He had taken it upon himself that he would slaughter every thief or assassin of this criminal enterprise that came his way.
That's what he had been doing for the last seven years.
He finally arrived on the first floor and headed toward the restroom to clean himself up. If he left the Flynn Manor drenched in blood, it would send a distasteful message to outsiders.
Upon entering the restroom, he locked it from the inside. Then, he walked toward the basin and started washing the blood from his hands.
His savage expression gradually reverted back to normal. All that was left on his face was clear indifference.
He looked up and gazed at his reflection in the mirror. He deeply looked at his own emotionless eyes.
Seven years, he thought.
For more than seven years I've hunted down the people of my own organization without remorse.
I've tortured them, killed them, and buried them with these two hands.
His gaze landed on his wet hands stained by the blood of his comrades. He involuntarily clenched them tightly.
But the time has come!
It was a good thing that they didn't immediately suspect me right after the patriarch recovered. After laying low for all these years, I'm sure all traces of suspicion have been removed.
He thought to himself grimly as he continued to wash his hands, For the last seven years I haven't had any communication with the guild.
I was sure the Flynns were keeping tabs on me! But now, they don't anymore. I'm certain!
Gradually, his lips curled up into a cold smile.
What we failed to accomplish seven years back will finally be attained before this month ends!
It's finally time I contacted the Umbra Thieves!