Chapter 508: Young Master

Chapter 508: Young Master



Northern was silent for a couple of seconds.

In those couple of seconds, the headmaster found it difficult to read his thoughts through his face; a deadpan expression stifled his features.

Then he eventually opened his mouth and started.

"Like I said before, I had an encounter with an elf from the underworld. But he had called it a name... what's the name again..."

"Strenaut?"

"Yes!" Northern exclaimed with widened eyes. "That one. If you know it, then you really must be from the underworld."

He paused for a moment, observing the man with a strange glitter in his eyes.

"I wonder how you people were able to cross both worlds."

"So what else do you know about us and the underworld?"

"About you? I don't really know anything. And about your world, I only know things that are concerning Tyrant and Origins."

The man suddenly shuddered.

Northern frowned, "You look like you're in your thirties. If not, I'd think you're getting old with the way you've been shivering every now and then when I say something."

The headmaster bowed his face into his palm for the next few seconds.

He couldn't have helped it in any way; how could he not shudder when Northern had casually mentioned a word that no one in or out of the underworld would dare to utter?

"It seems you don't know much about us indeed... and what you claim to know something about, I would really be glad if you say nothing about it to me. And I'm also not going to ask you how a kid like you knows something like this."

He removed his palm and looked into Northern's eyes as he continued.

"What I am going to ask you, however, is: what rift did you encounter this elf in, what was the rank of the rift, and how exactly did you survive?"

Northern lingered for a while and shrugged.

"I think tier V. And my partner at the time wiped off all the monsters. I also had to kill this elf guy; he was a real snake, I hate snakes. Afterwards, I went on to kill the servant of Tyrants who had messed up with the rift, but he managed to run away, which still leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I want nothing more than to kill that bastard."

The man stared grimly for a few seconds... until Northern stared back and uttered.

"What?"

Northern silently nodded, "Well... I guess that's that? So, you promised to help me, right? Then I will be the one left to pay you..."

The man stared absentmindedly before suddenly stopping Northern, who was about to stand

up.

"I'm sorry..." He extended his hand out with a baritone.

Northern raised his brow, standing up regardless, but on his feet, inquired,

"What is it?"

"I need you."

"Huh?"

"Your one slot, can you become a member of my citadel? Until a certain period, if you don't want to stay afterwards, then there's no problem."

Northern's lips curled up, "You seem quite in NEED of me? Can I add a few conditions?"

The man sighed, looking away for a moment, his face realizing he had lost his cool because Northern was a Master.

Northern spoke, raising a finger.

"You will take two others, a friend and my father. You'll provide accommodation for us, and

also all our meals will be on you. You will also be paying us."

The man sighed. "I'm willing to do that much for a Master." That sigh made Northern feel like he had been scammed.

"These other two, do you know what their soul ranks are?"

"They are both masters," Northern answered disinterestedly, still pondering if he could add

more.

'I'll talk about the price he'll be paying us then.'

Meanwhile, the man stared, eyes widened. He held Northern's hand with so much love in his

eyes.

"Please, please, tell them we will pay them too."