"Sniiiifffff... haaaah—!"
Lysander's nostrils flared up as he snorted a line of fine powder on the table. His hair got some powdered dust on them along with his nose.
Lysander rubbed his nose and leaned back on his chair, propping his legs on the table and taking a deep, blissful breath.
A tingle ran down Lysander's body as his mind wandered off to a higher plane. Everything began revolving in his vision and colors he had never seen before popped up one after another.
While he was indulging in such forbidden pleasure, outside his camp, the hard working slaves suddenly felt a tremor in their chests.
The tremors got more intense and the same occurred with the guards as well. Everyone turned to look at the source of the sound and found a silhouette of something closing in on them.
The crimson moon was up. The night was dark. Mist covered the waters and the visibility was only upto a few hundred meters.
As everyone stared at the nearing silhouette, faint sounds of war drums were soon heard by them. The pebbles on the shore began bouncing as the ground trembled and eventually, everyone could see it.
Large hull of a wooden ship slowly pierced the mist and revealed itself to the slaves. The war drums were more intense than ever and made everyone clutch their chests.
"Tut-tut-tut-tuttututututut-tut-tut—!"
Wild, primal sounds of tribesmen were heard by the slaves and guards alike. The Asura guards may not be aware of it, but the slaves knew well that this sound meant only one thing — bloodshed. Absolute bloodshed!
The slaves went into a panicked frenzy and began screaming as they felt invaded.
The guards lashed them but it did not seem to be working this time around.
One of the guards immediately hurried towards Lysander's camp and screamed,
"Young master! Young master wake up! There's trouble everywhere!"
Lysander was lost in the la la lands and did not hear the guard.
The guard barged inside the camp after a while when he did not get any response from Lysander and found the man to be lying on his chair, his mouth open and saliva leaking from the corner of his lips.
There was fine white dust on his nose, fingers, hair, and table, painting a picture in the guard's mind about what may have transpired here a while back.
"Young master, wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"
The guard went close to Lysander and tried waking him up by shaking his body.
The man did not wake up.
Lith gave her a curt smile and didn't indulge in the flattery. He knew that everything went so smoothly due to sheer fortune. Things would've had the same outcome with the EGC guard invading Lysander's territory, but the number of lives lost would've been unknown. Lady luck was on Lith's side today and thankfully nobody died from his side.
Lith took a sip of the milk tea and felt a strong taste of ginger, clove, and pepper in it. The creamy texture due to milk and the subtle tastes of tea leaves was a total flavor bomb.
In the screens, Lith saw the EGC's guard shouting and calling for Lysander. From the looks of it, it would take some time before Lysander was destroyed.
Putting his teacup down, Lith looked at Wang Wei and said, "Tell the team on standby to begin with the operations."
Wang Wei nodded her head, gave a courteous bow, and left to hand out the instructions.
Soon, on one of the screens, Lith saw a group of masked people sneaking inside the destroyed EGC's territory.
They began installing traps and other explosives, and with the time that was left, looted whatever they could.
In the other screen, the EGC guard finally lost patience and snapped at the person inside the camp.
When he had a look at the drugged person lying limp on the chair, he stood in his place and grimaced.
"What the..."
It took every single ounce of power within him to not kill the man in front.
This was the second young master of the Asura God Clan. The waters were turbulent and touching this man could result in major problems from the EGC's side.
The EGC never made the first move. The AGC was yet to make their move, and the guard would land in trouble if he were to harm the second young master of the AGC.
The man fell into a big dilemma.
Technically, it could be said that the second young master was the first to have made the move, but this territory was like the countryside. Whatever happens here wasn't a big deal.
Falling into deep contemplation, the guard clenched his fist and kicked Lysander's chest, making his face kiss the ground.
He then took out a communication talisman from his space ring and contacted the higher authorities, wanting to ask what he should be doing next.
At this point, Lith who was watching the whole scene, patted Qingshan's tender butt. She was standing right beside him, and this came off as a natural gesture to him.
"It's your cue."
Qingshan nodded, gave Lith a bow, and vanished from her place.
Lith took a sip of his herbal tea again and thought, 'It should get more interesting from here onwards.'