Chapter 489: Zando Godfray - F**K Me (1/2)

The hell was this man doing? First the Palace, now he is smearing blood upon the walls? I must thank that strange old man. Was it not for him? I would have forgotten what this bastard looked like?

”M'lord, what would you have us do? He just entered a well-known tavern. A powerful God owns it; crossing into unknown territory that is not our own will not be wise.” Solfar Rixnos, the scary little shit, cowered, hiding his trembling hands behind his back.

”Are they more powerful than my master?” I argued, scrunching my brow at the fool that dared to hold my attention.

”No, but--”

”Then that's all I need to know. Now follow me and keep your damn trap shut.”

Unable to help myself, I scoffed, totally annoyed. I swear I miss the days where I could plow my guardsman daughters when they overstep. This fucker is lucky I am still under investigation.

”Come on, let's go. We have about an hour break before we must head out again.” I commented, heading into the same tavern as my target, which stood over three stories in height.

It was vibrant inside, filled with the Dao of Water that calmed one's nerves. Sensing this was more of a restaurant, my gaze fell upon the man with dark hair with ashen highlights.

Noticing my stare, he pointed to the free seat that held a glass of wine. ”Let no one enter or leave if anyone dares question why. Tell them the Court of Nox is investigating a disturbance. Also, send word to HQ and have someone investigate those blood smears.”

”Yes, Sir,” Siad Solfar sharply.

Snorting in response, I approached the strange man, whose gaze portrayed indifference. Taking a seat, I lifted the wine glass, taking a whiff of the enchanting notes of summer's bliss mixed with a hint of autumn's zest.

”It will marvel me that such wines could exist, adding the very seasons of heaven into a symphony. It makes you wonder, doesn't it? Can mankind do everything?” He uttered, taking a small whiff followed by a sip.

Pretentious if you ask me. It's goddamn wine. You drink and fuck, that's it. The hell is he talking about? Guess this is what Master called 'class.' I hate wine. Only bitches drink this shit.

”Least you didn't cheap out.” I voiced, swirling my glass around, studying the blood liquid coiling within its glass.

”Not a fan of wine, I take it?” He said, startling me for a bit, as I had never shown any inclination I hated wine. ”Yet here you are. Care to tell me why you are following me?”

”Curiosity,” I replied, recalling the blossoming flower of silver. It was all I could see that day when I caught a glimpse of her. Her skin was enchanting to the touch without a hint of blemish, and her gaze soft, without malice. She was perfect.

”Really? Because all I felt was disgust when I first laid eyes upon you, Zando Godfray. I had wanted to cut your throat for staring at my daughter.” He explained as if to break the smile that hung upon my lips.

I knew what I was, and I enjoyed what I did. Their child-like screams, the way they would shake, the way they would break. Come now, who could resist such temptation?

(A/N: Sorry... this is... Not happening again.)