1011 Grandmaster 1 (2/2)

So, after he came back, he went to the shopkeeper who was more than happy enough to tell him where Virvor had gone.

”Do you really believe that trash like you deserves such a weapon? I won't repeat myself again! Hand me the rod and kneel here for three days and nights! If you don't, you'll have to face the consequences.”

Virvor's small smile disappeared, replaced by an incomparably serious expression. Although he wasn't scared, that didn't mean that he thought this would be an easy battle. Although he now had such a good weapon, he wasn��t well versed in the art of the Bo. In fact, he had never used any weapons before. But, for the sake of such a good weapon, he had no qualms about learning. The problem was that learning in this setting was asking for death.

”If you handle the lackies, I can take care of this clown.” Dyon said off-handedly.

”But –”

Dyon shrugged. He knew that Virvor had a lot of secrets that were probably better kept a secret, it was just that he didn't know what they were. But, a commoner, carrying around enough money to buy a practitioner level weapon? That was enough to raise eyebrows.

”Don't worry about it, his Presence won't affect me, but you haven't taken your trials yet.”

When the crowd heard Dyon's words, their eyes widened slightly with shock. For the Presence of a Duke to not affect you, wouldn't that mean you had to be a Duke as well?... Since when did the 98th quadrant have a Duke young enough to enter the tower? What was going on?

”I won't join your faction because of this.” Virvor suddenly said, but it was clear that he was still very grateful.

With a laugh, Dyon took a step forward. ”You'll have to take that up with our fearless leader.”

At this moment, Violet, Wess and Luka had just come out of the tower. But, clearly it was too late for them to stop much of anything.