224 Chapter 224: Love At First Sigh (1/2)
Unfortunately, Caesar's confusion didn't stop the old man from approaching him. The gasps for breath, cheers, and squeals were blocked out as he scrutinized the approaching figure. He could feel his immense power from afar, and even his storage ring seemed to tremble ever so slightly.
Seconds seemed to feel like minutes, and it took quite a lot of mental fortitude for Caesar to recollect himself. A small smile formed on his lips as he stood up from the chair, greeting the old man with open arms. It would not be wise to make an enemy out of someone so influential, so Caesar would try his best to make him an ally.
The older man stopped just a few feet away from Caesar's table, subtly glancing at both Joe and him. His cane rhythmically tapped the floor as he walked back and forth, laughing quite ridiculously. This development confused everyone that was paying attention, but the laughter abrupt stopped.
”I haven't had the luxury of smelling this aroma for quite a while. All of the new fighters and heroes are striving for greatness, yet they have forgotten the most important step,” the man spoke, inching closer to Caesar's face.
”The country was founded upon war, massacres, death, evil. However, the new generation scoffs at such things. Even my own son doesn't dare to wage war. I wonder, where have you been all along?” the man continued in a strange voice, observing Caesar's every moment.
Bewildered, and unsure of how to respond, Caesar tilted his head to the side, the corner of his lips twitching, ”I beg your pardon? I'm not too sure what you are referring to, nor what your point is?” he replied.
The old man once again tapped the ground with his cane, ”you're different from the others. I'm not sure how, or why, but I feel something from the old ages in you. The smell of blood, death, war… ah, how nostalgic.”
Caesar stared back at the man with a blank look. He was currently contemplating how deranged the person in front of him was. At first, he had figured the man knew of his vampiric origins, similar to Musashi. But now, it was merely a matter of smell, he inwardly thought.
”Is that so?” Caesar replied curtly and sat back down on the chair, heaving a deep sigh.
The decrepit man smiled broadly and sat down at the table as well, ”My name is Ibrahim, the old king of Limbo kingdom. My eldest son followed in my footsteps, while the others were killed in the battle for the throne.”
Caesar nodded his head in comprehension. Generally, the battle for a throne was quite bloody, especially for an influential kingdom. In contrast, Rahvin was rather simple and easy, since it was practically a little child in comparison.
Both he and Ibrahim didn't have many topics to converse about, but they still exchanged pleasantries and names. Especially since Caesar had planned a meeting with Tazul after, there wasn't going to be a lack of strange conversations.
They talked for a total of fifteen minutes, about random and boring topics: their favorite colors, food, age, etcetera. Nothing of much importance was exchanged, but Ibrahim was in a great mood. His smiled extended from one cheek to another, and he didn't stop talking until the marriage ceremony was supposed to take place.
As expected of Limbo kingdom, well-trained butlers and maids cleaned up the guts that stained the floors and coaxed the guests in shock. The rebel ”leader” was cuffed and escorted by a few guards, and even one of the earthen magicians covered up the broken window.
The candles were relit, and the hall's appearance was restored as if nothing had even transpired. The futile attempts of the trespassers were in vain, and most of the nobles didn't even bat an eye at their deaths. Most of them were rather cruel, so the sight of death was not surprising to them at all.