251 Accept or Reject? (1/2)

The deadweight on the floor was nothing sort of average, he was one of the best assassins the tower could offer, yet the murderer didn't even know this fact. All he knew was that he tried to kill him and their group was probably on a hunt for a mother and daughter he tried to protect.

Lyon scratched his head, ”Now what, this was not supposed to happen.”

”But it did happen, no time to regret it now,” said Shen on his shoulder.

He lightly bit his thumb as he scanned the room he was in. Despite the occupation of the assailant, the room was pretty neat to his liking. ”I don't think it would be a great idea to just storm through like usual, this time the enemies are not stupid neither weak.”

He recalled the event in which he was fighting against probably the big boss in this place. He barely scratched the surface of his skin at the time, not to mention that he had followers. Now that he didn't have another Returning Jade Stone at his disposal, escaping them would be a miracle.

Lyon raised his eyebrow as he noticed a mask on the floor. Picking up the hope to get out of this place, he wiped off the blood before wearing it on his face. He knew that this cover was not enough thus he scavenged the body for a spatial ring. ”He must have some cloaks or something.”

He found the spatial ring in one of the corpse's finger before pulling it off. With a thought, he took a good look at the spatial warehouse. He found some weapons, pills, armor, a piece of paper, and more useless things.

”Ah, there it is, a cloak.”

It was made with a piece of fabric that covered his entire figure except for the mask. From the materials, it seemed almost the same as the one he was wearing underneath.

”Do you think this is going to work?” asked Shen.

”We don't have a choice, I must find my way back, Luna must be worried.”

The true dragon smiled wryly at his grandson, in this time of urgency where his life might be at stake, he worried about something different entirely. He nodded before his figure became transparent.

Lyon approached the door before he halted, he felt a presence, three to be exact. Two were standing guard on the door while the other one was running toward this room. (This is not good! I don't know what his personality is like yet!).

”Ah, 9th Abyss sir, please, the master is still recuperating from an injury—”

One of the servants was interrupted by the door being slid open by Lyon before he took a step forward while closing it slowly. The man in front of him wore the same mask as his and there was no way of differentiating it between both of them.

Unlike Lyon, the man was a head taller than him and there was not any unique way to identify the man in front of him other than the height.