Chapter 464 - Acolytes Ⅳ (2/2)
Reginald does not flinch nor react as he replies without turning around. ”We are Prince's, and my grandchildren have inherited three founder lines and Merlin's own blood. If they were not gifted after having received all those bloodlines, I would truly be disappointed.”
Reginald strides across the wooden pub floor, when MacDuff adds, ”Though you never did tell us, Prince, how did you know that we were alive, and much less found us?”
The three seated wizards in the pub subtly reach for their wands as Reginald remains standing still and makes no motion of reaching for his wand. Slowly turning around to face the acolytes, his face is as impassive as ever. ”The methods or means I used are irrelevant, but suffice to say, I paid very well for information, and that the informer will never speak of this to anyone. You have my word.”
MacDuff tilts his head at Reginald in acceptance of the response while Grimmson leans back in his seat and relaxes, and Krafft fiercely glares at the retreating back of Regaindl Prince. The three acolytes watch Reginald depart silently into the night and vanish with a faint pop. Once Reginald has left the premise, Krafft gashes his teeth and roars, ”Can you believe the audacity of that man! Summoning us like we're some sort of underling!”
Grimmson snorts and says, ”The Prince has always been powerful even Gellert was wary of him to an extent that he did not protest when Prince left us. And who knows what else they know for the Prince's are the descendants of Percussor's after all, and perhaps, if pushed Prince would even have been capable of challenging Gellert. And make no mistake unlike Dumbledore's soft ways, the old Prince would have certainly tried to take Gellert's head.”
”That is certainly true,” MacDuff murmured in agreement recalling the raids, which they participated in and just how easily Prince slew his way Auror attacks and killed any bystander that stood in his path be it magical, muggle, innocent or not. ”Though Prince did make a fine point, we should ensure that none of our own become entranced away by promises of grandeur from this false lord.”
”Agreed,” the other two wizards said in unison.
”And what of Gellert?” Grimmson asked. ”Any news?”
”Nurmengard Castle remains impregnatable as ever,” Krafft answered in resignation. ”It would seem that we will not live to see Gellert ever free in our lifetime.”
MacDuff purses his lips and says, ”That is not necessarily true. What if we use this false lord and seek his aid?”
”Even if we accept his terms and conditions,” Grimmson rumbled, ”there is no guarantee that the false lord can deliver the promised good nor much less not betray us.”
”That is certainly true,” MacDuff mumbled. ”However, it is something that we should keep in perspective.”
”We shall see,” Krafft finally answered not at all convinced by MacDuff's argument. The three of them toss muggle bills onto the table, before striding out. The Acolytes were still alive, and they would find a way to liberate Gellert Grindelwald even if it were to be the very last thing they ever did.