Chapter 652: Evaluate (2/2)
”Lord Igna, I thought you brought paintings, not a child's scribble. I can't even make the arguments of it being modern or else avantgarde. There's no meaning, no context, and no feel, the strokes are lackluster and sloppy. I don't care if it looks somewhat interesting, the foundation is lacking,” *Appraisal,* ”-my skill displays zero, tis worthless. I'm tired of these types of attempts, people see money being thrown at random pieces and think it easy to replicate or mimic. The first one, trash.” So on and so forth, the evaluation concluded with a very angry statement. More he looked, more the blood boiled. ”-I'll stop at two, the third one is… boring.” A crash toppled the work, a sense of dejection fueled his mind and body, the fist attempted to curl, a clear expression of, '-who does he think he is?' carried onward.
”There we have it,” said Igna, ”-the god of arts and craft was judged and said to be worthless. How does it feel to be rejected by a lowly human? Don't mistrust his skill, that man is Thomas Edson, a man blessed with Appraisal, he can objectively identify and price items. Station, prestige, a god?” he cackled, ”-how very childish. Here I thought the god of art would at least repay the cost of the paint. No matter, we're headed back, I have urgent business to attend.”
”I want food,” complained Vanesa, ”-pops…”
”And get food too.”
The man froze, no words nor emotions emanated, Nike watched on from the side, baffled and intrigued. The head swayed left and right, Thena to Igna, one held the upper hand over the other.
'He said my works were worthless,' a cloud fell and marred a proper outlook onto the world. Silence forced Nike to carry his friend to the vehicle, from which, they returned home.
”Was it necessary?” inquired Nike.
”Whatever do you mean?”
”You know very well…”
”No, it was an earnest choice. Titles easily cloud a person's judgment. If I were to name you the god of dance, would thee suddenly be the best at dancing?”
”Good point,” she squinted, ”-yet, it feels wrong.”
”Call it a proper start.”
The attended business was a live feed of the gambling house. '-The damned pest has decided to attack the Raven's again. Was the 1 million but a carrot leading Kul and Asmodeus. Who's the conspirator…'
”Master,” displayed Éclair, ”-I've identified the perpetrator. Tis Esvalo, he wishes to storm the building and steal our produce.”
'A pitiful operation to find the formula,' he sighed, '-toggle the AFR and slay any who enters the premises.'
Sun glared onto the bystander-less streets, '-no way I'm letting these two make money off my head…' vans pulled to the entrance, '-anyone who messes with the mob must pay, and especially people who know too much. Why did the boss have to contact them, my compatriots can't sell their produce… Saku's the only option, they'll buy at a very low price, if we negotiate, bullets will fill our heads.'
”Boss, we're ready to storm.”
”Hold on a moment,” he paused, ”-are you sure the building is empty?”
”Yes, Kul and Asmo left for Dostein on orders from the boss.”
”Then who am I to interject,” cigar lit, ”-have at it.” The gates of hell opened, the instant the metal flung inward, turrets sprouted out the walls and floor, *bang, bang, bang,* no less than two seconds, five people were shot in the head. ”GET DOWN,” ordered he, the cigar fell, '-what in the world?'
”THEY HAVE TURRET-” end of the message.
'What's this again?' awoke a man from a bruised lady, ”-the red-district workers here are very resilient,' the curtains parted to a buffed and naked man, '-ever since her death, I haven't enjoyed the company of another woman. I'm an idiot, allowing rage to take over like that,” nonchalantly checking the lady, ”-don't act like a princess, you damned doll. Feelings aren't necessary for thy line of work. I appreciate the courtesy… big breasts and very nicely curved thighs, a man's fantasy,' he lit a cigarette, ”-too bad your nothing than a toy for the wealthy,” he inched for a better look. Mouth gagged, hands cuffed to the bed and slashes across the stomach and legs, ”-at least have the decency to shave,” he sat and wrapped his hands around her face, ”-a very nice specimen indeed,” the cigarette extinguished in her neck, the bed rocked till half an hour later, the lady curled into a precarious position, her face smothered in sweat and fluids, ”-workers deserve no respect,” *spat,* ”-fuck you.” The unknown figure ambled into the shadowy corridors.
'The sound of gunfire, this place is very active,' coat on, the taller than average customer made for the square, there, a grandly priced car waited, '-what's the deal with the shootings?'
The parked vans soon fled the scene, corpses were left to rot. Workers from the neighboring brothel curiously made for the motel from which they helped in taking the bodies inside. ”Thank you for the help,” said a demoness in a pretty lady's body.
”No problem,” replied a human lady, ”-us girls must stick as one and survive the harshness of the world.” The world be damned, screw the misogynistic fools who abused the hardened maidens of the night, such went across the demoness's mind. Regardless of the race, and despite their patronizing look on humans, they felt the same per shared experiences.
Igna reached home finally and dashed for the study. Countless files and information were compiled for review, the truth behind the attack needed to be found. More he read, the clearer grew a vague picture, the four families are allied as one, instead, tis two versus two. Yonak and Vermillion pitted against Leon and Saku, the peace was more of a deadlock as opposed to an understanding. A factor knew too only a few. '-Esvalo is directly involved in the invasions. Tis insanity, does he not realize the might Raven hold? Perhaps someone is guiding his actions. The families aren't involved in Cimier's affairs. Together, the four could pull enough men and assets to rival their organization. Wait a moment…' a eureka moment dawned his mind, '-Esvalo is associated with Cimier. If I replace said bit of information as to his motive, most of the foolishness becomes clearer. The cunning elapses expectation, a very nicely carved façade. Avoiding suspicious and keeping the factions from banding as one. Cimier's more resilient as I've imagined, time to prove the plausible truth.'