"What?" The person on the family throne spoke up with his brows creased as a murderous intent slowly but steadily spread out of his body.
"Something the matter Mr. Franklin?" Noticing the murderous intent coming out of person seated on the throne in the family hall, one of the people seated on the regular chair suddenly asked with a curious look on his face.
This person is a decrepit looking old man who looks like he has gone through many eras and centuries. His face, weathered like ancient stone, is etched with the lines of a thousand battles fought and won. Wisps of gray hair cling to his scalp like stubborn vines clinging to a crumbling ruin.
Despite his frail appearance, there’s a palpable sense of power emanating from him, as if the very air around him hums with the echoes of spells long cast and enemies long vanquished. His eyes, though clouded with age, gleam with a fierce intelligence, a testament to the countless years of wisdom accumulated in his journey through life. This is no ordinary old man; this is a warrior, a sage, a keeper of secrets and wielder of ancient magics.
"Oh no it’s isn’t something that needs your attention Undying Soul" The person on the throne answered with a cold look on his face.
Apparently, the person on the throne is none other than Veronica’s father Franklin and the news he just got is the death of Veronica’s guard called Harley.
"Eccentric" Just then, Franklin called out in a commanding tone while he still comfortably sat down on his throne.
"Yes Lord Franklin" in the next moment, a voice trailed into the family hall as a silhouette appeared right behind where Franklin is seated with his head lowered.
"Find out who killed Harley and bring that person to me either death or alive" Franklin spoke up again in an indifferent yet commanding tone.
"Consider it done Lord" the person who Franklin refered as eccentric replied in a respectful voice before he instantly vanished from that area.
"As for you, you can leave now" Franklin spoke up again as his gaze shifted towards the person who is still bowing at the centre of the family hall.
"Thank you Family head" the person replied in a respectful voice as he kowtowed before he also vanished from that area.
"Well now that you have settle the matter that doesn’t concern us, can we begin this meeting by telling us why you told us to come?" Another person seated in the family hall suddenly spoke up as soon as the bowing silhouette vanished from that area.
This person is an old looking female who has a strange aura all around her. Her tattered robes billowing around her like the remnants of a shroud. Every movement on her body seems to echo with the weight of mortality, as if the very ground beneath her feet recoils from her touch. Her skin is as pale as moonlight, stretched thin over bones that seem too fragile to support the weight of her years.
Strands of silver hair hang limply around her gaunt face, framing eyes that gleam with a cold, otherworldly light. Despite her advanced age, there’s a stillness about her that borders on unsettling, as if she exists outside the flow of time itself. This is not a woman who fears death but have made peace with it.
"Relax you old bones, am getting to that" Franklin replied as he tried to adjust himself while a cup of tea suddenly materialized in his hands. After taking in a cup of tea, he finally continued but with a serious look on his face.
"Our superiors have given us a cold black mission"
"What!!?"
"How is that possible!!?"
"Code black!!!?"
As soon as Franklin made this statement, loud and shocked gasps instantly flew out of the mouths of almost everybody seated in the hall.
"Bahh!! How can the superiors give us a code black mission? There haven’t been a code black mission for a 100 years now!" The person who Franklin refered to as Undying Soul spoke up with a look of disbelief on his face. But the female cultivator who Franklin previously interacted with kept a solemn look on her face as she looked straight into the eyes of Franklin and asked grimly.
"Can you show us the proof that they really gave us a code black mission?"
"Gladly" Franklin replied with a calm look on his face as the cup of tea which he was holding suddenly vanished before he slowly stretched out his right hand. In the next moment, a token suddenly appeared right on top of the right hand Franklin stretched out.
This token is filled with an ancient and death qi which would likely possess a dark and foreboding aura, emanating an unsettling energy that hints at its sinister nature. Visually, it might appear as an aged artifact, weathered by time and bearing cryptic symbols or inscriptions associated with death and decay. The surface could be adorned with intricate patterns, reminiscent of ancient civilizations or occult practices.
Upon closer inspection, one might notice a faint, pulsating glow emanating from within, casting eerie shadows that seem to dance across its surface. This subtle luminescence, combined with the token’s ominous aura, creates an atmosphere of dread and unease for those who dare to gaze upon it.
When held or touched, the token might evoke sensations of coldness and dampness, as if drawing upon the very essence of death itself. Some may even claim to hear faint whispers or murmurs emanating from the depths of the token, though whether these are real or imagined remains a matter of debate.
Those attuned to spiritual energies might sense a palpable darkness surrounding the token, a potent blend of ancient wisdom and malevolent intent. It is said that those who come into contact with such artifacts risk being consumed by the darkness they contain, their souls forever tainted by the touch of death qi.
"I can’t believe it...." Undying Soul muttered with a dazed look on his face while he just blankly stares as the token which is floating right above Franklin’s right hand.
"This is really the Death token of legends" The female cultivator also muttered with a look of disbelief on her face. As for the others, they just blankly stare at the token while staying completely mute.
"Now do you believe me?" Franklin suddenly asked as he quickly made the token to disappear. As soon as he did, everyone else in the hall finally regained their senses.
"What kind of mission do the superiors want us to do that they had to tag it as a code black mission?" Undying Soul asked with a curious look on his face.
When Franklin heard him, he first took in a deep breath before he replied in a grim tone.
"They just discovered that one of the Keepers of Harmony is located in this country"
"The Keepers of Harmony.." The female cultivator muttered as her expression became icy cold while being filled with a dreadful death qi. This caused the people around her to shuddered involuntarily before they had to shift away from her before they get affected.
"Do they know who the person is specifically?" Undying Soul asked with a cold look also on his face.
"Oh don’t worry. Even if they didn’t, I think I do based on their description of how the person looks like" Franklin replied with a wicked grin on his face.
"Then quickly tell so that we can put an end to the cunt’s pathetic life" Undying Soul said right after as his aura suddenly flared out of his body. But Franklin still remained calm as he suddenly thought of an ordinary looking brown haired young man who dresses like an ordinary business man. And with an evil look now on his face, he answered.
"My dear daughter’s lover called Hutton Maxwell"
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"Just one more time and I think I can get the hang of it" standing upright in the middle of his room while being shirtless, Hutton muttered to himself with a resolute look on his face.
And so, With a deep breath, Hutton centered himself, feeling the energy of the room swirling around him. Closing his eyes, he focused his mind, visualizing the intricate movements required to summon the protective shield. His hands began to move with fluid grace, tracing intricate patterns in the air as he channeled his qi with precision.
At first, his movements were hesitant, faltering as doubt crept into his mind. But with each repetition, Hutton’s confidence grew, his movements becoming more assured as he tapped into the reservoir of power within him.
Suddenly, a shimmering barrier materialized before him, translucent and ethereal yet undeniably potent. It crackled with energy, pulsating with the strength of his will as it encased him in its protective embrace.
A triumphant smile spread across Hutton’s face as he gazed upon the manifestation of his hard-earned mastery. The Heavenly Shield stood as a testament to his perseverance and dedication, a symbol of his ability to overcome adversity and emerge stronger than before.
’Now am ready to face those bastards from Russia’ Hutton thought with a confident smile on his face.