Chapter 38: Ian and Alaric’s Dynamic
Ian didn't know what was going through Alaric's mind. But even if he knew, he wouldn't really care about it. In the end, only strength speaks. If you don't have sufficient strength, you don't have the qualification to speak. This was true back on Earth, and it was more so in this world where supernatural power exists!
"So why did you call me?" Ian's eyes darted back to the Elder with a questioning look. "More so, in such an unsightly place... I don't mean to offend you, but this place does look badass, but I'll be blunt... It's kinda disappointing."
"Do you think piling up skeletal remains to form a mountain is that intimidating?"
Ian went on and on about the negatives of the place that Alaric felt his eardrums hurt for a while.
"Stop!" Alaric couldn't take it anymore. In response, Ian quickly sealed his mouth.
'Opppsss... Did I take it too far?'
As Alaric saw Ian stop, he heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't expect that the fearsome giant vampire had such a poisonous mouth, which was a surprise for him. "This place is the Burial Sanctity of Skeletal Mounds!" Who doesn't know about this place!?" His saliva almost spewed as his voice raised a few decibels.
Ian stared at Alaric speechlessly. With a shrug, he whispered. "Such a long name. But I haven't really heard about it." He said carefully.
Hearing this, Alaric calmed down. He stared at Ian for a few seconds before he sighed. He shouldn't take it personally, right?