Chapter 203
Two figures walked down a street in Riptide City, walking towards a shop with a strange name: "Scarred Weaponry."
And the two figures didn’t look ordinary either. A man with a nasty scar over his face and neck, and a young boy with striking silver hair and purple eyes walked side by side silently and calmly.
Every now and then, the scarred man would glance at the young boy, his gaze complicated.
Michelle felt the man looking at her, but she didn’t pay it any mind and walked into the shop. "What a nice place!" she said lazily, her eyes raking over the weapons on display. Swords, whips, spears, and bows were just the most ordinary things there.
"How did you guess I own this place?" the scarred man asked, following closely behind Michelle.
She shrugged. "Just a guess. But the name was quite suggestive."
"What do you want to do here?" the man lifted a brow in question.
"Well..." Michelle let out a low hum as she thought about it. "Uncle, both you and the tavern lady work under the Dark Lord? Just like Noctis?" she asked as she picked up a whip. The material was unusual, strange to the touch.
At the mention of the Dark Lord and Noctis, the scarred man frowned a bit. "Why do you want to know?" His voice had a dangerous edge to it.
But Michelle wasn’t the least bit intimidated. "No real reason..." she shook her head as she spoke. "I’m just curious about a few things." She didn’t say that she wanted to slowly find out just how influential Alexander Terce and David Elether were.
"If you have no reason to know, you won’t get angry if I don’t tell you."
Michelle glanced at the man and put the whip away. "True..." she stretched her hands in front of her. "I already know the answer." She moved on to checking other weapons. "Not just you and the tavern lady, but most of the tavern guests work under the Dark Lord."