Chapter 3: Appraise
Lucien stared ahead, taken aback by what he had happened.
He had actually gained a system. He felt the urge to laugh out loud. But then he remembered his situation. He felt like crying when he saw the comment on his wealth. He was extremely poor. His situation was still dire.
He opened his eyes to see the middle aged man, whom he now knew was Reynard Aureville standing before him.
"I'll send for your sister, maybe she will be able to make you change your mind."
On that grim note. He swished out of the room. The foppish young man, Roul, seemed to have something of his own to say, He stood before Lucien, self-assured in his father's victory.
"Not so lofty anymore. Are you?"
Lucien just looked at him coldly. This seemed to infuriate Roul. He stepped back and then sent a vicious punch into Lucien's stomach.
If his attributes hadn't been twice that of a normal human. He was sure that the punch would have killed him. As it was, Lucien felt like he had been hit by a sledgehammer.
Instead of pain what rose was fury. Red hot, impotent, rage.
He so dearly wished to return the favor. To punch Roul's smug face in, but unfortunately his strength was lacking.
Roul laughed at his helplessness. He turned towards the torturer. "Try to convince him."