Chapter 246: Old Acquaintances (2)
Adrian Fenrir... Henrio would never forget that name or the face till his last breath. A sadist bastard like Henrio, who couldn’t keep his hands off anyone he desired, was stopped by someone he considered filth.
That filth was the kind hero, Adrian Fenrir.
When the heroes were new to Nexaria, many nobles tried to win them over and recruit them into their own factions. As such, they were often invited to parties and other events where the nobles showed off to their fullest, hoping to buy their loyalty.
However, not everyone had such pure intentions, and the Richen house was one filthy family. They had no interest in forming bonds with the heroes. Instead, they saw them as tools for their own gain, seeking to enslave them and use their powers for their own nefarious purposes.
Henrio’s father wanted a certain elven hero candidate for himself and almost got away with it—had it not been for Adrian’s keen eyes.
Adrian, at the time, was loyal to the church, immediately alerted the authorities of the deceit, and helped Richen get caught in the act. Not only did he save the elf’s life, but he also destroyed any power the Richens had in the region.
After all, nobles, although each other’s friends, were all snakes that didn’t hesitate to bite each other when the opportunity came. Adrian had handed them one such opportunity on a silver platter, and they didn’t hesitate.
Soon, the house was ousted and ridiculed, and Adrian thought that was that until he saw Henrio with his army of slaves.
"I guess old habits die hard," Adrian smirked, casually walking towards Henrio. "I guess your filthy house was restored to power to fill the void left by the heroes?"