Chapter 80: His [Golden Ticket Bonus]
Theron was unmoved by the words. Deep inside, he would have sneered had that been in his personality to do. He would be a fool to trust anyone who killed for a living.
Who knew how many women, children, and elderly the old man had killed in his life. There was no mission an assassin wouldn’t take if the pay was right and the challenge suited them.
When you reached the level of the old man, you had to have become so indifferent to killing that it came with your inhale and exhale. If it suited him, Theron didn’t believe for a second that the old man wouldn’t kill him right here and now.
For him to take him under his wing meant that he needed something.
It had to be remembered that this wasn’t part of Theron’s plans. He didn’t think the old man would take him in. The fact that he dared to claim the Nightingales would be able to touch him either was an especially interesting touch.
Theron couldn’t help but wonder… just how deep did this pool go?
Still, none of that stopped a light of excitement from flashing briefly in his gaze. As much control as Theron had over his Mana, his control over his expressions and emotions just might be even more shocking.
And of course… such things were also in the tenets of an assassin.
The old man didn’t even ask Theron to kneel and acknowledge him as his disciple. Maybe amongst assassins, these things were entirely unneeded.