Thud! Thud! Thud! Frank poked various acupoints around Mobius' body, paralyzing him.
"You shouldn't have threatened my family," he said impassively and kicked Mobius out of the window.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Family..." Mobius' eyes were wide, staring at the face that was soon far away, as he felt the agony tearing through his back.
His vision soon faded, and he was dead.
"Hmm?!" Far beyond Draconia, an elderly white-haired man sleeping in a grand canopy bed within a mountain castle suddenly opened his eyes.
The candles around him lit up as he did.
After all, Yohan Bozad had just sensed a thread of godforce connected to himself fading away.
"Mobius..." he murmured, quickly identifying the thread, and he closed his eyes as he sighed. "He's servedfor so long, and he died in Draconia." As Mobius had said, he could see what Mobius saw before his death, even feeling the free fall leading to it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Wait, he fell to his death? No, someone must have thrown him out of a building... But who? He's young, but that face is a blur?" Still laying in his bed, Yohan murmured, "Numan, Rodan." "Master Bozad." At his gentle call, two men who were just getting shirtless paused, their expressions solemn.
The two men were blond, exceedingly muscular, and covered in tattoos. They happened to be in a noisy bar, ready to get things going with their partners for the night. en kikistories QUMS But now, both traded glances as they turned solemn, while the ladies with them were left staring at them in confusion.
Both men looked raring to go just a second ago, but it was as if all that excitement hade to a jel: screeching halt as they stared into thin air. en.kikistories S "Go to Draconia and investigate Mobius' death. Then, avenge him." And with those short, simple instructions, the weird sensation in Numan and Rodan's mind faded.
"Draconia? Mobius?" Numan and Rodan were caught in disbelief-Mobius? Dead? The man was Yohan's personal valet, and Yohan thought most highly of him.
To think that someone dared to kill Yohan's servant, and one who had seen Yohan's face on top of that... Numan and Rodan smirked nheless-this was going to be fun.
"Draconia, huh? I heard they have those... martial artists?" Numan, who had a skull tattoo, mused. "Hmph. They're nothing in the face of Master Bozad's godforce." Rodan sneered through his beard. Numan smiled savagely too. "You're right. They're asking for it by messing with Master Bozad." "What are you on about, boys? Are we doing this?" The ladies were giving them looks, clearly unhappy about the pause. "Hmph. Of course we are." Numan leaped forward and went to work.
Soon, Rodan was panting too, and he suggested, "Oh, and I heard the ladies are nice over there. Why don't we get saction too while we're there?" en.kikistories "Good idea. Hehe..." Numan chuckled.