Hunters And White Lotus

chapter seventeen

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"Why are you asking such useless things?" Ketus Flitch, that annoying Silver-haired. Lateef just kept silent not responding to Flitch. Her brownish iris was still staring at me.

"I-I..," I stammered. The pressure of his aura is incredible. Flitch snorted violently then got up and walked up to me, he stopped right in front of me and looked sharply at his silver iris.

"Jawab," he said with great emphasis. I swallowed, still in silence. Suddenly, I couldn't write the sentence correctly. I exhaled slowly, then with all my courage I raised my head and challenged his gaze.

"Jawab" he said again.

"I-I'm innocent. I-I may be Arzel's daughter, but I never eat humans. Means legally you can't execute me." My reply stammered, the vow of pressure here is terrifying.

"What did he really say, Delon?" Flitch looked at the creature next to me.

"Yes, chief. The aura Isabella had proved it," Delon replied politely.

"You've made sure he doesn't use magic to mask his aura?" Apparently Flitch is still suspicious.

"It is impossible that he used such a large amount of magic, because the last two months of life energy in his possession were little. The aura Isabella had was pure." Delon replied firmly, that was enough to silence Flitch in front of me. I looked at Delon and gave him a grateful smile.

"Nothing in sense. I think he can live" Lateef muttered as he nodded his head slowly.

"You stupid or what? doesn't this prove he's getting dangerous?" Ketus Flitch's.

"Sorry, what do you mean?" I don't understand.

"You're starving and that means the consciousness of the devil inside you is thinning. You can go on a rampage at any time and destroy us at any time, there's no guarantee you won't do that." Flitch is back in his place.

"Sorry, chief. Doesn't that make no sense? he was running out of life energy. How will he destroy us? what's there when he's raging his life energy will run out." Delon.

"Arzel's descendants aren't that weak. Running out of life energy does not mean death, but magic as special will rise and..." Flitch hung up his sentence while staring at the carpet floor, making the atmosphere tense.

"The Armageddon cycle happened." Delon replied undaunted, I gulped, sweat pouring into my arm. As soon as the room became silent, my eyes stared tensely at the brown carpet on the floor.

Armageddon Cycle. A cycle that occurs when an event

or a catastrophic disaster that can damage the survival of life around the world. And in this century, I can be the trigger, with the power embedded in me.

"I wonder why the Asoka family gave this complicated order." Flitch leaned back into the wooden chair. While Lateef pensively knocked on the wooden table. I thought hard about stringing up sentences, I didn't want to die anyway.

"Sa-me.can survive. I'm not going to go berserk!" Seruku.

"The guarantee?" Ask Flitch coldly.

"My life for fifteen years. During that time I managed to hold myself back!" My breath was puffing, my eyes staring straight ahead. Flitch seemed to be petting my words.

"Again, if I eat some magical apples it can be infused!" Connect me.

"You're still a time bomb, aren't you?" Flitch's words successfully cornered me.

"You are a double-edged sword. And not a few are after you. The point is you're a big responsibility." The man in white tapped on the table agitatedly.

"Unless someone teaches her to control her powers." Chirps Lateef, successfully locked us in silence.

"Who would do such a troublesome thing?" Ask Flitch cynically.

"Me," Lateef replied casually.

"Printed. We don't have time for such a thing." Flitch looked at the annoyed Lateef beside him.

"I'm tired of waiting for silver hair. Identifying racist groups is too long. You know we can dive while drinking water."

"You don't think controlling it is a hassle. You know what the risk is. "

"Come guys. Than when we wait in vain."

Lateef tried to convince her, Flitch seemed to think for a moment, her bright eyes glaring at me. Finally Flitch breathed a heavy breath.

"You sure?" Flitch looked at Lateef next to him.

"Alright, then today's trial is closed. The results of the negotiations will be notified later tonight. Dismissed!"

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POV Author

Slowly the short needle crawled towards the eight-night figure. The temperature in Flitch's room also decreased dramatically due to the cooling that Lateef blamed. Rather than busy scolding the creature, Flitch chose to take a serious look at the hologram featuring two figures. A woman and a man who were talking in front of her, while the latex who was sitting on her bed was engrossed in a wide yawn.

"Hey! not polite!" Ketus the figure of the man in the hologram. His fierce bearded face could bully anyone, but the law would not work on Lateef.

"Can't you grow up a little, Lateef. Your age is in your thirties, you know." Gentle speech of the female figure in the other hologram. Her graceful parasites and accompanied by her long black hair, would definitely be able to bewitch any man. But unfortunately, this law fared the same as before.

"Ralat, Nyoya. I'm five hundred years old" Lateef replied lightly.

"But his attitude is like that of a Kindergarten child" said Flitch.

"At least I'm not like you who stress easily to gray hair." Reply Lateef, this successfully made him in terror gaze predator creatures next to him.

"Back to the topic!" Shouted the bearded man. Those who are angry only change their views and then obey their orders.

"So, Lateef, you took the initiative to be Isabella's mentor" The woman called Nyoya opened the topic.

"Mentor is only for training for a day, that's all" Lateef replied

"A day, isn't that too short?" Ask Flitch for wonder.

"Basic senile. Of course I will take him to the world of replicas, the time there is relatively slow rather than here" Lateef replied as he stuck out his tongue

"What if it doesn't work?" Now the bearded man asked.

"Of course I killed him. At least I gave it a chance," Lateef replied flatly, unlike his usual self.

"So, what's your decision?" Flitch asked the two figures before him.

"I agree," the graceful woman voiced out.

"I didn't. Too risky," the beard man argued.

"There is no need to worry about me being an admirer of beards" Lateef sneered.

"The beard is the epitome of a man's manhood! Don't insult my manhood!" The bearded man shouted ferociously.

"Stupid, you're not a human spirit. Once the admirer remains an admirer, no reason is needed," Lateef smiled lightly, making the man fire a beard.

"I agree," Flitch mediates a showdown

"I agree," Lateef replied casually.

"Alright, the outcome of the trial has been determined. Issabella gets a chance. Lateef, announce this to your protege" orders Flitch. Lateef nodded then deftly grabbed the phone in his pocket, he quickly called out to someone through the advanced object.

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Isabella POVs

'I thought he would be executed!'

'What, he's still alive?! What do the chiefs think?'

I complained inwardly, why did this annoying voice sound to me, only worsening my mood. Not only fear, anxiety, and annoyance are mixed feelings. Bad thoughts also weighed on my mind that was so tired.

While Delon was in the corner of the room, busy calling. After the last nod the beautiful creature hung up the phone and came to me with a pseudo expression of relief.

"Who called you?" Much

"Eastern chief. The chairman announced the decision of the meeting, "The answer has received more attention than me. I enthusiastically asked what the answer was.

" 'Isabella was given the opportunity to train her strength by Lateef, but only once. If you fail, you will be killed' "

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