THE KING OF KINGS
CHAPTER 28: THE YOUNG LORD OF THE DUST CLAN
CHAPTER 28: THE YOUNG LORD OF THE DUST CLAN
Because it was still afternoon, Dziban invited Aurora to go to the market. It just so happened that there were some items he had to buy, and all of those were requests from Lawrance.
Upon arrival there, they immediately split, before Dziban had given money of 100 gold to Aurora. Dziban walked closer to a simple merchandise guarded by a long gray-haired old man, said to be simple because the merchandise was simply placed on the ground with a red mat. Usually the merchants used the table to put down the items he sold, but this old geezer was a little different.
"Grandfather, are you selling a level 2 core beast with wood elements?" Ask Dziban politely, now his position is to kneel in front of the old man.
"You mean this brown stone?" Asked the old man while revealing a burning brown crystal, inside was the soul of a Black Wood Eagle.
"Yep, right! Incidentally this core core is also 2 storied." Said Dziban while taking the core out of the old man's hand.
"How much is it, cake?" Asked Dziban while observing the core core in his hand.
"Take it 50 gold." Answer the old man.
Dziban took out a piece of gold-colored paper money from his necklace, numbered 100 gold. He inserted the core into his necklace, then handed the banknote to the grandfather "Sorry cake, this seems like an advantage."
"Ah, thank you so much, son. This old grandpa is very lucky to meet you, finally this old geezer has money to buy food. Grandfather actually hasn't eaten for 3 days, just ate the leftovers from the people here." The old man said gratefully.
"Then Grandpa just wait here, I have a little need." Said Dziban before finally using Ghost Shadow Step, then darted away.
A few minutes later, he came back. He took out a Nightcore ring from his necklace, then gave it to the old man "Grandfather, this is a little food, just think of it as a gift because grandfather has helped me find the stuff I'm looking for."
The old man received the Nightcore ring from Dziban's hand, then put it in the bag of "Son's robe, you're so good. Thank you so much for helping this old man."
The old grandfather reached into the bag of his other robe, then took out 3 old black paper scrolls tied with gold-colored ropes. The grandfather also gave the three scrolls to Dziban "I'm sorry grandfather, it seems that this is all you can give in return for your good deeds."
As Lawrence exited the necklace and floated beside Dziban, he stared at the three scrolls for a while. One of the scrolls was enveloped by an extremely dense golden aura, the other was enveloped in an extremely terrifying black aura, and lastly an extremely fierce red aura. It seemed that he was curious about the contents of the three scrolls, as he felt an extremely intense aura emanating from the three scrolls.
"Son, you just take those three scrolls. It seems like these three are not ordinary items, I was impressed curious when I first saw them." Speak Lawrance by telepathy.
"Emang, who wouldn't accept it? You think you're the only one who can see the aura." Dziban replied telepathically as well.
Lawrance suddenly felt a bad premonition, it turned out that the bad premonition came from the old man's gaze on him. Didn't think long Lawrance went straight into the necklace back "Where did he realize my existence?! Was that what he was really looking at me?!"
"Well, let's leave the old man! It seems he realized my existence!" Lawrence orders a panic with telepathy.
"Stupid! Only people with Legend-level and above can be aware of my existence!" Answer Lawrance in an annoyed tone.
"Why indeed? I never provoked him, I helped him." Dziban.
"Bright... Oh, that's it, it's up to you." Lawrance has surrendered.
"Grandfather, thank you very much for your kindness." Said Dziban while receiving the three scrolls, then put them in the necklace and rose up "then I go first to the cake, there are still some items that I have to look for."
After saying goodbye, Dziban immediately continued his search. Because of his abundant money, he did not have the slightest trouble finding things as Lawrance had said. It's true, money is everything.
After that, Dziban immediately went to the Ashura clan guard post, he had promised Aurora to meet there. Upon his arrival, he did not find Aurora, but only a few green guards. He chose to wait for her, but already half an hour he waited, the white-haired girl still did not come as well. He chose to look for it, rather than having to wait for a few more hours, it was very boring.
Not 5 minutes, he finally found the person he was looking for. But instead of feeling happy, but instead feel annoyed and angry to see the events in front of him. He saw Aurora being circled by 5 Dust clan guards, all of them red-spirited. While in the middle of their circle were Aurora and a purple-haired man neatly combed left and right, the man had dark-black pupils, his body was tall and his skin was white, from the point of view of stature, he may be 15 years old. Dziban recognized the man, he had met him several times when there was a meeting of the 5 clans of the city of Semi. Well true, that man is the young master of the Dust clan, Belliaz Dust.
"Young master *******! How dare you bother Aurora!" Shouted Dziban full of anger while pointing at Belliaz.
The guards immediately changed their positions, now they were lined up neatly behind their young master. Aurora ran to Dziban and hid behind her back.
"Hoho... Turns out it was you, young master trash. Now that you've met me again, I wonder what makes you so brave?" Belliaz walked over to Dziban.
"Actually I've never been afraid to meet you, but what makes me not want to meet you is... The disgust of your face is, I just want to throw up." Dziban chuckled small. Actually he deliberately scoffs at him, aiming to make him provoked.
"********! A piece of trash like you is not worthy to say it to an honorable young master like me!" It seemed like Dziban's plan to provoke him was completely successful.
Belliaz took a deep breath, then leapt down on Dziban while raising the grip of his hand that was ready to hit. Suddenly his right arm turned into a shiny, silver-colored iron. He swung his hand at Dziban and shouted "Mythical Art: Iron Hand!"
Bukk
Dziban managed to withstand the attack with only his right palm, but the pain was very pronounced on his hands. Belliaz was surprised by that, once the trash boy never managed to dodge his attack and immediately fainted once hit by his iron fist. But now that it was different, the trash boy could already endure it.
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