I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 535: A Group Of Monsters



"It's a lot of explanation, but trust me, we can trust this guy."

'Trust you? Hell nah!'

But it wasn't like Northern had a better solution either. Hence, as Alystren had said, they had to trust him.

'Maybe for my dad and Shin to give their trust. But me? I don't have enough to go around.'

Be it whatever will be should be, Northern was very confident it couldn't change zilch nada from what he planned to do or wanted to do.

He examined the surroundings with a sharp intensity to the depth of his gaze, then brought his beautiful eyes to Alystren.

"Do what you must," he answered.

'Why can't I help but turn to him as the leader of the group all the time? Shin is literally here...'

Alystren wondered as he knocked on the iron gate. There was something about Northern that just automatically drew attention to him.

He was almost as tall as Shin, a little bit taller than Ryan. His eyes were young by physical appearance, but the depth of his gaze bathed his presence with an intense and overwhelming feeling to be revered.

It didn't even seem like Northern was trying sometimes; even when he moved slightly, Alystren would glance and almost look at him with eyes of adornment.

What about him was so impressive? Even he did not have the answers.

But his eyes wouldn't just look away. Sometimes it was adoration, other times it was cautiousness and curiosity.

Kang! Kang! Kang!

Alystren groaned annoyingly, shoving away his thoughts as he knocked again.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

'Why am I thinking about him? Don't bother, don't bother,' he egged himself otherwise.

Northern stood like a statue, his arms folded and eyes buried slightly beneath the fallen length of his white hair.

Usually, despite their length, they were always parted, making his eyes clear to be seen, but while they were on their way, he had deliberately tousled them together to hide his eyes.

Because, all the while, he had been actively doing something.

Suddenly, Northern flinched a little bit as something seemed to grab his attention. But no one else seemed to notice.

"Who are you people?"

A voice rolled out from behind them.

Shin's eyes widened immediately. With the voice came an insanely bitter bloodlust that he couldn't help but draw his sword against.

"Wai-"

With a swift pivoting of his body, Shin turned, using one hand to push the scabbard of his sword forward to meet the space requirement for the other hand to grab the hilt and swipe it out-all in time for him to aim his sword at the speaker's neck.

Alystren had his hand stretched out; Shin's movement had been too fast for his words to even make it.

Moreover, that insane speed.

'What was that? How is his reaction speed so fast? When did he pull the sword?'

Before Alystren's eyes, all that happened was a blurry turn, and the sword was right at the presence's neck.

But Alystren frowned darkly as he looked at the person Shin was aiming at.

'You shouldn't have done that... not to this guy...'

The presence looked like a living corpse. His skin was not pale; it was white!

His eyes were darkly red, with a sharp gaze that seemed to be piercing into their skulls. His hair was tousled around roughly and short; in fact, it seemed wet.

And below his eyes were reddened circles as if he had scratched that point intensely for a long period of time.

There was something unsettling about him. Everything about him screamed the haste of death. In fact, in a situation like this, running would probably be a better solution.

Shin's gaze was serious, unwavering, and grim.

However, a line of blood suddenly appeared on his cheek, vomiting a single drop of blood that slipped down his jaw.

His frown tightened more.

'What? When?'

Shin was sure he didn't see anything happen, and his gaze had been on this guy the moment he spoke. He had acted faster than anyone would.

"How dare you point your sword at my neck."

The person said, his voice was like that of an arrogant thirteen-year-old boy, and even his look did not fall far from that tree.

Alystren sighed.

"I'm sor-"

"How dare you wield bloodlust against my father?"

Suddenly, everywhere became heavy; the air seemed to rush away in haste, and breathing became a hassle.

With a calm but powerful voice, Northern commanded, "Kneel."

Before a beat passed after his words, the boy felt his entire legs give out, as if a massive

boulder suddenly crushed him with Northern's words.

His eyes were already widened and were trembling severely. Pearls of sweat had begun to

form all over his face, and his hand could not even tighten.

He clenched his teeth together with a furious resolve and, with a shout, clenched his fist and smashed it into the soil.

However, he suddenly stopped as water dripped on him from above.

'What?'

The boy's eyes expanded impossibly as his gaze went up.

Spears of ice had spread all over him, and it seemed they had been there so long that they had

begun to melt slowly under the afternoon heat.

And he didn't even know where they came from.

'The white-haired...'

Northern was standing behind him. He hadn't even known how that happened; he was sure he got behind everyone before anyone noticed, and yet Northern was standing behind him.

There was an introverted-looking guy who stood aloof in front of the gate, not even minding

what they were doing.

The boy's eyes suspected for a moment if he was the one.

'No... he's not even looking here...'

It was impossible that someone would have created so many ice spears without even having

to look!

Hence, it had to be Northern.

A thousand thoughts raced across his mind in seconds; something is definitely wrong with

these set of people!

He gritted his teeth angrily as he glared at Shin.

"Who are you people?" Then he turned to Alystren, addressing him with a bit of familiarity, "What darn monsters have you brought to my master's abode?!"