ushernet Chapter 648: The Service Of Vengeance
Chapter 648: The Service Of Vengeance
Chapter 648: The Service Of Vengeance
Northern returned to his room and tossed a bottle of water to Aster before dragging a chair out from the table and sitting on it, folding his arms.
The blabbermouth gulped down the water in one go, not even pausing for a breath.
Afterward, he crumpled the noisy plastic bottle and panted heavily.
"Thank you very much, fella. I really needed that."
Now that Northern was back, Aster seemed slightly less distressed, though far from being at
ease.
"My name is Lael."
Silent seconds passed between them before Aster chuckled nervously.
"Ah. Oh, I see. Thank you for giving me your name. You have a great name."
Northern's unchanging expression quickly killed Aster's forced cheerfulness. The boy shivered slightly under the weight of Northern's gloomy blue gaze.
Northern stayed silent. The room grew deathly quiet, the only sound being Aster's erratic breathing. Embarrassed, Aster tried to steady his breath. He succeeded for a moment, but Northern's silence only intensified the pressure building inside him.
Finally, Northern broke the silence.
"So, Aster, why were you being chased by the disciplinary committee? And don't you dare lie to me. What did you do? Or better yet, what did you guys do?"
Northern's emphasis on "guys" wasn't accidental.
The big guy from earlier had mentioned "them," and from Aster's urgent approach, Northern deduced the boy had come to him out of sheer desperation.
This likely meant Aster had narrowly escaped some tight situation and couldn't risk returning to his own room, knowing full well he was being hunted.
Whatever they had done must have been insane-something significant enough to warrant a curfew imposed by the disciplinary committee.
Northern couldn't help but feel a rising thrill. He was certain this was going to be an interesting story.
Although, deep down, he prayed it wouldn't disappoint him.
Aster hesitated, clenching his fists as he steadied himself. Finally, his voice broke through, low and gruff with fatigue.
"This is a top secret. Please, promise you won't tell anyone."
"I'm not the one with an SSS-class talent for talking, remember?" Northern replied dryly.
Aster's face twisted in confusion. "Someone has a talent for talking? Is that even possible?" "I didn't think so either-until I met you," Northern said with a polite smile. Aster groaned. "Ah, man, that's tough..."
"Well, it looks like you guys got yourselves into a lot of trouble. Let me guess-your underground organization was purged overnight? Against the Combative School and the disciplinary committee, you probably stood no chance."
Aster bit his lip, his gaze fixed on the wooden floor in shame.
Northern leaned back, his grin widening in amusement.
'Well, this isn't entirely disappointing. And as luck would have it, I just happen to be in need
of a few people...'
He stood, raising his chin with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Hey, Aster..."
The boy looked up at him.
"Do you want vengeance?"
Aster's eyes widened in confusion. Vengeance? How could he even think about vengeance when he stood no chance against a school that trained the best drifters in the Central Plains
and possibly the entire world?
Yet something about the air around Northern compelled him to dare.
"I can see doubt and faint faith in your soul," Northern said, his voice low and steady. "You'll
have to trust me on this, Aster."
Northern bent down, placing a firm hand on Aster's shoulder. He smiled.
"I can help you become powerful enough to achieve your vengeance. All you have to do is
work for me."
Stars lit up in Aster's eyes. "You'll help me?" he whispered.
"Yes. But remember, there's always a price to pay."
"I don't care about the price! Please, help me grow stronger. I want to destroy the Combative
School and the disciplinary committee!"
Satisfied, Northern gazed down at Aster, a dangerous light glimmering in his ocean-blue
eyes.
'Now, that's more like it.'