Ember Skywalker

Chapter 92 Oaken’s conspiracy!
"I told you not to get between me and Raven!"

"I didn't steal it!" Kazan was furious. "It was him! You trust outsiders more than your own son?"

Outrageous!

He was indeed the one who took the materials, and he just wanted to put the blame on Riven and get the old man to drive him away.

If Raven showed any sign of panic, the old man would plant the seeds of doubt even if he didn't admit it.

If this happens a few more times, the old man will definitely chase him away.

Who knew the old guy trusted Raven so much and beat him without even asking any questions.

“Kazan, do you think I don’t know who you are?

I want to see that thing tomorrow, otherwise don't come, I will change the defense formation. "Feiye sneered.

Kazan wanted to argue, but seeing the old man's serious look, he knew he was serious.

He gritted his teeth, turned and left, not forgetting to glare at Raven fiercely.

"If only he were half as good as you." After Kazan left, the old man sighed heavily.

"Teacher, your son is a bit unfilial."

"Humph, if it weren't for his dead mother, I wouldn't even bother to acknowledge this bastard."

The old man was helpless.

"This may happen again in the future, so you don't have to bother with him."

Raven shrugged, "Got it."

In a pub.

"Boss, have another drink!"

Kazan growled, pushing an empty cup across the way.

"You have no gold coins," said the boss coldly, "and no copper coins either."

"I'll give it to you next time!"

"You are no longer a big shot, so you should pay for this cup first."

boom!
Kazan smashed his glass to pieces.

"Have some fucking respect, you bastard!
Do you know who the uncle is? Faye is my father."

The boss grabbed him by the collar and said fiercely:
"No money, I am your father now."

"You bastard!" Kazan punched the boss in the face.

But the latter didn't even move, he just touched the place where he was hit and grinned.

boom!
He punched Kazan in the face, knocking several front teeth out of his mouth.

"You dare to hit me?" Kazan said vaguely.

"I'll hit you. Hum, I'll pay you a gold coin for the wine glass. If you don't pay me, I'll use your finger to pay it back."

The boss grabbed Kazan's hand and pressed it on the table, then pulled out a sharp knife.

"You...you dare! I am Feyre's son, he will kill you." Kazan was finally scared.

spit!
The boss spat in his face and slashed at him with a knife!

"No!" Kazan cried in horror.

At this moment, a big hand firmly grabbed the boss's wrist.

This is a middle-aged man, wearing expensive clothes and looking either rich or noble.

"Let him go, I'll pay for his stuff."

He took out a bag of gold coins and threw it to the boss.

"keep the change."

The boss opened it and took a look. His face suddenly lit up with a smile: "Thank you, sir. This piece of junk is for you!"

"No, how can you give me more?" Kazan was angry and was about to step forward to grab it.

The boss glared at him fiercely, and he stepped back in fear.

"Master Kazan, why bother about this little bit of gold coins?"

The middle-aged man spoke leisurely and took out a large bag of gold coins and handed it to him.

"who are you?"

Kazan snatched the purse and asked warily.

"Call me Holm," the middle-aged man smiled, "Let's talk somewhere else. I'll invite you to the Enchanter Forest."

"Enchantress Forest!"

Kazan's eyes lit up, that was the most high-end tavern in Balarenka, with all the necessary services.

But he still shook his head: "Why are you so nice to me?"

"Because you are Master Feyre's son, and I want to buy the Re-Demon Armor from him."

"I see," Kazan laughed playfully, "this little money is not enough."

Holm also smiled: "Don't worry, I guarantee you will be satisfied."

In the following days, Kazan hung out with Holm every day and they were inseparable.

But the strange thing is that Holm never mentioned the matter of the restored demon army, but only occasionally inquired about Feyre's whereabouts in secret.

Since someone else was providing food and entertainment, Kazan was too lazy to remind him. The old man's whereabouts were no secret anyway. In short, the two of them had their own agenda.

In a fairly decent house, Roy sat opposite his sister, who was sobbing with her head down.

The room was filled with gloom and sadness.

Two months ago, the White Tower held a freshman competition. According to convention, the last one would be expelled from the White Tower.

Roy happened to be the last one, so he was expelled.

Compared to two months ago, he seemed ten years older.

"Sister, don't cry." He tried to comfort the woman in vain.

He could feel the pain most at this moment.

Originally he was admitted to the White Tower and became a high and mighty Burner of Magic, and his fate changed dramatically.

In the eyes of their neighbors in the slums, they suddenly became noble lords, and a lord even took the initiative to propose to my sister.

Roy knew that he was after his identity as a burner.

But he also wanted his sister to have a good home, so he agreed.

But since the news of his expulsion spread, the lord immediately broke off his engagement with his sister and humiliated her, causing her to cry every day.

The former neighbors were even more gloating and spreading bad things about them everywhere.

Roy finally realized the evil of human nature.

Ugh!
He sighed weakly.

At this moment, with a bang, the door was pushed open and several people in black robes rushed in.

"Who are you?" Roy stood up and asked, "Uh!"

Before he could finish his words, someone grabbed his neck and pushed him against the wall.

While struggling, Roy saw the face of the person coming.

"Okun? Is that you?"

Snapped!
A slap on his face.

"You are worthy of calling my name?
Call me sir, untouchable! "

Roy was beaten so hard that he saw stars and felt deeply humiliated.

"Why, didn't you hear?"

Seeing that Roy didn't say anything, Oaken slapped him again.

"Believe it or not, I will kill you and this bitch!" He pointed at the woman.

Roy lowered his head in shame:

"Okun... sir."

"Humph, you're smart. I came to you today to ask you to do something."

He whispered something into Roy's ear.

Roy was horrified, "You're going to do Raven? No, I can't do this."

"This is not up to you. Now that you know about this, you can either do it or die!"

Oaken looked grim.

“By the way, I heard that your sister’s engagement was also cancelled.

If you promise me, I can let that lord marry her again."

"No, he is our classmate."

"Classmate, haha, useless trash, has he ever taken care of you when you are like this?"

Oaken threw him aside, walked up to the woman, lifted her up by her hair, and put the knife to her face.

"Oh, it's pretty. I wonder if it will still look like this after the face is scratched."

"Help!" the girl screamed.

Oaken grabbed her neck and grinned.

"Try to scream again! I promise I'll cut you with a knife if you scream!"

"Lord Oaken, please let my sister go and spare us." Roy begged for mercy.

“I repeat, you only have two choices.

One is to do as I say, and I will give you and your sister a large sum of money, and let that lord remarry your sister.

As for you, you can also serve under me in the future and work for the Shelley family.

The other is death, and before that, hehe..."

Oaken tangled a few strands of the woman's hair with his fingers and pulled hard, laughing wildly as the woman cried out in pain:

“I heard that girls from the slums are pretty attractive, I don’t mind giving it a try.

Afterwards I will cut her face and break her neck, all because of your choice!"

After saying that, Oaken exerted force on the knife, and the woman's face was immediately broken.

"I promise you!" Roy finally broke down and nodded painfully.

"Well, you do this..."

(End of this chapter)