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Chapter 6: A chat

As Alex said that, Yan's face flickered. The last time they worked together was before he was summoned. When he was summoned, he was only 22 years old. However Alex was 15 at the time. Currently, Yan was already 50 years old, meaning that already nearly 30 years had passed for him, but it seemed like only a few had passed for Alex.

He let out a sigh and pointed at the little princess, “Maybe it is a good idea to get her to bed and also, maybe it would be a good idea to catch up a bit. You should know that me and Alice are in the “little princess faction” alongside with his gramps.” Alex just nodded and nonchalantly threw her over his shoulder like a sac of potatoes. 

Seeing this Yan just face palmed but he couldn't help but peek through the gaps to see the perky behind of the little lady. Although old, he was still a man. Glancing at Yan, Alex let out a chuckle. As they walked through the hallways, they didn't see a living soul. Only things moving were human sized and shaped wooden stick figures. Yan had explained to him before that, they were called “Puppets.”

They had no soul and when they were made a task had to be inputted as well. These wooden puppets were mostly used for cleaning or just as sentries since the activator of the puppets could feel if they suddenly started causing a ruckus or their signal disappeared. When they reached the dorms, all the lights were out already except for one, Emily's room.

Seeing that, Yan and Alex looked at each other briefly and both of their figures blurred. When they reappeared they were inside the living room, where an old man was sitting and nonchalantly sipping tea. When Alex saw the old man, his eyes went cold and he went on guard, when Yan saw the old man, he was dumbstruck. The man had a robust body and was wearing simple hemp clothes, his hair was tied into a bun and was gray. He looked to be around 60 years old. The man just smiled at Alex and said, “Well, hello there. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, My name is Ji Astor, I am the previous King of Falfeis and grandfather of the “potato sack” on your shoulder.”

When Alex heard him, he looked at Yan, who nodded to him to indicated that the man was telling the truth. Alex relaxed his guard but still stayed on alert as he put on a smiling face and said, “Well now, my apologies for being so rude to you. I'll put the little princess on her bed and then we can chat in detail.” When he reached the end of his sentence, his voice and face was cold again. 

Seeing this, the old man's eyes took a cold glint for a second but he also put on a smiling face as he nodded. Alex went and laid her down to sleep as she was and went back to the living room and just sat down. Seeing this, Yan's forehead was covered in cold sweat. These two were probably the worst combination of confrontation in this world. Alex's personality and wits was exactly like Ji Astor's when he was young. 

Yan hurriedly excused himself to get out of the room so he wouldn't be a part of the “gentle discussion”. When he left, Astor opened his mouth, “Seems like you figured out what her “illness” was and fixed it.” Astor's voice was cold as he looked at Alex. Alex just smiled and said, “Yes I did. Is that a problem?” His face was smiling but Astor was inwardly quite shaken, he couldn't see through the smile.

Astor just asked, “Do you know who you have to go up against now?” He tried to look for any gaps in his facade but could even spot one. Alex put on a thinking face as he said, “Well, I'd say half the kingdom at least, maybe more.” Hearing this and still seeing the joking expression on Alex's face, Astor got pissed, He grit his teeth and said, “Not only half the kingdom but also the surrounding four kingdoms as well. In total that is approximately 50 noble families that practically own a province.”

He was waiting for Alex to start to get worried but when Alex opened his mouth, Astor was flabbgastered, “Only 50 noble families, that's nothing at all.” Astor stood up with his mouth wide open, he truly wanted to screw the little guys skull cap off and see if there was anything inside his head. But before he could say anything, Alex revealed a little of his killing intent and said in a cold voice, “Sit the fuck back down, I am not done talking yet.” When Astor heard that, he felt a chill run down his spine, the last time he felt this kind of a feeling was when an arrow passed by his head a hairs breath away on a battlefield.

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He closed his mouth and sat back down again. Alex just nodded his head for a second and then said, “I honestly do not give a shit about who I go against. Anyone who wants to find trouble with me have a single ending, in a 2x1m wooden box 5 meters underground. I may have been here for only half a day but I have already started my preparations for the worst case scenario.” As Astor heard that, he was astonished, he couldn't believe the youth sitting across from him. 

He just asked him, “What is the worst case scenario then?” Alex just looked at the man and smiled, “Me tying up the princess and dragging her to a location where even an ant can't get in, let alone anyone who could harm her. Then I will go and kill everyone involved, go back to the princess and take her to another continent to live happily ever after.” As Astor was listening, the more a question echoed in his head, “Who the hell is this brat and he didn't fall on his head repeatedly when he was a baby, right?” 

Just as he was about to say something, he discovered that Alex had disappeared from his chair, just as he was about to stand up, he felt a cold glint on his throat. A black unadorned knife was on his throat, it was held by Alex who wasn't leaking even a tiny bit of existence. When he turned to look at him, he still couldn't feel his presence and understood what he meant by “Kill everyone and live happily ever after”. They weren't superficial words but rather his plan of action should those nobles truly dare to go too far. 

This young man in front of him had the necessary strength, skills and brains to pull it all off. More that anything, he was ruthless and fearless enough. Astor let out a sigh and fished out a pipe from his pocket. He lit it and asked, “Do you plan on killing everyone now or when they hit you?” Alex, who had already sat back down just smiled at him and said, “Acting myself is plan C. Unless I have no other means, I will not act myself. Let me make on thing clear, the nobles who I fought against back in my own world were ten times more ruthless, cunning and secretive than the people in this world. The little schemes they use are like a little child's comparing them with the ones back in my old world.”

From the youths and also Yan's words, he could understand that this worlds nobles are far behind in terms of scheming. In front of Yan and Alex, they are like a toddler waving around a knife in front of an Elite who has been on a hundred battlefields and then expecting to kill him. He also made a promise to himself, never to make an enemy out of this little brat. He let out a sigh and said, “Well, if you need any help let me know, in terms of showing care, I only do that to my grand daughter. The rest of the “Royal” Family can be raped on the capital's city square for all I care.”

Having said it, Astor took out a scroll that started shining and when the light had faded, he was gone. Alex let out a sinister smile and said in a small voice, “A teleportation scroll, huh?” This world truly was more interesting than his old one.

And from the conversation just now he understood very clearly. That old man only cared about Emily, as for the rest of the family, he didn't spare them a glance. He let out a chuckle and streched, “Well, I have a feeling I should look up a lot on this worlds because it seems that there is no love in the Royal Family here.” After thinking over a few things, he decided to go to the library first thing in the morning tomorrow. He looked at the pitch black sky outside for a moment and then decided to head to bed.