Chapter 88 Chapter 88 – Ardum
When Wyntor saw the man in front of him, his expression became very neutral and apathetic.
"What do you want, Ardum?" Wyntor asked evenly.
Ardum just smiled brightly. "Why, I want to talk to my little bro," Ardum said with an excited voice as he stretched his arm towards Wyntor's shoulder.
Wyntor took a step back, and Ardum's arm halted. "Don't want to give your big bro a hug?"
"No," Wyntor spoke apathetically.
Nick furrowed his brows while Trevor and Jenny seemed a bit uncomfortable.
One didn't need to know Wyntor very closely to see that he didn't want to talk to his big brother.
"There are other people around, Winny," Ardum said with a nice but strained voice. "We shouldn't make a scene."
"Like you are doing right now?"
Ardum frowned as he looked at the person who had just spoken up.
It was Nick.
"This is a family matter," Ardum said.
"We are on a company trip, which makes this a business matter," Nick said as he stepped forward to stand beside Wyntor. "If you need to talk to your brother, please do-"
"Who do you think you are?!" Ardum shouted, his polite demeanor completely gone. "As I've said, this is a matter between two members of the Melfion family! Keep yourself out of this, peasant!"
The power of Ardum's voice was very dominant, but Nick only narrowed his eyes.
"Nick, calm yourself," Wyntor said with a bit of annoyance.
An arrogant sneer appeared on Ardum's face.
"Don't talk with the garbageman," Wyntor added.
Nick blinked a couple of seconds in surprise.
Garbageman? That was a strange insult.
It was an insult, right?
It sounded more like a job.
A moment later, Nick felt the air around him vibrate and found that the cause was Ardum.
If looks could kill, Wyntor would have been torn into pieces already.
"What are you referring to?" Ardum asked threateningly.
"Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to," Wyntor answered coldly. "I'm referring to your great bargain, obviously."
Ardum snorted. "Jealousy is unfit of a potential heir to the Melfion family, Winny."
"Jealous? Of your literal pile of shit?" Wyntor asked with a snort. "You are probably barely breaking even with it. Any of my Hatchlings produce more Zephyx than your worthless Adolescent."
"You've always been a dreamer, Wyntor," Ardum said. "It seems like that hasn't changed."
Wyntor's eyes narrowed slightly as a gleam appeared in them.
At the same time, Nick, Jenny, and Trevor grew shocked.
The way Ardum had just spoken the word dreamer was very peculiar.
He had phrased it like he was referring to something very different.
'He knows,' Nick thought with furrowed brows.
While all the Zephyx Extractors of Dark Dream knew about the Dreamer, nobody outside of Dark Dream should know about it.
Wyntor had not made the details about the Dreamer public.
Nick immediately glanced at Jenny and Trevor.
When Jenny saw Nick's narrowed eyes, she rapidly shook her head.
Trevor just shook his head with a bitter smile.
"So, you've got some ears," Wyntor commented. "Maybe you should stop talking so much, or they might become deaf."
"What's the point?" Ardum said with a quick snort and chuckle. "I already know everything I need to know."
"I also know about your second Specter," Ardum said. "To think that you would have the luck to get your hands on a Possession Specter."
Immediately, the atmosphere became even tenser.
Nick's eyes widened, and he immediately became worried and suspicious.
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