Silver Light the Sword benefited Blake in his poison extraction formation and gave him pointers where the formation lacked. Suddenly, as Blake created the last of the characters, a powerful aura emanated from the formation, and a deep blue light came from the formation surrounding Master Chai Kern in the middle.Soon, there was a light mist seeping from the pores of the dragon, which was collecting above him. This was the poison extracted by the formation, which was more effective than Blake’s Divine Qi in eradicating the poison.Partridge Chai Bing sighed, seeing the poison leaving his Father, and smiled at the tired Blake.“You just don’t understand the frustration I have to go through with that man,” Roseline complained to Claire.When Roseline arrived inside Claire’s Mind Palace, she called out to Claire and began to complain about how she caught her husband in bed with a younger woman. Then, she complained about how he dared to call her an old thing. The most upsetting part of th
Julie and Goddess Maia exited the plane when they arrived in the Capital. Julie felt happy while Maia frowned the whole way.“I still don’t understand why he had to take this crude form of transportation when we could have flown ourselves. It would have saved us money and time. We are faster than this relic.” Maia complained, making passengers look at them with contempt or sympathy.“We need to check into customs, and to do so, we need to fly on the plane and go through customs. It’s the right way of doing things.” Julie replied as they left the airport; not needing to wait for luggage was only one of the perks of having a Divine World formed within oneself where you could store all of your items and know they would be secured.“Seems a waste of time to me,” Maia said as they left.“If it comforts you, we can still fly home. Tell you what, the first one there gets to be with Blake tonight.” Julie said and took to the sky.“Hey, no fair, that’s cheating,” Maia called out as Julie sped
“Is it an ancient evil?” Melisa asked with fear.“Mischievous, but not evil,” Azrael replied, heading to the window.Maia’s attention was immediately alert when she felt a lingering power outside of the home, and she smiled.“When did the Holy Order arrive?” Maia suddenly asked.Everyone stopped eating and looked at her in surprise. They hadn’t even gotten to the part of their talks where the Vatican had proclaimed war on the Elons.“What? Are you unaware that a birdman is roosting in that direction?” Maia asked and pointed towards the home where they’d known of being watched.“Blake has left, and if they are not causing trouble, we are not causing trouble,” Tabby said and continued to eat.“What? And miss out on an opportune time to clip his wings?” Maia asked.“They haven’t bothered us, so we ignore them now.” Tabitha reiterated what Tabby had said.“Party poopers. I wonder what he is doing in this dimension anyway? They strictly stay in their pocked universe, soaking in all the Pow
It was in the early evening, but it seemed later than it should have. The stormy weather gave an eerie vibe that loomed overhead. A lone wanderer is seen quickly walking towards a sizeable two-story estate door as the lightning flashes illuminating the person trying to avoid the rain. Being his last delivery for the day, he’s been ready for his shift to end so he can take a hot shower to take away the weather’s chill. The small awning above the door gave little relief from the drenching rain from the storm. It finally opened from knocking on the door for a minute and sounding the doorbell multiple times. A rather displeased man is standing there and questions him. “This is the Weston estate. State your business.” He bellowed, looking at the gentleman in front of him being rained upon. “I’m here to deliver this envelope. It’s assigned to Mr. George Weston and must be hand-delivered and signed for.” The delivery man said quickly, holding a large brown envelope while getting drenched
To everyone at the table, this came as a complete surprise. Everyone knew that with the help of the Andersons, the family would soar to the top known families in Swanville, California. Steve was the young master of the Anderson family; he was to be the next CEO of their real estate company and heir to Anderson’s fortune. Who wouldn’t want him to be their grandson-in-law? Everyone was whispering to one another, unable to believe what the head of the family had said. “Grandfather, why? He’s competent; he can bring many benefits to the family if this union can be….” Said Claire, almost in tears. She worked hard to pursue this family union, bringing her more benefits into the family’s good graces and using this opportunity to get ahead in the company. A young man sitting opposite Claire smiled. He was jealous of Claire’s influence on the family; she and her sister were always his grandfather’s favorite. He was Henry Weston, Claire’s first cousin, and she and he were always rivals. “Si
“You still want benefits?” Asked George Weston, getting aggravated over the whole ordeal; what was the matter with today’s youth? I would have jumped at the chance to marry into a wealthy family. “I’m selling my freedom of three years in an arranged marriage that we both don’t want; of course, there has to be an incentive.” “How about this, If you two don’t continue the marriage after the allotted time, you can walk away with a million dollars.” Said George Weston. “A million is too low, three million, and it’s a done deal.” Blake is reputed, and how could there be such a low number for the time he had to stay with this woman? “Agreed. What do you say on your end, my dear?” Asked George Weston, looking upon Claire with hope. “Okay, but during this time, he cannot touch me. I will continue to be pure for my future husband. If he defiles me, this contract will be breached, and he will have to pay me fifteen million dollars back as compensation.” Replied Claire looking at Blake with
Blake closed the door and sat on a wooden chair in front of the desk. It was a fairly spacious office with an oak desk, leather seat, a couch on the side, and filing cabinets. A window with shades was behind Mr. Wilson as he sat, giving a vibe from an old movie. “Blake, what happened during your last delivery?” Asked Mr. Wilson, sternly looking at Blake. “I don’t know what you mean?” Asked Blake with a blank expression. “I just got off the phone with a Mr. Weston stating that you will be reporting back to his home tomorrow morning and that you will not be able to work that day. Who did you offend? Do you know who that person is?” asked Mr. Wilson getting angry. “It’s the goddam Weston Family; they are one of the most influential families in the city.” “Sorry, Mr. Wilson, but I was going to explain to you as soon as I got back that I was not going to make it into work tomorrow, but I guess grandfather beat me to it.” Said Blake without showing any concern. “Grandfather, who’s your
Blake awoke early that day, washed and ate a light breakfast, and headed to Elon Delivery Services to meet with Mr. Wilson. When he arrived, Mr. Wilson led him to one of the best shops in the city and bought him a costly three-piece suit and leather shoes. Later he looked into the mirror, and even he was astonished at his image. “I clean up pretty nicely.” It’s been a while since Blake had dressed in a suit other than his military uniform. “That you do. Now let’s get you to your wedding, shall we.” Mr. Wilson then patted his shoulder as they walked towards the counter and paid the clerk. Blake chuckled under his breath, but it was getting pretty late, and he had promised to arrive around seven. He then went straight to Weston Manor after dropping Mr. Wilson back at the company. “Where is that boy? It’s almost seven. Did he run away? I swear I’ll hunt him down if he doesn’t show.” George was looking at his watch as he muttered to himself. Claire was in a long plain-looking white g