Vanguard of the Eternal Night (BL)(Complete)

Chapter 156 Extra

Chapter 156 - Extra 3

As soon as Victor had closed his eyes and opened them again, the scene had changed again.

He saw a beautiful, young old antique close by, tender and fresh. He looked like a jade carving in the early morning sun.

Victor had a confused thought: He looks very tasty...

Then, his stomach made a growling sound and woke up the beautiful youth in front of him.

"What kind of gaze is that?"

As soon as Little Tyron had opened his eyes, he gave off a chilling aura. He stared at Victor for a moment, buttoned up his clothes at the speed of light, and then swished out of the bed.

"You've become lawless with my indulgence." The little old antique spoke coldly, "I won't feed you today. You should reflect on yourself."

Victor's stomach growled again.

The little old antique, "I won't feed you tomorrow either."

Victor: QAQ Wait a minute! I can't control my stomach!! I've been wronged!

Both of them fell silent for a moment. Ten seconds later, Victor's stomach didn't growl again, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Little Tyron put on his coat, buckled on two wristbands, and pushed the door open to leave.

Victor noticed that there were some bluebell flowers on the table as well as some scattered bottles and containers, mixed in with two darts. Little Tyron didn't seem to be guarding against him at all, running off first and letting him randomly run around in his bedroom.

The fifteen-year-old young antique was already a gold-medal assassin in the Bluebell Association.

However, he was a big headache for the organization, because he wasn't very obedient.

He'd been very obedient when he had still been relatively weak, learning what he was told. Later though, he had gradually grown up and begun to play a greater role in the organization. He had begun to constantly feel out where the bottom line was in terms of his ability to make mischief...

This type of testing and exploration was typical of young demons. If a young demon was captured and became a mage's demon, they were very likely to secretly play tricks, do evil things, steal food, and perform all kinds of bad deeds in order to judge how important they were to their master and how far their master would tolerate their behavior.

After having finished this kind of evaluation, the little demon would begin to do whatever he wanted, acting recklessly and lawlessly. What made people even angrier was that they couldn't control him!

The little old antique was precisely this kind of demon.

Bluebell had used a lot of resources to train him up. He was the only young assassin from the same batch who'd become a gold-medal-level assassin in only seven years. The longer he spent with the organization, the more reluctant they were to give up on him.

This was because he was getting stronger and stronger, and he had already broken through the limits for most mortals. His lineage determined his talent and upper limit, making his potential far above any human being.

Bluebell needed him more and more while he needed them less and less.

On one occasion, Little Tyron had been instructed to deal with a team of Holy Knights.

The Holy Knights of the Holy See had never had a good relationship with Bluebell, and this kind of task was very normal. It had remained like this until Tyron found out that the paladins were investigating a human count who sold Elven slaves.