WAY OF AN OMEGA

89 - The Bellaire Clan

"My dear lords, as a token of sincerity... Please accept this badge." Estefan lowered his head and extended both of his arms. On top of his palms is a copper-colored badge and an intricate insignia is carved in it. If a pill maker is to see it, they'll immediately recognize it.

Yulrir was surprised at the moment but before he even responds, Theo's hand reached out and took the badge from Estefan.

"T-that's a Pillmaker badge, My lords. I-I heard that Lord Theo was not a registered pill maker yet. Present this badge to any Pill Maker Pavillion and it'll act as a recommendation letter for apprenticeship. With this, you'll be able to apply for a Pill Maker exam without paying the application fee of 200 gold and going through the written exam." Estefan humbly explained.

Theo's eyebrow raised and his lips curled up. "So that works too?"

"Then we'll not reject it." Yulrir nodded calmly but deep inside he was ecstatic. Although Theo and Yulrir had more than enough money to pay for the application fee, 200 gold is still a large sum of money. With their steady need for cultivation resources, their savings accumulated over the time will deplete.

Looking at Estefan and his underlings, Yulrir had sighed inwardly. Surely, in this cultivation world, the strong is the king while the weak will be the slave. It might have been a harsh reality, but the path of immortality has always been this cruel.

The little guy, Small Seed, felt the cold aura on Yulrir. He instinctively tugged the hem of his father's robe and gestured Yulrir to pick him up.

"We'll be leaving the Araquin City tomorrow before dawn. I expect you guys to stick to our arrangements." Yulrir instructed as he picked Small Seed up.

"We will remain loyal to the Lords and shall wait for the Lords' orders." Estefan cupped his fist and kept his head low. When it comes to pride and life, of course, his life is far more precious.

Without further ado, Yulrir gave Theo a nod before heading out of the hall like nothing had happened. Estefan offered to send them off politely but Yulrir refused to do so. He didn't want to alarm the other elders in the Devon clan so he wanted to look like it was just one of the regular 'friendly' visit. When Theo and Yulrir emerged from the hall unscathed, the unaware guarding servants were shocked to the core. They all knew the temperament of their master, Estefan. Once a person enters this hall, be it a cultivator or mortal, their body will be delivered out either half-alive or crippled. This is the very first time that their master had invited someone who didn't meet a tragic fate under the hands of the arrogant alpha.

Not waiting for them to react, the couple had disappeared from the compound like a breeze. Unbeknownst to dumbfounded servants outside, their once esteemed and arrogant master was now slumped into his knees on the ground. He and the other Deity-leveled subordinates have all sweats on their back. With the couple's disappearance, they all felt like the knife hanging in between their necks have disappeared too.

"M-master... Y-you have to get up and clean." The eldest looking servant was the first one to recover and kneeled beside Estefan.

Estefan can only emptily nod and get up. He had peed in front of these subordinates and even cowered in fear but these subordinates of him had never ridiculed him. Perhaps, there is no bitter pill for regrets.

The servants who were waiting for their young master to instruct them what to do next were all taken by surprise as their master suddenly cried out loud with his snot pouring down from his nose.

Indeed, it was a sight to see.

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