Clyde still turned his head towards a window of the building behind him. His eyes narrowed until they almost formed a straight line.
The building doesn't look too different from the other buildings around here. It's just that its size looks taller and wider like a mid-level apartment building.
Clyde felt someone watching him from inside one of the windows. Therefore he immediately looked that way quickly as soon as he felt it.
The gazes of anyone who stared at him also seemed unusual. Clyde could sense some hidden and mysterious intent even before he could see whoever it was.
Feeling that there was nothing else for him to see in that building, knowing that whoever was observing him had disappeared as soon as they noticed that he noticed their presence, Clyde continued walking towards his living quarter.
Previously, Clyde only thought that this place was a shelter for beings who were less fortunate on the Selection Stage like himself.
But the more Clyde thought about it, the more confusing it became.
Why did Samuel and the Senior Council bother to save them? How would they know where, and when to come to save them, as Samuel did himself?
When Clyde turned his gaze around, he saw creatures from various races interacting with their friends who also came from different races. It all feels like a harmonious and warm life.
But, it all looked weird in Clyde's eyes. They could probably act like that thinking that this fortress would be safe forever and protect them from the Celestials. Just like Hammer.
However, with all kinds of expeditions carried out by the senior members, it was only a matter of time before the Celestials realized their existence and considered this fortress a disturbing presence. Then, the decision to annihilate this fortress will arrive.
'I have to get out of here soon. But, after that where should I go?'
Clyde looked up and stared at the sky that seemed always at night. Could it be that in this vast universe, there is no place that is safe and calm?
Clyde sighed. The matter seemed still a bit far for him to think about and would only complicate his goals. What he had to do now was find Rodney and his friends and avenge what they had done to him.
To do that Clyde still needs a lot of information and power. So he felt that it was better for him to focus on that first.
He arrived at his living quarter and immediately locked the door. For tonight, Clyde would sleep first and wait for a new day to start thinking things over again.
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"We can use that boy for 'that problem', right?" a man who looked to be in his mid-fifties stroked his silvery beard with one hand.
The man's eyes swept across this bright circular room. Around him were empty chairs whose occupants had not yet arrived.
But among the chairs - besides himself - there were already two other participants. One of them was a brown-skinned woman with her hair pulled up into a bun above her head.
The other one is a bespectacled male Elf who has blonde hair. He looked thoughtful as his eyes moved behind his glasses.
"Maybe," the Elf said. "But are you sure he wants to?"
"We certainly don't need to say anything about the truth," the bearded man replied. "Let's just say uhh... he has to go to practice."
"Alone?" the brown-skinned woman asked with a thick unique accent.
"Of course not. He can get suspicious if we send him alone. We can send the boy with Samuel's party. He found him so their relationship should be good," the bearded man said.
"I have a bad feeling about the boy," the bespectacled Elf said after thinking for a while.
His words made the bearded man and brown-skinned woman turn towards him. It's just a hunch that is not been proven true.
However, when that premonition left the bespectacled Elf's mouth, it had a high degree of truth so they were willing to pay full attention to him. He had a hunch that was nearly as accurate as precognition.
"What do you feel?" the bearded man said.
"The boy." the Elf narrowed his eyes as he stared ahead as if he could see something they couldn't. "He is different. I have a feeling that we shouldn't make him angry."
The bearded man snorted. His lips formed a crooked smile. "We can't make him angry? Or what? He's going to kill us?"
The bespectacled Elf glanced at him. His mouth was about to open to say something but he closed it again.
"He's just someone who has progressed a bit faster than the others and his Mana flow is returning faster. But that boy won't be able to do anything in front of us," the bearded man added.
"Vernik is right," the brown woman added. "He's just a boy. When Samuel came here he was also a fast-growing individual but he was still nothing compared to us."
The bespectacled Elf glanced at the two of them in turn. he said. "It's up to you. I'm just giving my opinion."
Then the Elf stood up from his chair. He didn't say anything and walked straight towards the door.
"Hey, where are you going?" Vernik the bearded man asked disapprovingly.
"There's no point in me being here anymore if you won't listen to me," the Elf replied. "Oh, and don't ever involve me in your decision to send that boy to Archangel Uriel's domain. I already told you that I disagree with that."
Before Vernik could say anything else because of the attitude of the Elf, he had already disappeared behind the door.
"Tch!" Vernik clicked his tongue with annoyance. "He always pisses me off. Yet I never rule him out from making decisions because he is one of the strongest around."
Vernik turned to the woman beside him. "How about you?"
"Hmm..." she cocked her head to the side. "I think it's alright. I doubt anything will happen if we piss him off.
You know, Maethion also often uses his feeling which has a reputation for being accurate to his own advantage. Maybe he is doing it now, for some reason."
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