My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Eyes are the windows to the soul!

That fire hidden deep within her eyes was almost captivating to Drayken.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and as he looked into hers, he truly believed it.

He didn’t need to use his True Eyes to see the sparks flickering within, not yet flames, but small sparks.

Those sparks waited like a predator, biding their time, destined to grow into a terrifying blaze that would one day engulf everything.

Drayken remained silent, expressionless, his gaze fixed on the woman. The longer he looked, the more a strange fondness grew within him.

His heart stirred with satisfaction. Then, pointing at her decisively, he declared:

"I want her."

The round-bellied man grinned with delight. "As long as you like her, you can have her, esteemed Dragon Slayer."

"Hmm." Drayken nodded.

The dog-eared woman’s face instantly turned pale as she looked at the bulky, cloaked figure before her, as if he were a demon from the depths of hell.

Why is she so scared? Am I really that terrifying? Drayken wondered, puzzled.

Shaking off the unnecessary thought, he refocused. His only intention was to train her into a capable guard, one strong enough to stand her ground even against overwhelming power and help him.

Drayken had always believed that hard work and temperament were crucial for attaining true strength. Of course, talent played a role too, but what use was talent if left unused?

He could always find a way to nurture talent, even if she lacked it. But temperament? That was something only a rare few possessed.

"What’s your name?" Drayken asked, his voice low and deep.

"I-I... my name is Rowena," she stammered, fear flickering in her eyes as she looked at him.

"I see." Drayken nodded.

"Is there some procedure, or can I take her now?"

"There is a lease you’ll need to sign, esteemed Dragon Slayer," the round-bellied man replied. "It legally transfers ownership of the slave. And there’s also a collar, standard protocol to prevent disobedience."

As he spoke, the man took out a stack of papers and handed them to Drayken to review.

Drayken glanced through the paper. He had already learned the human language.

Although his skill, Universal Language, did help in this part, however, it was limited to vocabulary only. He couldn’t understand the words, but he could communicate.

Anyway, as he read through the contract, he nodded his head in approval.

The contract wasn’t too large, and there was only a transfership of the owner written over it.

"Here is a pen." The round-bellied man handed a pen to Drayken.

Drayken took it and signed it.

"Congratulations, Esteemed Dragon Slayer. Now you own her," he smiled in glee.

Drayken didn’t reply. He looked at Rowena from head to toe silently.

Then he sat back down with Synthia, opposite the round-bellied man, while Rowena respectfully stood behind them.

Synthia pinched his hand, her expression indiscernible.

’Trust me, okay,’ Drayken whispered to her with a bitter smile.

’Hmph.’ Synthia pouted in anger but didn’t speak further.

They quietly ate the food and settled in the carriage.

Once inside, Drayken immediately pulled Synthia into a hug and whispered in a soothing tone:

"I’m sorry but please, trust me just this once."

His warm breath brushed against her ear, making her cheeks flush.

"Hmph, don’t try to win me over with your sweet words," she muttered flusteredly.

Seeing that his approach was working, Drayken felt a quiet joy stir within him.

"Just trust me," he said softly. "I really don’t have any intentions toward that woman, there’s just something about her that intrigued me."

Their bodies seemed to move in quiet harmony. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}