"Then it's a good thing that the Sigil you seek lies along our path, I have no intentions of controlling you, and if you gain your freedom and I gain the other benefits hidden in this place, we both win!"
"I would follow your lead for now, Augustus, show me what I need to see."
"Great, you would not regret this decision." The General laughed and began walking across the room.
No, I would definitely regret my decision if I choose to believe you. Rowan thought. He did not forget someone ordered the last Vestibulary he checked to be destroyed, even though that attempt failed, the General had been sprouting nonsense to distract him from that event, and that was just one minor flaw in his plans.
"Oh, and that 'poor' bastard." The General pointed at Boris, "it Was my gift to you. He may have sprouted some gibberish about what I'm doing here, but your worth is a thousand times his, and you were never a pawn in this game."
"Your gift comes with thorn, nevertheless I would accept it, although it is expected of me to give thanks for such great gifts."
"Perish the thought, as you don't have to thank me at all, for you to collaborate with me, I understand I must bring forth incentives. If you acquiesce with me on this venture, I should be the one to thank you."
Rowan paused for a while and decided to follow him. He recalled the red flames back to his hand, and suppressed the flames until there was nothing but embers left. He kept one Ouroboros Serpent behind, and he observed that the General looked at this development with curiosity, but he made no comments.
Their speed of their movements was fast, and Rowan noticed that the General might be trying to gauge his speed, so Rowan did not go beyond the level he had displayed until this point, they crossed the room and before them were three passages, the General did not pause and went towards the left, into another more expansive room.
The direction that the Sigil followed was towards the right door, but Rowan pretended he was not aware of that fact.
In the middle of this room was an industrial-size elevator, that led further down into the earth. Before the General stepped on the elevator, he went to an office space by the side, where he rummaged around for something. He pulled out a box and opened it, saying, "Haa, here it is."
Walking back to the elevator, he threw the box at Rowan, who caught it, "We are going further down into the true Hub of the Nexus, it is thirty kilometers into the ground."
He pressed a series of buttons and dragged a lever down, and the elevator began to descend as if it were in a free fall.
Rowan opened the box and saw a sleek set of armor that resembled the tactical gear of the Guardsmen, but these were clearly of much higher quality, for parts of them resembled fabrics, yet when Rowan touched the materials, its tenacity was stronger than steel.
"Put some clothes on Rowan. I understand that we've been a terrible hosts, and this should barely count. I can see that your bloodline is disposed towards strength, and you have not learned to control your abilities. The normal clothes or armor would be easily destroyed by your movements."
Rowan looked at the General, it was easy to see the experience he had gained by leading soldiers, and the sense of closeness he was trying to foster by giving him clothes.
Rowan turned to the General, who was eying the two Ouroboros Serpents that were revolving around Rowan, he could barely hide the look of fascination in his eyes, Rowan Spatial Sight and his senses were beginning to ease up, and he could slowly read more of the General's emotion, and they were horrible. freēwēbnovel.com
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