The Primordial Record novel Chapter 358

Chapter 358 The Token Of Participation

Silas was finding it hard to hold back his irritation, if not for the presence of a stronger mage by his side, he would have kidnapped this kid and carried him away the instant he found him. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

He was not afraid of Andar's Master per se, but the man was connected, with the position in the Alchemist Union, and other executive positions on Ikaron V. He did not want to be delayed any more than he could bear, as every moment spent outside the Black Tower was a waste of time in his opinion.

If he truly needed to, Silas would consider the option of kidnapping Andae, he had weapons that were crafted by an Archmage, with enough power to raze this corner of the planet to ash. That option was becoming more attractive to him by the second, but he knew such actions were ultimately foolish and would serve to cause more harm than benefit for him in the long run.

Silas coughed, and nothing on his features showed the tumultuous emotions beneath his facade.

"Have you considered my words properly Andar, this is a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity I am presenting to you on a silver platter. Your vision is too small at this time and you believe the Trial Zone is something special, but we who have seen much know it is just a starting point, and the only thing you would find inside it is endless competition and maybe the Training Manual you would end up with would be basic and lackluster. Do not be foolish and throw away your future for some childish attempt at independence."

Andar nodded, and he bowed towards the mage, "I understand and I am truly grateful for the chance you have given me, although it might be the biggest mistake I will ever make, I still choose to undertake this journey to the Trial Zone, only with this would be depression and heartache in my heart be wiped away."

Daniel the Acolyte snorted, and muttered, "Foolish countryside bumpkin, kicking a gift horse in the mouth."

Andar eyes lit up, whether Daniel intended for him to hear his words or not, it was all he needed to finalize his decision, "I am sorry if my thoughts offend you. But even a country bumpkin like me has his dreams and aspirations, my goal ever since I was a child was to enter the Trial Zone, and no matter the obstacles I will face, I will make that trip."

Silas' face went white in anger as he noticed the resolve on Andar's face became fully set. He believed he might have been able to pressure the kid to become their master's disciple soon enough, but this stupid bastard beside him had to open his smelly mouth.

He had just effectively shut down any hope for him to easily convince the kid to follow his Master. Silas feared this was his fault for not mentoring Daniel well enough, he had grown too arrogant as a disciple of an Archmage and had forgotten the meaning of tact.

He pointed at Daniel, the anger on his face was not feigned, "You shall apologize to him this instant, this is a genius that would be hard to come across in ten thousand millennia, you should be putting forth words of encouragement and wisdom, not stupidity. When we return to the Black Tower, your punishment shall be severe."