Chapter 88—Unqualified

Chapter 88—Unqualified

"- which?" Maya asked with a doubtful face because in front of her was a guy saying strange things.

"—I already have a master" Maya replied, for in her mind the young man in front of her wants to take her as his subordinate as André once did, not having any notion of her lustful thoughts of this young master.

"- How is it?" the arrogant young master asked, with an incredulous look on his face, for in his mind this scenario had zero chance of happening, as he was Angus Lifneer the eldest son of the Lifneer family one of the three ruling families of the Nevrom Empire along with the Madrior and Spelkins families possess immense power and influence only inferior to that of the Imperial family of the nevrom empire, also possessing a great one that allowed him to reach the Magic Master's Kingdom in less than twenty years.

As Angus delved into his narcissistic thoughts about his identity and his gallant, female-attractive appearance, André looked at this guy who appeared out of nowhere with greedy eyes.

directed to Maya, so André focused his attention on analyzing his newest and most likely enemy, he observed his breathing, the way he walked and even his body structure and even the mana he exhaled to identify his kingdom of cultivation, with the information collected from his brief observation, he concluded that this subject was not qualified as an adversary at his current level.

His breathing was uneven without any sense of rhythm being done in a disorderly way, his movements were impressive and deficient as they wasted more energy than necessary for their execution, demonstrating his lack of martial polish and combat experience, as expected of a son of a wealthy family who lack experience, his cultivation is laughable with two entire kingdoms below Andrew's level.

Upon hearing Maya's answer, Angus turned his gaze to André, and when he met André's eyes he met a raw gaze bedecked by two dark greenish gemstones like gemstones freshly mined from the depths of the earth, and from these gems one

severe and suffocating deep feeling as if belonging to a mythological beast belonging to the folk tales of a bard, which could see into the bowels of a person's soul, Angus facing this inquisitive gaze swallowed hard as he felt as if he was being dissected by a butcher entering his viscera, but that feeling didn't last much longer than a second as André withdrew his analyzing gaze.

"—You can get out of the way, we have another place to go" André said to the guy who blocked his way, listening to the latest words from the owner of the emerald eyes, Angus regained the focus of his mind, but that unsettling feeling was still unforgettable for it was still remembered in his mind at all times, but his mind could not compute this information accurately as it disappeared as quickly as it appeared, making it impossible for him to understand.

"- What was this? This feeling of being ripped apart by a butcher was too realistic to be a mirage or a hallucination, could it be this man in front of me, but I don't feel anything coming from him other than a wild aura typical of an uneducated barbarian, but could it be that it was a move by some assassin in the shadows, it's not possible, if that's even true I'd be dead" as Angus wandered through his thoughts about what he'd just experienced.

"Hey, are you deaf or what?" André spoke with some dissatisfaction in his voice because the baggy guy who blocked his path and even turned a deaf ear, when that baggy guy heard André's words, he left his thoughts and regained his focus and directed his attention to the man with green eyes who uttered those defiant words.

"- How is it? You uneducated barbarian"  Angus retorted as he watched André trying to analyze him just as André did, but the results differ greatly from the results of André's analysis, as all he managed to do was glimpse the most superficial aspects of his target, for example all he could see was her rough skin that had a slight metallic sheen as if it were made of metal, a rustic look was seen on her face as expected of a handyman, this shallow sight made him conclude that his hunch that Andrew was an uneducated barbarian if he considered correct in his mind.

"—Listen here you bastard, who do you think you are to talk to me like that, you don't even qualify as a servant in my eyes, so put yourself in his place" Angus digested harsh words to André with the intention of suppressing him and creating a situation of superiority in relation to André, but the result was contrary to what was expected, another situation developed in the following moment.

Hearing Angus' rant, André adopted an irritated expression.

The arteries in his neck were pulsing and becoming visible under his skin, but the aftermath of André's fury didn't end with just that, for the next moment angus who had previously been haughty and pompous was now kneeling on the floor, his body was shaking as if he was having a seizure and fetid vomit was coming out of his mouth.

In Angus's vision an illusory scenario presented itself, the once blue sky took on a scarlet color similar to the color of the blood in his veins, in front of him the image of a battlefield with piles and piles of corpses piled so high. vast expanses that seemed to reach the sky, before these piles of corpses was the man who emitted a bloody glow through his eyes, which made him tremble as if he no longer had control over his body, then the words of that demon responsible for the illusory massacre arrived to your ears.

"—The unqualified here is you, who doesn't even qualify as a punching bag in my eyes." André uttered those words as he withdrew to enter the auction house.

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