"Someone will show you how to work. That is all."
Edwin waved a dismissing hand – as those present left through various backdoors, a plump maid led Liam to his new room, which resembled the interior of a six star hotel.
Alone again, Liam couldn't care less about his new luxury living conditions – his face turned dark, bloodlust and pressure tainting the air crimson.
'Celebrity? Do you really think I give a damn about any of that? Laws… don't make me laugh! You're just afraid I'll grow stronger than you will.'
Liam ground his teeth, eventually forcing a sigh to calm himself. Part of his plan worked. He wasn't going to be under any threat of assassins… not with Edwin expecting him to survive.
Moreover, there were bound to be better techniques and spells available for him to choose from.
His uncles and aunts weren't that dumb to attempt anything… were they?