Negotiations Power
"You have crossed the Alchemist Association, therefore the Association is asking for your head," Aethoniel said with a serious face.
Lark's face lit up with joy, while on the other hand, Nikos' subordinates in the back had already drawn their weapons.
Seeing that, the special armies behind Aethoniel also raised their weapons.
"What's the meaning of this?" calmly Nikos asked.
"Like I said, because you have made a mistake against the Alchemist Association by stealing our spot, therefore we want your head…"
There was a slight pause in his words. Aethoniel was testing him, weighing how he'd react. Yet, Nikos' expression remained neutral, but there was a glint in his eye. He had anticipated this.
Nikos raised his hand, "put it down," he signaled his subordinates to put their weapons down.
Liriel, Jarek, and Marielle reluctantly lowered their weapons, which followed by the Alchemist Association's special army.