“Alright!”
And Levi took off after her as he was quite curious about the ruler of Wildefield, and judging from Forlevia’s demeanor, it was easy to see how well she has settled in here so far.
Levi was led by Forlevia to an antiquated building deep into the forbidden grounds within the city, the place where Governor, the Eminent Four, and the other council members operated.
“Mr. Fairclough, Mr. Fairclough. This is my Daddy!” Forlevia exclaimed.
Before them stood a towering silhouette of a charismatic man in his thirties, shrouded in an all-white ensemble.
With a handsome face and an affable smile, he had the air of a sage amongst the common person, but no one could have imagined how this seemingly ordinary man could possibly survive even nuclear weaponry.
“Evie!”
Avery Fairclough patted Forlevia on her diminutive head before he regarded Levi with sternness and authoritativeness akin to a world-domineering immortal looming over a mere bug.
That much was true!
Avery was a Rank Five fighter of the Supreme class who was impervious to bullets and even nuclear weaponry, making him literally god-like to the average person.
“Are you Evie’s father?” Avery asked dispassionately.
“I am!”
To Avery’s surprise, he discovered a powerful presence within this otherwise ordinary man who was able to engage with him face to face and without the slightest hint of apprehension.
“I heard that you were mentoring Evie before?” Avery continued in some displeasure.
“That’s right! It would have been best to have Evie by my side, but the child’s grandmother and mother both wished for her to get out for more exposure! Had I not agreed, you would not have been fit to instruct her!” Levi said solemnly.
That infuriated Avery and all of the council members within Wildefield.
Suggesting that Avery Fairclough, the Governor of Wildefield, isn’t qualified?
A Rank Five fighter of the Supreme class, unfit to teach?
Is Levi Garrison out of his mind?
Isn’t this peasant embarrassed by his own blustering?
“What are you raving on about, Levi?”
“Don’t think that being Evie’s father entitles you to speak however you like! This will not bode well for you should you attempt to push your luck!”
“Hurry up and apologize to the Governor!” the councilmen promptly urged.
Appearances may be deceiving, and beneath Avery’s mild-mannered exterior resided a blood-lusted monster who would kill at the drop of a hat!
Scores of lives, perhaps into the tens of thousands, had already perished at his hands.
Nicknamed “Revenant”, the inhabitants of Wildefield tended to avoid him to the furthest extent possible, and that would explain why those who were picking on Levi before fled upon hearing his voice.
The only reason why Avery would ever exhibit such a kindly disposition was in consideration of the tremendously gifted Forlevia whom he regarded as a treasure.
Aware of the numerous legends surrounding the Governor, Zoey and Mia hastened to advise Levi, “Hurry up and apologize, Levi! The Governor doesn’t have a good temperament!”
This was a different world from that of the ordinary person, or should it be said, there were no laws in play here apart from the Governor himself.
If the man so decided to take someone’s life, there was nothing that could stand in his way, so that had the two women seriously worried about how Levi’s obstinate tendencies might offend the Governor.
Levi was unhappy at what he heard.
“Why should I care about his ill-temper? It’s a fact that he’s just not up to scratch!” Levi said.
An audible gasp was heard from the observers.
Is he really that bold?
“Are you telling me that I’m not good enough?”
Avery’s voice became notably wintry, like the winds from hell.
