Chapter 135: The Tripartite rtion
"Can you really do that?"
Aldrich saw Christin peeking out of Tomiv''s armpit.
Her voice had little strength behind it, and it was feeble, but her eyes brimmed with hope and anticipation. Aldrich nodded and beckoned her like calling a child from afar.
"Come here, little girl."
None cringed at Aldrich treating Christin like a little girl. For all they knew, even if Aldrich wasn''t an ancestor turned legend turned Boss Crawler from House Venomous Rose, he was definitely an old being. Old enough to attempt the assassination of King.
Aldrich cared even less, as he was probably even older than the current Kings if one were to count his time within the Darkness after his death. He just felt amused by the irony of the situation rted to Rosalia and Christin.
One was a decades-old''s spirit who kept hibernating into the body of a teen, and the other was a full-grown woman but still a child within.
Christin apprehensively came out in the open, with her hand still tightly clenching Tomiv''s sleeve. Aldrich smiled as he saw Tomiv squinting his eyes towards him, daring Aldrich to try any funny business.
"Now, look in my eyes."
Christin struggled in maintaining eye contact, but Aldrich and the rest of the men didn''t prod her. After a few minutes of fidgeting and taking many deep breaths back-to-back, Aldrich seeded in making constant eye contact with her. He raised both his hands and gently stretched them out towards her.
"Now, I am going to ce my fingers on your arms. Be prepared, they are cold."
Despite the apparent nervousness on Tomiv''s face, he too wanted to see if there was any solution to Christin''s problem. Christin had already squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the icy touch.
Aldrich waited for Christin''s painful expression to turn into a curious one gradually. And just as she was about to open her eyes, running out of patience, he grabbed her arms. Despite his im, his fingers were warmer than the blush on Christin''s face.
Aldrich had no confidence to objectify his im. He just knew the fact that thews of Divine, Devil, and Demon had some remote rtion to each other. The RECORD had already made it clear to him by presenting him with a Title involving these three elements. He did not know the Law of Demon, knew almost nothing of the Law of Divine, and only had a little idea of the Law of Devil. But he was sure that the use of one would bring some reaction out of the other two.
And as Aldrich couldn''t do it without touching her, for an extremely traumatized individual like Christin, he had to use the element of surprise. Even before the warmth of his fingers could enter Christin''s body, Aldrich stimted the entire Devil''s aura on him and the Rumok on his right hand.
BANG!
Aaahhhh!!!
Aldrich almost slid back because of the burst of the purple mist out of Christin, pulverizing the table behind him instantly. Tomiv and Berb got thrown off towards the wall, smashing everything within their path.
"No! That Thing is about toe out!"
Aldrich heard Tomiv''s scream, despite him getting bounced off the wall. But Aldrich was already prepared. Just as her entire body started to gain a purple color, Aldrich retracted both the Divine and Devil aura within his body. The purple hue ravaging Christin''s skin got cut off from the stimtion and also vanished in return.
Huff! Huff!
Christin slumped down and her breath seemed out of control. Tomiv rushed towards her and held her in his arms. Her face was pale, her eyes were unfocused, and her skin was cold to touch. But she was conscious and fully aware of her surroundings. The way she wrapped her arms around Tomiv''s neck meant she could still think rationally.
"This is imp"
Berb approached the two figures on the ground and openly muttered.
The word ''Impossible'' felt like it had lost its value in thest few minutes. If stagnation of the red needle was impossible, then what was the thing that Aldrich had done with the Name. And if that was impossible, then what could one call this feat of surviving just at the edge of purple death.
Aldrich went back to his chair and sat down leisurely. He took a red vial out of his FIR and threw it towards Tomiv. Tomiv nodded at Aldrich and poured the entire vial into Christin''s mouth.
"Consider what I just did as an example of her treatment. And if done correctly Christin will develop some substantial resistance towards such situations. The only thing is, it''s a time-consuming process. So, are you interested in the mission now?"
Aldrich saw color returning to Christin''s face and again presented the condition. Tomiv neared Aldrich and kneeled, his head almost touching the dusty ground.
"My Lord, I hope you will keep your words. I agree to all demands."
"Haha, Good! Here take this. There are three parts to your mission. I have written all the details on this paper. I have also arranged a good spaceship for you three. Hmm! It should havee by now."
Aldrich handed a piece of paper and casuallyughed off Tomiv''s strange expression. The way Aldrich looked at his watch to predict the spaceship''s arrival, seemed as if he had calcted everything that had happened there beforehand. Tomiv''s palm sweated just as that monstrous guess crossed over his mind. And without even looking at the mission directives, he hurriedly took away Christin and Berb out of Aldrich''s influence.
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"Ah! Ancestor, you were too rough with them."
Just as the three Dreamers left, Trifon walked into the room and gave Aldrich a deep bow, while pretending as the perfect personal secretary. He waved his hand, and the debris got cleared, and with another wave of his hand, a new table appeared in front of Aldrich.
"Tomiv was almost running away with sweat pouring down, and that poor girl couldn''t even walk properly."
Aldrich looked at the Great Pretender and tapped his fingers on the armchair. He pretended to be the rightful employer and said something that made Trifon''s jaw drop to the floor.
"Get out or I will fire you."