Kill the Sun

When Wyntor saw the man in front of him, his expression became very neutral and apathetic.

"What do you want, Ardum?" Wyntor asked evenly.

Ardum just smiled brightly. "Why, I want to talk to my little bro," Ardum said with an excited voice as he stretched his arm towards Wyntor's shoulder.

Wyntor took a step back, and Ardum's arm halted. "Don't want to give your big bro a hug?"

"No," Wyntor spoke apathetically.

Nick furrowed his brows while Trevor and Jenny seemed a bit uncomfortable.

One didn't need to know Wyntor very closely to see that he didn't want to talk to his big brother.

"There are other people around, Winny," Ardum said with a nice but strained voice. "We shouldn't make a scene."

"Like you are doing right now?"

Ardum frowned as he looked at the person who had just spoken up.

It was Nick.

"This is a family matter," Ardum said.

"We are on a company trip, which makes this a business matter," Nick said as he stepped forward to stand beside Wyntor. "If you need to talk to your brother, please do-"

"Who do you think you are?!" Ardum shouted, his polite demeanor completely gone. "As I've said, this is a matter between two members of the Melfion family! Keep yourself out of this, peasant!"

The power of Ardum's voice was very dominant, but Nick only narrowed his eyes.

"Nick, calm yourself," Wyntor said with a bit of annoyance.

An arrogant sneer appeared on Ardum's face.

"Don't talk with the garbageman," Wyntor added.

Nick blinked a couple of seconds in surprise.

Garbageman? That was a strange insult.

It was an insult, right?

It sounded more like a job.

A moment later, Nick felt the air around him vibrate and found that the cause was Ardum.

If looks could kill, Wyntor would have been torn into pieces already.

"What are you referring to?" Ardum asked threateningly.

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to," Wyntor answered coldly. "I'm referring to your great bargain, obviously."

Ardum snorted. "Jealousy is unfit of a potential heir to the Melfion family, Winny."

"Jealous? Of your literal pile of shit?" Wyntor asked with a snort. "You are probably barely breaking even with it. Any of my Hatchlings produce more Zephyx than your worthless Adolescent."

"You've always been a dreamer, Wyntor," Ardum said. "It seems like that hasn't changed."

Wyntor's eyes narrowed slightly as a gleam appeared in them.

At the same time, Nick, Jenny, and Trevor grew shocked.

The way Ardum had just spoken the word dreamer was very peculiar.

He had phrased it like he was referring to something very different.

'He knows,' Nick thought with furrowed brows.

While all the Zephyx Extractors of Dark Dream knew about the Dreamer, nobody outside of Dark Dream should know about it.

Wyntor had not made the details about the Dreamer public.

Nick immediately glanced at Jenny and Trevor.

When Jenny saw Nick's narrowed eyes, she rapidly shook her head.

Trevor just shook his head with a bitter smile.

"So, you've got some ears," Wyntor commented. "Maybe you should stop talking so much, or they might become deaf."

"What's the point?" Ardum said with a quick snort and chuckle. "I already know everything I need to know."

"I also know about your second Specter," Ardum said. "To think that you would have the luck to get your hands on a Possession Specter."

Immediately, the atmosphere became even tenser.

Nick's eyes widened, and he immediately became worried and suspicious.

And then, Nick noticed something.

Ardum's hand had slightly twitched just now.

Nick had only noticed the hand because he stood beside Wyntor.

'That's a signal!' Nick realized.

Nick knew that the signal wasn't for Wyntor or for him.

There were no Extractors around Ardum, and Jenny couldn't have seen it since Wyntor's body was between her eyes and Ardum's hand.

However…

Nick turned to look at Trevor…

Who quickly looked away from Ardum's hand!

The next moment, Trevor looked into Nick's eyes and noticed that Nick had noticed.

Trevor's face turned white.

"Oops," Ardum said with a smirk.

Then, he turned to look at Trevor openly.

"Shouldn't have asked for so much money," he said with an evil smirk.

Jenny gasped and stepped away from Trevor.

Nick narrowed his eyes.

Trevor had been a bit suspicious since the start.

Trevor's interview had been too smooth, and Trevor had seemed way too perfect for the role.

It was almost like Trevor was a born Zephyx Extractor.

He had a powerful will, was extremely good with people, was tall and powerful, and, most of all, he was intelligent and cunning.

Trevor was just too good at everything.

It was almost impossible not to hire him.

Trevor looked with a shocked face at Ardum.

It was almost like he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

It was like he had been thrown into a nightmare.

"I told you," Wyntor said evenly to Ardum. "You should stop talking before your ears become deaf."

"Expect Pator's head in the mail tomorrow."

Everyone immediately turned to look at Wyntor.

Pator?

Why Pator?

Pator wasn't even here!

Ardum's eyes also opened widely. "What?" he asked.

"You think your schemes work against me? Please!" Wyntor said with a disgusted sneer. "You always thought yourself to be so intelligent and above everyone else, and to be fair, you are very intelligent."

"But you are also way too arrogant and confident. Just like an adrenaline junky, you want to give your enemy hints but don't want them to realize that the hints are actually hints."

Ardum suddenly started laughing.

"Oh, Winny, you're always acting like you have the world in your pocket."

Then, Ardum turned around, and his expression darkened.

"I just hope, as your brother, that it doesn't one day swallow you."

At that moment, the atmosphere changed again, but this time, it wasn't due to the four people of Dark Dream.

Instead, some of the onlookers had narrowed their eyes at Ardum with displeasure.

Apparently, what he had just said was not something they liked to hear.

However, Wyntor didn't answer and waited for Ardum to walk away.

"Are you willing to do it?" Wyntor asked.

"Huh?" Nick asked back.

"Kill Pator," Wyntor added coldly.

Silence.