Spectre of the Sinner - Chapter 6 part 9: The beast's underbelly

POV: Khulan Orujov, sexta hora noctis, Vest Schëld, Mellanphalia Kingdom

“Now then… Before we can begin, I have a question…”

“Unfortunately, only when my demand is met, then I can answer it,” the black-clad scoundrel bluntly refused my attempt at understanding him and his knowledge of [Dimmur Konusma], and quickly I found my eyebrows to furrow in irritation.

To think that he had the gall to rebuff this me, the undeclared lord of [Vest Schëld]. Dark emotions started to stir in my chest as I directed a piercingly annoyed gaze at him, which to his credit, he casually took my scowling without flinching a bit.

“Anyway, then go ahead and list out your demands,” I forcibly let out a cough to cut off the stream of thoughts, “I’m tired of talking to such an insolent son of a bitch like you. I’d rather converse with my damn pillow than face you.”

With a light shrug, the Eastern-looking man took a sip from his metallic container before looking straight into my eyes. His dark brown eyes reflected the row of flickering candles behind my back, giving the impression that he was determined to have his demands met at any cost.

“The first one should be easy enough for you. Please reinstate my membership in the [Shadow Guild].”

“HUH!!? Hold on for a moment there! What the fuck do you mean by [reinstate] your membership?”

At the man’s absurdly brazen request, I let out an uncharacteristic high-pitched shriek.

“Boss, are you ok?”

“Defend the boss, quick!”

The bodyguard cadres hurriedly rushed in, only to meet my stern glare as they ran into my office, causing them to stand there hesitantly.

“What the fucking hell you guys are standing there for? Back to your damn posts already!”

“But boss…”

One of the lankier guys on the team attempted to squeeze his pathetic protest…

“I said, BACK TO YOUR FUCKING POSTS! No BUT here!”

“Hii! Yes, sir, we will be back to our posts now! Please excuse us!”

Looking at their reluctant face at being forced to hurriedly evacuate from my workplace after hearing their boss’s strange yelp, naturally, my anger started to subside. What came next was a whirlpool of questions about that man’s intentions.

Suppose that the black-haired bastard had requested membership in the [Guild], I’d begrudgingly accepted his demand. Yet what did the word [reinstate] mean? I for once couldn’t think of this damn outlander as someone who used to hold a [Shadow Guild] membership at all, yet his first demand was to restore his affiliation with the [Guild].

“Please don’t make that scary face, boss, I still haven’t specified my second request yet,” the black-clad son of a bitch condescendingly interjected, making my blood start to boil again.

Yet once again, I forcibly calmed myself down as the man patiently waited for his turn to issue his second demand. As I regained my composure by heaving a long sigh, I also braced myself for the magnitude of that bastard’s following demand, hoping that the following one wasn’t as bizarre as the last one.

The black-clad foreigner then rummaged through one of his many chest pouches, causing my brows to wrinkle in puzzlement. Just as I was about to butt in, the scoundrel produced what looked like a mail envelope and handed it to me.

“ARE YOU… FUCKING KIDDING… WITH ME???!”