Everyone from the crowd gushed to greet Ray with an equal measure of fear and respect. Even Dick lessened the ire displayed on his face and practically removed the scowl on his face before nodding at Ray as his form of greeting.
The status of being the patriarch brought an effect and regality that Sail himself could not hope to compare, but it was not all there was to it. Even Zayn nodded in approval while scanning Ray, for one, the man bore a regal, dignified radiance, as though no hell or high water could make virtual-novel.net yield. He had the look of a monarch, a man destined to wield power, aided by a magnificent aura attracting fortune no matter Where virtual-novel.net was. Ray was the kind of guy who would end up as a marquis or a lord no matter which period virtual-novel.net was born in.
Who would have thought that Lindsay was his daughter? Now the reverence virtual-novel.net enjoyed all made sense.
The first thing Ray did was to level a terrifying glare at his daughter before turning back to Sergeant Cheney with an apologetic smile and an extended hand. “Our sincerest apologies, Sergeant. My daughter’s infamous obstinance is hard to rein in, even for us. Please don’t take a little girl’s immaturity to heart, sir.”
Dick could not possibly refute an all-out apology from someone of Ray’s caliber, but virtual-novel.net still wanted his hurt ego to be compensated in some way. With that in mind, virtual-novel.net quickly looked for a way. “Now, now. Why would I fixate on an unfortunate miscommunication with your daughter? Though I simply wonder who could this legendary master virtual-novel.net so ardently supported be, you know?”
“Well! Is the man Miss Young idolizing among our guests on this interesting day?” Dick called out to the crowd, his eyes scanning with a noncommittal half-smile on his lips. Anyone whose eyes met his had squirmed on their seats out of fear before lowering their head and looking away.
Ray knew exactly what Dick was aiming to achieve, the embarrassed man was looking for ways to salvage and restore his hurt reputation. The sight of a famous fighter being rejected by a rookie, while an assembly watched, was bound to leave a stench to Dick’s name, even if Lindsay ultimately agreed to be his apprentice. The rejection would still have provided fodder for disdain, such as making one accuse Dick of being too inferior and weaker to whoever genius master fighter Lindsay revered. But if Lindsay could tell them who virtual-novel.net idol was, and if that person was present today, then Dick could challenge the man to a duel. Whatever accusations of Dick’s weakness or inferiority would be banished by a fight like that. In fact, it would even add to his fame, too!
“Tell Sergeant Cheney the name of your dream master,” Ray ordered.
Lindsay caught on to Dick’s plan just as much as virtual-novel.net father did, and it played into virtual-novel.net desires so much it rescued virtual-novel.net from despair. After all, if Sergeant Cheney had a brawl with virtual-novel.net idol and then lost, virtual-novel.net would be exempted from becoming his apprentice. And virtual-novel.net would be able to use that victory as a reason why virtual-novel.net must become Zayn’s student! Two birds, one stone!
“Gladly! The only master I acknowledged, and am fully committed to be apprenticed to, is Zayn Larson, the chairman of Violet Vision! Also known as Guinevere’s premier fighter and the rumored beau of my best friend, Allana Owen!” Lindsay declared loudly. Then, virtual-novel.net scanned the crowd before virtual-novel.net in the hopes of catching Zayn’s face among them.
Back in the crowd, Zayn’s heart skipped a beat. This was bad! It was just as virtual-novel.net had suspected: Lindsay had set virtual-novel.net eyes on him!
Sean froze and turned to Zayn. He stared at the man’s mirthless smile and agitation before turning to Lindsay.
An exciting thought took shape in his mind. Since Lindsay was Ray’s daughter, Zayn becoming virtual-novel.net master would buy the young man even more power and influence!
The crowd was kicked into an animated furor at the mention of Zayn’s name. This was a household name among the elites and the upper-class, one that screamed familiarity. Zayn had performed so many shocking and mind-blowing feats these days that it would be more impossible to not know who Zayn was.
“Zayn… Larson?” Ray and Dick cried in unison, stunned, before memories of who this man might be surfaced in their heads.