The crowd gasped at Dante Drake’s words: "What? This man is Wraith, one of the six War Gods under Emperor Hades?"
"It must be him. In The Umbral Zone, who else but Wraith, the War God under Emperor Hades, could make Lord Drake so polite."
"The Dark Tower has run into real trouble now."
Saying this, the onlookers couldn’t help but feel schadenfreude. They had agreed to let The Dark Tower search, but that didn’t mean they felt good about it.
Steward Archer was stunned; the person he thought was nothing more than a watchdog turned out to be Wraith, the War God?
Wraith’s face remained stern as he said lightly, "Offending me is one thing; at most, I’ll send these oblivious fools to their deaths. But should you offend Emperor Hades... Drake, you are a man of loyalty and righteousness; you should understand the principle that a dishonored principal means the death of his servant."
Dante Drake’s expression changed: "Are you saying that Emperor Hades is here today too?"
The corner of Wraith’s lips turned up: "What do you think?"
Dante Drake’s eyes flickered as he said, "With the arrival of Emperor Hades, it is improper of me not to welcome him, Wraith. Please, let me in to pay my respects and show The Dark Tower’s tribute." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ N0veI.Fiɾe.net
With that, he stepped forward, preparing to push open the compartment door.
Before his hand could touch the door, he was stopped.
Dante Drake looked at Wraith, raising an eyebrow: "Is there something wrong, Wraith?"
Wraith said, "Emperor Hades hasn’t invited you in; you cannot enter."
Dante Drake laughed heartily: "As the host, I should be proactive. I cannot wait for Emperor Hades to invite me. That would be too disrespectful, wouldn’t you agree, Wraith?"
Wraith remained unmoved, speaking lightly: "Without Emperor Hades’ permission, no one can enter this room."
Dante Drake’s smile lingered, but his gaze turned cold as he stared at Wraith and asked, "Is it because Emperor Hades hasn’t invited me? Or is Wraith hiding something or someone in this compartment that shouldn’t be hidden?"
Wraith replied coldly, "Neither has anything to do with you."
"What if I say it certainly does?" With those words, the aura around Dante Drake began to rise steadily.
Wraith still did not budge, and for a moment, tensions soared between the two with the intensity of impending conflict.
Just then, a lazy voice emanated from within: "Who’s making a racket outside? Wraith, let him come in here."
"Yes." Wraith stepped aside from the doorway: "You may enter."
Dante Drake did not budge.
Wraith glanced over, speaking softly: "Drake, are you afraid The Hades Clan has set an ambush in The Dark Tower’s auction house?"
Dante Drake laughed twice: "Wraith, you’re quite a joker."
"Please." Wraith personally opened the compartment door.
Without further hesitation, Dante Drake stepped inside to see a young man seated at the center, dressed in a white custom-made suit with his shirt slightly open.
As he entered, the young man’s gaze swept over him, light yet heavy as a thousand pounds.
Dante Drake felt his heart tighten and respectfully greeted Corvus Hades: "I deeply apologize. Tonight, these scoundrels have disturbed Emperor Hades, and I beg your forgiveness."
As he spoke, his eyes quickly scanned the compartment.
Besides the familiar faces he knew, there was only a young girl standing in the corner, looking pitiful; her clothes were disheveled, cheeks slightly flushed, with her head bowed in a shy manner.
Recalling the open shirt of Emperor Hades, Dante Drake felt like he had uncovered the most scandalous secret of The Umbral Zone.