Primordial Expanse: I have the Strongest Talent!

Chapter 92  Intentions

Kilian gave a look to the guards standing at the gates of the manor and without a word, they opened them for him and his guest, Alex.

'Let's see if you keep up your uncivilised demeanor from now on, brat.'

Kilian thought to himself as he silently led Alex through the gardens and into the main entrance, where a grand hall met their eyes.

As one would expect of a typical noble's mansion, the entire interior screamed out 'I am entitled and my ego has no limits.' The entire place was spotless, with a luxurious chandelier hanging from the ceiling, lighting up the whole hall. The carpet was a mixture of red and gold, with the walls being made out of marble with golden etchings engraved in them.

Overall, the place sucked.

At least Alex thought it did.

'Who would want to live in such an unwelcoming home? This place seems more like a political embassy than a place one should call home.' n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Overall, Alex didn't feel welcomed into this 'home', instead he felt like he was an alien visiting this place.

Although, he technically is an alien…

"Follow me, the Mayor's office is just this way." Kilian spoke, his tone still elegant but it had a hint of coldness to it.

Alex didn't speak and only followed, wanting to meet the Mayor and then be done with this place, moving on to somewhere much less remote.

But obtaining a new sword would have to come first.

Eventually, after a few minutes of walking through the winding maze of hallways, they came to a stop in front of a rather normal looking door when one compared it to the rest of the manor.

"The Mayor is just inside, I hope you'll consider our previous conversation." Kilian didn't even give Alex another glance as he just closed the door behind him when he stepped inside.

Inside, the office looked like any typical office one would expect of a scholar. There were bookshelves filled to the brim with books on either side of the room, with a huge convex window taking up the entire outer wall. In front of the window sat a large, vintage desk. Father Bertram sat at this desk with a smile on his face.

"Welcome, welcome! I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting before. My name is Bertram Artund, the Baron of this manor and the Mayor of this town!" Bertram enthusiastically introduced himself to Alex, saving the two from any icebreakers.

"My name's Alex, I'm a wandering warrior with no place to call home. Why'd you request this meeting with me? Like you said, we have nothing in common and we've never interacted before this." Alex went straight to the point, asking his most prominent question right from the beginning.

To be truthful, Alex was quite surprised when Kilian showed up out of nowhere and said the Mayor wanted to meet with him.

He had fully expected it to be the other way around with Alex coming to the Mayor to purchase a weapon.

"I see you're not one to speak idle chatter, I like that. Since you wish to get right down to business, let's not wait any longer." Bertram started to get a feel for Alex and knew he wasn't too keen on this meeting, nor was he interested in hearing his empty words.

Bertram adjusted his position in his seat, while Alex took the liberty to seat himself in front of him, lounging back into the chair and making himself comfortable.

Bertram felt his eye twitch when he saw this, but he ignored it.

"I'd like to know more about you, like how you got here, why you're here and what your plans are in this small town I call home." Bertram's tone changed to a more neutral one as he asked these questions.

This was the real reason he invited Alex to his office — to sniff out his intentions.

Alex gazed at Bertram and knew what he was up to. The managers and superiors at the mining colony all tried to play similar tricks on him many times before during his time there.

"Well let me put it simply for you: my name is Alex; I'm not from around these parts; my plans include hunting, earning a quick buck and leaving when I feel satisfied." With that said, Alex smiled at Bertram and let him digest the information — or lack of — that he had given him.

'He's just told me everything I already know, apart from the last part about his plans to leave when he is 'satisfied', I've learned nothing new about this guy. Clearly he doesn't wish for us to pry into his background for some reason.'

'But don't worry Alex, We'll be sure to find out your true motives soon enough.'

Bertram mirrored Alex's smile, and asked another question.

"You mentioned you're leaving when you feel satisfied. Might I ask, what do you mean when you say 'satisfied'?"

Having picked apart Alex's words, this was the only piece of information he felt could be of some relevance to Alex's goal in Monty town.

"Well before your butler so rudely stopped me when I was out on a stroll, I was actually planning on coming to you myself at some point. You see, I've been without a weapon for a while after my old one was destroyed and what better place to find a new one worth buying in this small town than the mayor himself."

Alex had been meaning to buy himself a weapon for a while, especially after he had the opportunity to witness his combat strength when he was coupled with Rowan's sword.

But the one thing holding him back was always money.

Now he had the money to make it happen.

Bertram remained silent while he considered what Alex had said.

"Come on, we both know the merchants aren't offering anything even worth spending a couple pennies on. What I'm looking for is only something you can provide in this desolate place. I know you can, since the weapons your guards carry are worlds apart from what that merchant is offering."

Alex had hit the nail on the head, as Bertram looked at him with an understanding look on his face.

"So all you're here for is a weapon? And you'll leave after you get one?"