Legacy Of The Extra-Chapter 47: Man of Mystery..

"But I guess inbred trash like you still need to be taught a lesson."

The fire-eyed man's expression darkened. He was rather calm for the vile words he had said to Tony—Words that would bite into anyone's pride.

"The fuck did you just say?!" He let go of his axe as it floated in the grip of the flickering dark tendril. His jaw tightened, veins bulging all over his face. He clenched his fists, the nails biting into his skin.

And then he swung.

The air whooshed as his fist burst through. Heading for the face of the man who had insulted him and his family. There was no way that this man would've gotten out unscathed.

His fist connected, but not to the man's face. But rather, to his calloused palm as he had stopped the fist right in its path. His hands did not tremble as he held Tony's hands in place.

Tony's eyes widened, his knuckle still held by the man's firm grip. H-he stopped it?

The man was still the same, carrying that same untouchable Aura around him. But his eyes held a sense of something—Fear? What a joke! Anger?

No.

It seemed more like he was pitying Tony. Pitying the man who had picked a bad flower today. A poisonous flower, to be exact.

Tony tried to free his fist, but the man's grip was firm. He held Tony's knuckle, his finger tightening at the joints.

Crack...

"AAAAAAAAAAGH!"

Tony's blood-curdling curling scream echoed in the forest among the quiet as he knelt, his body trembling. His face now twisted with a new expression. One of nor frustration or anger.

It was of pain and fear.

Tears streamed down his face, falling till his chin. His one hand was gripping his thigh while the other was still held by the man.

Crack...

"I-I am sorry!" Tony shrieked out as another cracking noise came from his knuckle. Pain exploded in his hands, making it unbearable for him to act.

To break free.

He just whimpered at the man's feet.

The man's expression remained calm and composed as if he were used to these sorts of things. He let out a small breath and let go of Tony's knuckles.

"Next time," He kneeled, locking his gaze with the man who cowered at his feet. "If you attack me again... You won't just be feeling the pain of your knuckles being broken."

He leaned in closer, a twisted smirk gracing his lips. His voice was barely a whisper. "You will also feel your limbs twitch as I will slowly cut them off."

"I'll take them one by one. Slowly."

He let the words hang in the terrifying silence. No one dared to speak against him, not even Norman, who just watched the scene unfold with sweat trickling down his forehead.

Tony just shut his eyes and frantically shook his head to whatever the man had said. He did not dare defy him after what had happened. He knew—knew that each and every word that the man had spoken...

Will be followed.

The man stood up, dusting his coat. "I hope you understand. Next time won't be so easy." He turned around and headed for the counter where Norman stood. The dark tendrill that held Tony's axe disappeared beneath his feet, making the axe fall with a metallic noise.

Norman's breath got caught in his throat as the man approached him with a leisurely pace. His lips formed a welcoming and polite smile as he looked at Norman, which made a shiver run down his spine.

How can he act like that after the thing he just did?! Norman's thoughts spiralled. His brain was repeating all the moments that had happened a few seconds ago.

"Excuse me," The man said in a neutral tone, tapping a black card on the window counter.

"Y-y-yes? How may... I help you?" Norman fumbled his words. His mind reeling back again and again. Please let me not piss this guy off...

The man just tilted his head, and his hand swiftly slid the black card towards Norman. Not minding the professional's wavering words.

Norman picked it up and looked at it.

His entire body stiffened.

P-privelege c-card??

Those two words were the only thing that came to his mind when he held that black card in his hands. Gold-plated edges, a Raven bird carved into the top right corner—A symbol of one of the strongest guilds in the Germainia Empire.

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Ravenspire Guild.

Norman's eyes now trailed and looked at the man's name.

Dimitri Novikov

Age: 17

Rank: B+

Norman's brow furrowed as his eyes landed on the age. 17? No way in hell. He looked at Dimitri—The lines of his jaw, the structure of his face. It was too sharp to be a teenager's face.

And he has facial hair on his chin too...

He was tall and his sturdy build. He seemed like a man hardened by countless battles, not by the spring of his teens. He looked like someone who trained every single day to his own limits.

"Uhm, excuse me?" Norman spoke, keeping his tone professional. "What is your age?"

Dimitri raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest. "I am 17, it is given in the ID."

His voice was calm, not showing any hints of wavering. It was as if he were really speaking the truth—Which he was.

Norman's eyes narrowed on him, he was still having a harder time believing it. His lips parted to say something, but before he could...

"Hey man, let him through." Another voice intervened between them. Norman turned around to spot his coworker, who had previously shown him around the place. "I know you are confused about his age."

"But he really is 17. So, let him pass."

Norman did not question much further and simply noted down Dimitri's name and rank on the clipboard. He trusted his coworker, but back in his mind, he still felt off.

"It is done," He declared, sliding the card back to the young man before him. Dimitri stood there with an expressionless face, accepting the card back and heading for the doors of the Frostcove maze.

Norman watched him as the crowd gossiped and parted before him. Forging his path to the entrance of the Maze.

Dimitri did not look back, did not talk, did not correct.

He simply kept moving forward.

"Hey, Damien," Norman called out to his colleague as he looked at Dimitri's parting figure disappearing into the entrance of the maze.

"Who is he really?"

"I am sorry, I forgot to tell you about him." Damien apologised, scratching his dark hair.

"He is a very well-known man in the Frostholm Duchy. He is Dimitri Novikov, a B+ Ranked Mazekin also known by his alias as The Unseen Fang of The Maze."