Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 646: Young Master Hades...

Chapter 646: Young Master Hades…

With surprise evident in his eyes, Hades watched interestingly as the wounds on his arms immediately closed up, leaving behind the pain of the injuries he had inflicted upon himself.

“Why did you heal me?” Hades suddenly asked as Sir Doraimon turned to look him in the eye.

“Don’t you want to be healed, young master Hades?” he asked, the hair at the back of his neck rising.

“I do,” Hades replied.

“Then your wishes are my command, young master, as ordered by your father, the king…” he said with a bow as Hades’ eyes flashed a weird light and he turned to look outside where the slaves were being continuously whipped and roughly dragged forward.

“My wishes are your command, you say?” he asked once more.

“Yes, young master. Anything you wish for must be done.”

“Then, stop those guards from lashing the slaves.”

“WHAT?!” Sir Doraimon looked at him as if he had seen a ghost, but his shock dissipated when Hades turned to him.

“I mean, yes, young master…” he said before loudly ordering, “The young master has banned anyone from lashing any more of the slaves! Do you all receive the orders of the young master?” he asked loudly as the four muscular guards in charge of the slaves paused in shock and all couldn’t help but turn to look at the carriage.

“Your orders have been well received,” they all roared nonetheless as they kept their whips in their belts and Sir Doraimon climbed into the carriage, a bewildered expression on his face as he looked at Hades.

“May I ask you something, young master?”

“Yes?”

“Why do you order for the whippings on the slaves to be stopped?”

“What do you think might be the reason?” Hades asked in reply.

“I hate to think it’s compassion. But I dare not decide for you, young master…” Sir Doraimon said modestly.

“Those who have been whipped walk slowly, dragging the others down. The others who have been dragged down are also whipped, further slowing them down.

If this continues, we would be stalled here forever as the slaves would reach their limit before we can arrive back home. That is not something we can afford, right?” Hades replied as Sir Doraimon dropped his jaw in shock.

‘The stupid young master can think now? What came over him?’

“Such deep thinking, as expected of your gracefulness…” he said when suddenly the sound of lightning resounded through the sky.

Hades’ eyes snapped upwards in shock before he jumped down from the carriage and looked deeply at the lightning that abruptly flashed before fading away.

“There’s no need to flatter me, young master. It’s nothing but the signaling of rain…” Sir Doraimon said, mocking him within his heart.

‘Tch, as expected of the trashy young master. So weak-hearted…’

“Oh?” Hades said, raising up his hand and feeling the sprinkles of rain on his hands.

“Let’s get you back onto the carriage, young master. You might catch a cold if you get drenched in the rain…” he said as they both retreated back into the carriage, with Hades resting his head on the seat.

‘The lightning. How it seems so familiar to me. I can feel it…’ Hades thought silently, a deep headache suddenly assaulting his head as his eyes snapped closed in shock, his back sinking deeper into the comfy carriage seat, and his nails tightly clenched in his palms.

A set of disarranging pictures that he couldn’t comprehend nor understand. Yet he could pick something from one of the images. A strange word that seemed so familiar.

“Zeras. I am Zeras!” he suddenly called out as he looked at Sir Doraimon, who looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Are you sure you are feeling well, young master? The journey must have taken quite the toll on you. Don’t worry, young master, we will arrive home soon…” he said as the carriage sped up a little, the same for the slaves who were threatened to move faster.

About three hours of silence quickly passed, and soon the carriage came to a screeching stop as Hades turned to look through the windows.

There he could see they were before a large gate where multitudes of guards stood. The carriage driver could be seen conversing with the guards, and soon he walked back towards them, the huge gate quickly opening up for them.

Soon, they all entered the gate together with the guards and immediately were faced with the noise of bustling activities.

Men and women conversing, traders and buyers arguing over prices, beggars at the corners of various streets with alms buckets in their hands, guards walking through the market area, spears in hand, as the various civilians reared their heads down and moved away from their path, causing the guards to walk with their chests puffed out in pride and disdain.

Occasionally, those in their path were pushed down onto the ground, and the one pushed down would immediately jump to their knees begging for forgiveness, only to earn the sneers of the guards.

“We’re just a short distance away from the castle, young master…” Sir Doraimon said as he looked into the distance, observing a gigantic pointy structure in the far distance.

“That’s the castle? Really big and grand, even from so far away…” Hades mused to himself as Sir Doraimon’s prideful chuckle rang out.

“Of course, young master. After all, your father is the mighty General Asmodeus who has conquered a total of 12 other kingdoms.

Our only enemies are the Goramon clan and the mighty Nagasuki clan. The Goramon have fallen by our hands, and our only worthy opponent is the Nagasuki clan.

But soon, his highness will reign over them with his supreme devilish might, and our kingdom will only grow bigger and bigger…” he said with his eyes flashing with pride and a bloody deep want for something he couldn’t understand.

“Hmmm,” Hades murmured.

Soon they walked into the castle, the slaves carried away to some other place as Sir Doraimon walked into the large castle with Hades beside him.