One-Eyed Monster

Stan Sol’s anger grew, as if it were about to devour all of Luona.

He knew he had to take the initiative whenever he got the chance. This was Luona, Rostov’s territory; there was no chance for a prolonged battle, so he had to unleash his full power.

If negotiations could not proceed this way, then he wasn’t going to let Hustace return, he would definitely take Hustace away.

Many might think Stan Sol couldn’t take Hustace away at Luona’s gate because this was indeed Governor Rostov’s turf, not a place to be trifled with. Perhaps the soldiers of the Thunder Army at the gate couldn’t stop Stan Sol, but Luona did not lack experts. These experts should quickly arrive here, and there are many ways to transmit information. In Rostov’s eyes, information is everything; he might ignore the money in the administrative office, but he cannot abandon information.

So, Rostov had already secretly notified the experts of Luona; it was just that this method was rather hidden, known only by a few in Luona.

Therefore, Rostov’s calmness wasn’t just the demeanor of a politician; it’s also his confident strategizing.

However, Stan Sol has his own ace up his sleeve, he can teleport. If negotiations can’t proceed, he will take Hustace elsewhere…

Stan Sol thought, Rostov, didn’t you have Tobin serve you? Then the Sol Family will take away your kin; such an exchange is considered fair.

The standoff continued, with Stan Sol occasionally swinging his flaming sword, forcing the Thunder Army squad to be unable to approach. Yet the squad’s formation remained unperturbed, maintaining a high level of concentration, ready to attack at any opportunity.

However, this opportunity seemed unlikely unless this fire-wielding youth made a mistake on his own… Given the current situation, Stan Sol indeed held a certain advantage.

Stan Sol ignited the flames, instantly presenting that incredible dance of fire in the sky.

Rostov watched these flames flying about, always feeling a sense of familiarity, which grew stronger, making Lord Governor Rostov think deeply about what this meant.

This flame seemed to have a significant connection with thunder, and vaguely, Lord Governor Rostov felt thunder was about to emerge with these flames.

Wait, the thunder, this flame can faintly reveal thunder!

This problem seemed to have an answer.

Lord Governor Rostov suddenly recalled Tobin Sol, the person who brought him significant changes, had also produced traces of flame when releasing thunder…

Could it be that this fire-wielding youth has ties with Tobin Sol?

Lord Governor Rostov’s inner turmoil suddenly quieted at this moment; after all, he was the governor of Luona, an excellent politician, always deriving conclusions using his Sound Sensing Skill at such moments.

Now, Rostov had made his judgment.

He could now confirm that this fire-wielding youth belonged to the Sol Family.

Unexpectedly, the Sol Family had such a formidable figure…

”I confirm you are Tobin’s brother; now, what do you have to say?” Rostov asked loudly, as the stalemate needed some progress. It couldn’t go on like this.

After saying this, Rostov felt the fire’s momentum slightly weakened, as if it had gathered back.

How did Lord Governor confirm Stan Sol was Tobin’s brother? It was still through the flame.

This angry flame strongly resonated with Fury Thunder, something he had always prided himself on, and now he could feel it strongly.

After the fury comes the thunder; this small change made Rostov sigh inwardly, realizing his gut feeling came true, a scenario he least wanted to see.

Palms and backs of hands, it was because of this recognition that Rostov confirmed Stan Sol as Tobin’s brother…

He knew Tobin well; those past years were unforgettable times, when he and Tobin fought together, eventually establishing the Thunder Army. This achievement naturally belonged to Tobin, yet Tobin was indifferent, caring more about the mission on his shoulders.

Lord Governor Rostov remembered, back then Tobin often extended his hand, flipping the palm and back, muttering to himself.

Back then, Lord Governor Rostov couldn’t quite understand those self-talks, but now he finally comprehended.

Back then, Tobin said, you’re the palm, I’m the back; palms and backs of hands, watching each other…

”What do you plan to do?” Lord Governor Rostov asked again. Now he had confirmed this identity, to be honest, causing a tremor among others because brother of Tobin Sol was quite a shocking identity.

Upon hearing Rostov’s words, Stan Sol felt a hint of steadiness inwardly. Things were still on track, not deviating.

He could feel Tobin’s spirit powers fluctuating; after all, palm and back connected. Tobin had given him much feedback, yet always incompletely, with hints of despair.

This feeling made Stan Sol uneasy; this brotherly tacit understanding told him his brother wasn’t having an easy time.

This is the tacit understanding of palms and backs of hands, the bond between brothers.

”I want to see Tobin.” Stan Sol expressed his wish; he had been striving to hone his expression, preserving strength for quite some time; his language skills were modestly recovering.

Stan Sol was reluctant for Igor to always speak for him, so at this moment he spoke himself, though with difficulty.

”You just want to see Tobin?” Lord Governor Rostov asked, feeling the request was somewhat simple.

However, Stan Sol’s request was indeed simple; he just wanted to see his brother.

”Let, me, see Tobin.” Stan Sol reiterated, simultaneously waving his hand, making the flames around Hustace intensify slightly.

This was also to remind Lord Governor Rostov he had leverage.

Rostov’s heart tightened; he was concerned for his son’s safety, yet couldn’t show it. His son surrounded by flames, yet he had no immediate recourse.

Stan Sol had put forth his demand, and negotiations, so to speak, had begun.

Yet Lord Governor Rostov fell silent at this moment, leaving those present slightly puzzled.