Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

Chapter 177: New Look

Early the next morning, a young kid made his way up a series of wooden steps.

He had a nervous, almost sick look on his face.

He made it to a short hallway, grasping tightly to a letter in his hand as he lightly walked forward until turning to face a door.

After gulping, he raised his hand and knocked.

Tok tok tok

Silence...

He took a breath before knocking again, this time a little louder.

Tok tok tok

Still, there was no reply.

After a second or so, he firmed his stance and knocked one more time, this time much louder.

TOK TOK TOK

His eyes darted down as the door-knob abruptly turned.

He gulped again, nervous, as the door slowly creaked open.

Immediately, a rush of bad intent flushed through the open creak and struck the young man, causing his eyes to widen slightly.

The door opened as the young man's eyes met with a very irritated expression of a young man. Continue your adventure with m|v-l'e -NovelBin.net

His look was dreadful, his eyes slightly swollen and tired-looking.

"What... the hell do you want?" Tyr said, clearly pissed off for being woken up forcibly.

"Uh-" The kid stammered.

He seemed to attempt to say something, but on realizing he couldn't utter any words, he simply pushed out the letter in his hand and lowered his gaze.

Tyr glanced at the note as the kid finally spoke, free from Tyr's striking gaze: "A note... from the Bruther Clan."

After pausing for a second, Tyr swiped the note out of the kid's hand and slammed the door shut.

The kid looked back up, gulping once more. 'So he's Tyr Evolion...' He looked around, 'The Dragon Tamer...'

He began to walk away, 'He's as scary as I imagined such a figure to be. To think... no one else but the Bruther Clan has figured this out in this city. He's just walking around like a nobody, as if everyone in the continent doesn't want to see him.'

Tyr turned from the door, shaking his head. 'Looks like they are eager...'

He opened the note:

"Dear Tyr,"

The note started with this, immediately causing Tyr to squint. 'Did I ever tell her my name?'

"I trust you rested well after last night's... excitement. My sincerest apologies once again for my men's behavior. They can be overly eager at times, especially when they feel their pride is at stake. However, I believe we both understand that true strength lies not in brute force but in intellect and subtlety.

In light of our conversation, I would like to formally extend an invitation for you to join me and my family at our estate for lunch today. My father, the city lord, is always interested in meeting individuals of your caliber, and I'm certain he would appreciate making your acquaintance.

Of course, I can also assist you with the matter of the Ten High Peak Faction, as promised. It would be a pleasure to help you achieve your goals in this city. Let's discuss how we can... work together to both our advantages.

I'll be expecting you at noon. My carriage will be waiting outside the inn to bring you to the estate. Don't keep me waiting.

Warm regards, Pemphis Bruther"

Tyr raised an eyebrow, "Do they really think I was that retarded? Tsk..." He muttered under his breath, looking up at the door.

'That annoying brat was far too scared to see me. He was either told bad stories of what I did yesterday... or they have figured out that I hold the dragon.'

'Idiot!' Ares suddenly exclaimed, 'It's not that they figured you have a dragon, but rather, that you are a dragon tamer.'

'Yeah yeah... same thing.'

'Not at all!'

...

Tyr got ready before heading out.

He decided that before anything else, he wanted to get a new fit.

So, he began to make his way to a clothing shop that he spotted the day prior.

'I'm in a new continent, so I should get accustomed to the new clothing attire...'

He had been wearing the classic tunic and trousers for a while now, which had gotten boring.

Tyr stepped into the shop, his eyes narrowing at the sight of bold colors and fine fabrics draped across the displays.

The place had an exotic feel, with intricate patterns stitched into long coats and tunics hanging from the walls.

His gaze swept over the options—most of them extravagant, layered with ornate belts and dark cloaks.

One jacket, in particular, caught his eye.

It was a loose-fitting dark robe that flowed down his body.

Its deep hood almost cast a shadow over his face, and it had silver accents along the edges.

The black pants were tight at the hips and extended to be baggy near the knees before tightening back up near the ankles.

The sleeves were long, giving him a sense of freedom in his movement.

Overall, the look gave him a calm yet slightly intimidating look.

'This should do,' he thought, purchasing the item and stepping out.

By that time, it had nearly reached noon.

'I slept for a while... guess that's a consequence of being on a ship for so long,' Tyr mused, looking up at the sky and realizing that the sun was high up, nearly at the center.

Seeing this, he decided it was time to head to the Bruther Clan household.

He sheathed his spear on his back and began his short journey, asking for directions along the way.

It didn't take long for him to arrive outside the iron gates of a fairly large estate.

Inside was a futuristic-looking building of only one story.

'Huh...' Tyr mused, noticing how the house looked drastically different from the older-style mansions around the area.

'A weird world this is...' He said, chuckling to himself.

The house was made of steel and glass, with glowing neon pink and green lights radiating through the lined seams of each wall and pillar.

It was wide, with a circular courtyard and several beasts roaming around out front.

'Stone beasts?' Tyr thought to himself, seeing as the beasts were tall humanoid creatures made of circular boulders.

'Scan.'

????Status????

Name: Stone Golem

Age: 5 Years

Power Level: 180

Rank: Sentinel

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'Jeez...' Tyr's eyes darted around, 'Around ten of them... I should be able to handle myself.'

He walked to the entrance gate, where he was met by a colorful spark that accessed his body.

As soon as it made contact with the note in Tyr's pocket, it jumped forward and led the young man toward the estate.

'That's some advanced tech.'

When Tyr arrived at the front doors, which were wide open and showcasing a broad and luxurious interior, he was met by two guards.

They wore iron helmets and basic clothing.

Their left hands remained still at their sides as their right hands rested on the hilts of their sheathed blades.

'Scan.' Tyr furrowed his eyebrows.

????Status????

Name: Malcos Kroe

Age: 37 Years

Power Level: 210

Rank: Expert

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????Status????

Name: Damein Smeeth

Age: 40 Years

Power Level: 212

Rank: Expert

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'Both over 200?' Tyr's eyes glanced up at the entire mansion, 'I'm walking into a lion's den here...'

Tyr heard a growl from Rudra.

'Good thing tigers are stronger than lions.'

For a moment, Tyr paused, and then he said internally, 'That's cringe.'

'Wha-! H-hey! I was on your side!' Rudra exclaimed, broken out of his edgy shell.

Tyr chuckled to himself before stepping forward.

"Welcome to the estate, Tyr Evolion." One of the guards spoke with a loud tone as both of them turned to face each other.

'So they know who I am.' Tyr immediately assumed, raising his guard a bit.

"Please, come inside." The two guards spoke in unison, welcoming him with their hand gestures.