Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 244: Fooling Master Argos’s Perception

Third Person's POV

"But I also want to witness the sheath's construction process firsthand—if you don't mind."

Argos's face twisted slightly at this condition and his brows knitted together.

"That will be… a bit difficult," he said and was clearly reluctant.

However, Ethan was undeterred. With an indifferent shrug, he countered,

"If that's the case, I might as well take my business to another weapon pavilion.

Frankly, your asking price for a mere sheath is already excessive."

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Despite his lack of actual knowledge about the artificer industry, Ethan carried himself with the arrogance of an elite young master who exuded an air of entitled superiority.

As he reached out to retrieve his saber, his expression hardened as if he had already made up his mind to walk away.

Just as expected, Master Argos instinctively tightened his grip on the weapon and shifted it out of Ethan's reach.

His hesitation was brief before he finally relented.

"Alright, I agree, Mister Eryndor," he said as he exhaled lightly.

"But only you may witness the process.

I have a reputation to uphold and allowing just anyone to observe my craft could compromise my credibility."

Ethan nodded and maintained the guise of an eager yet oblivious noble heir.

He hummed in a manner befitting someone accustomed to getting their way and gestured for the man to proceed.

With a discreet glance, he signaled the girls to wait for him.

Then without hesitation, he followed Argos, who was still engrossed in examining the saber with his fingers carefully tracing its deadly curves.

Ethan's brows furrowed slightly as he scrutinized the artificer's movements and tried to decipher his true intentions.

Since he was a three star artificer, twenty high tier elemental crystals were surely not a great amount to him, so why did he yield to him by allowing him to watch his construction process?

Ethan could assume that it was definitely not something one would casually show to a stranger.

Yet, despite his wariness, he never even considered using his bloodline spells on the man—at least, not yet.

Since Argos was a three-star master artificer, it was a given that he had reached the Crystal Formation stage.

His soul sense was likely stronger than that of an average grade-three cultivator due to his artificing expertise.

This meant that Ethan's newly learned mind spells if used recklessly, would not only backfire but would also turn the artificer into an immediate enemy.

And that was something he had no intention of provoking at the moment.

However, something about the man's demeanor unsettled him.

He has nefarious intentions toward my saber—I can feel it.

Leaving my weapon alone with him would have been a grave mistake. Who knows what he might try?

Judging by the behavior of the receptionist girl, it was clear that this man was far from virtuous.

Meanwhile, Master Argos wore a pleasant and professional expression but beneath the surface, his thoughts churned with malice.

I must teach this arrogant brat a lesson—even if he bears the Sangrial name.

Such a magnificent blade shouldn't belong to a foolish conceited child like him.

But I can't act openly… Hmm… To deal with him, I need another fool of similar standing.

A clash between two egotistical young masters would work perfectly in my favor. Hehehe…

Lost in his scheming, he seemed to have entirely forgotten the intimidation he had felt upon first locking eyes with Ethan.

The abrupt shift in his perception wasn't a natural occurrence but rather the subtle and indirect influence of Ethan's first bloodline spell: Soul Veil Manipulation.

Though Ethan hadn't actively cast the spell, he had passively warped Master Argos's judgment and implanted false impressions about him, especially ones that painted him as nothing more than a haughty brainless noble.

By the time they reached the artificer's chamber, Ethan had already confirmed his suspicions.

Master Argos turned to him with a thin smile and his tone dripped with false politeness.

"I must retrieve the necessary materials from my inner chamber. Please wait here, Mister Eryndor."

Ethan nodded but merely extended his hand in response.

The slight change in his demeanor immediately soured Argos's mood.

His expression darkened as he realized what Ethan was implying.

Reluctantly, with barely concealed displeasure, he handed the saber back before storming off into the inner chamber.

Ethan, now holding his weapon securely, let his thoughts wander.

What exactly are you plotting, Master Argos?

He extended his soul sense to follow after him, only to meet an immediate obstruction.

It was one that repelled his probing attempt with ease.\\

Hmm, is that a soul-repelling restriction? Fascinating.

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Inside the dimly lit inner chamber, Master Argos's expression turned grim, though a spark of excitement flickered in his eyes.

With hurried movements, he retrieved a small and unassuming gray stone from his spatial ring.

As for the wyvern hide, it had never been an issue as he had already possessed it in his spatial storage ring.

The claim that he needed to fetch it had been nothing more than a convenient lie for something deeper.

Placing the gray stone atop a small circular inscription etched into the stone counter, he waited patiently.

As the sigil beneath it pulsed with light, he pressed his palm over the surface and muttered an incantation.

A bright flash illuminated the room and moments later, a shimmering light screen emerged.

It displayed the image of a young man with a sharp yet sallow face.

His complexion was marred by dark circles and his forehead glistened with sweat.

His restless movements suggested he was engaged in some strenuous activity.

Though by the sounds of a woman's moans in the background, Master Argos could unmistakably judge what was happening there.

Disdain flickered in Master Argos's gaze as he observed the scene. He cleared his throat deliberately.

The young man's eyes snapped toward the screen and widened in recognition.

A sharp slapping and kicking sound rang out as the thin young man barked in irritation.

"Move, slut! I have important business to handle."