Chapitre 394: Awakening - Part 6

Even as his voice trailed off, the strength in his grip did nothing of the sort. Oliver was left pinned in place, with that burly man standing over him, smelling of all the rich spices that nobility wore. It made Oliver want to wrinkle his nose, but he patiently waited – even he knew that Lord Blackwell was not the type of man he should make an enemy of for no reason.

Eventually, the man stirred, and his smile broadened, as he regained himself, patting Oliver on the shoulders with his heavily ringed hand. Each tap was enough to send a tremor through Oliver's body. He feared to think what the same hand might do with an axe, and more motivation.

"Well, you've done me well here, Lombard," Blackwell said, regaining his more lordly tone, as he took a step back from Oliver, but the excitement in his eyes still has not faded. "I feel myself a man who has discovered a dragon egg."