"Something happened, Dad? I was asleep." Travis said a little angry, but still afraid of his father.
Ashton was in a hurry and ignored the rude way the son spoke to him, this kind of thing could be solved later.
"Tell me again, what happened to you during the Annual Event." Ashton said in a serious tone.
Travis seeing the serious tone that his father was using, quickly adopted a serious posture and began to narrate what had happened. "I was buying some stuff and heard that an interesting battle was going on in the arena. Then I met with the servants and we went to see what..."
Before Travis could finish telling his story, Ashton interrupted him. "Skip the useless parts and get to the important point."
Travis understood more or less, and I still do. "As we were leaving, I felt all the hair on my body get chilled as an uncontrollable sensation of cold shone over me."
Hearing this description, Robert nodded his head accordingly, having felt the same way. This reaction did not go unnoticed by Ashton.
"I turned to look for where that feeling was coming from, but there I saw the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life." Travis said as he began to tremble, remembering those red eyes. "What I saw was a pair of demonic eyes staring at me. Those eyes that said that if I breathed wrongly, they would rip my soul out and torture me for all eternity without even hesitating."
Robert felt a chill when he remembered the same feeling a few minutes ago.
Ashton felt that they were exaggerating, it was not possible for a cultivator to achieve this strength without at least centuries of cultivation. And from what Robert had described, this cultivator seemed no more than 30 years old.
"All right, you can go back to sleep." Ashton said while ordering Travis to leave.
Travis came out of there still trembling a bit, tonight he wouldn't sleep.
"So... what do you suggest? Since you've already faced it." Ashton asked his old friend.
"Look, for the almost a hundred years of cultivation that I have, these eyes of his probably waste a lot of energy and should put a very heavy load on the body of those who use it. I don't doubt that he will be incapacitated after using a few seconds of this technique unless he has a count level cultivation. But that's impossible, as the number of Counts in our country can be counted on the fingers of a single hand." Robert said.
"You mean he can't use this technique on all of us..." Ashton said thoughtfully.
"Yes... I can't believe he'd be crazy enough to attack us here, since we'd have some cultivators to keep him busy and if he tried to come straight to me, we'd still have you to catch him while he was weakened by using his eye technique.
"Well, if what you said is true, we can do that. But I'm not gonna risk my family's life for some carelessness. I'm hiring some Golden Fox mercenaries to protect Travis and Tina." Ashton said with a deep frown.
"Are you sure about this? The price they charge.... as their names say, would be enough to buy a life-size fox-shaped gold sculpture." Robert said worried.
"But quality is guaranteed. We know that no other mercenary group would be able to hold on to someone like this man you've met. I can't let my family be in danger." Ashton responded decisively.
...
Aatrox came home quietly so he wouldn't wake anyone up. When he passed through the window of his room, Aatrox without turning up the light opened the briefcase and began to look through the papers that were inside.
Using energy in his eyes, he could clearly see what was written on the various papers. Because they were locked inside the company, they were apparently not the heaviest illegal businesses in the Price family. But seeing files where they said that Price industries controlled the price of products to try to produce an oligopoly, probably if Aatrox divulged these documents, the company's stocks would fall a lot.
He still didn't know how he was going to publicize it as efficiently as possible, so the next day he was planning to search the Internet for scandals similar to what he wanted to provoke that had already occurred in this world.
But Aatrox would not be satisfied with just the fall of the Price family shares, he wanted a complete revenge. Probably his visit the night before would make the Price family worry about their own safety, to see if they had made or hired someone to protect them, he planned to make a visit to them tomorrow, depending on how the situation was, he would act to see them desperate.
Thinking what he did during the day was satisfactory, Aatrox went to sleep.
The next day, when he woke up, the first thing he saw when he left the room were two little heads running very fast towards the living room running away from a scary woman who was screaming at them. A few seconds after the children ran away, a very strong smell of perfume came over his nose.
When Aatrox saw this scene, a small smile appeared on his face, but before he could express any kind of happiness, the scary woman's eyes turned to him and said. "Get those little demons now." She said in a cold tone of voice that Aatrox had never heard in his life. He could say she was very angry.
He went into the living room without question and saw the two children hiding behind the sofa. "Why is the mother so angry with you?" He asked as he watched the scared look the kids gave him.
"Brother... please save us. While we were bathing in Mommy's bathroom, I accidentally took a pot of perfume to see what it was like and after spending a little time in me, I gave it to Bruna and she passed it on herself as well." Bryan said scared.
"Hmm... and how much was that little bit?" Aatrox said, but before he heard their answer, he remembered the smell that had assaulted him when he left the room and instantly understood what the kids were screwed with.
"The little residue on the glass." Bruna said with a sad look.
Aatrox saw them like this and felt sorry for them, but when he remembered the frightening woman who was waiting for him to bring these little troublemakers to her, he did not hesitate and with a little energy he began to pull the children toward their mother.
When the children felt that they were being pulled by their brother, they felt desperate and tried to grab something on the way, but nothing stopped them from actually getting there.
As Aatrox was about to deliver the children, he felt the cell phone vibrating in his pocket with a notification.