The redhead's breathing was rough and heavy, emotions danced in his eyes and seeing all this Maric got up from his seat like his zombies.
He stood in front of the old man while other zombies guarded the sides.
"Adryan calm down" he spoke seriously as he slowly approached the redhead and a layer of ice slowly began to spread from his feet moving across the floor towards the man.
The zombies that were free began to slowly block Adryan's sides, closing off his escape options as they contained him.
The man's reaction had been too abrupt, due to his numerous experiences that Maric had with beyonders this could be considered an early symptom of losing control and he could only have an idea of whatever that letter said caused this reaction, due to these reasons he decided better to act before something bigger happened.
Moving his eyes to a window near Adryan he saw how a blue-eyed blonde woman dressed in a black gothic dress appeared,her beautiful pale face was empty of emotions, appearing to be the most beautiful of dolls that any collector would pay anything to have, those blue eyes looked at the redhead with a bit of interest.
Now this was simply to suppress the redhead,if he really lost control he would have to count on Sharron to do some serious damage reduction.
"If you don't control yourself I'll have to calm you down myself and I won't be soft" he spoke raising his voice causing Adryan to take slow breaths.
Realizing that he had been carried away by his emotions, he just growled as he clenched his fists.
'Come on Adryan calm down you've been through this once, long slow breaths, One Two Three One Two Three....'
Closing his eyes, the redhead took another long, slow breath, each time the aggressiveness in which he breathed lessened until it became a soft, gentle breath.
After another few moments, the man opened his red eyes that were now calm but still kept a mist of anger behind them, he looked at Maric with his flat face empty of emotions, then he looked down, seeing the frozen floor, turning his head, he also saw the zombies that surrounded him.
Finally he returned his gaze to Maric causing the pale man to narrow his eyes alertly and slowly he prepared himself, the zombies also slowly opened their mouths showing their yellow and dirty teeth.
The tension in the room was palpable, one could even cut it with a butter knife, even the old man in the background was moving slowly towards the door trying to attract as little attention as possible but seeing the redhead staring at him made him freeze in his tracks,this made Adryan give an internal sigh.
'I let myself go again....'
Seeing what he had caused, an awkward smile formed on his face but it almost instantly turned into a sharp one as he chuckled.
"Shit, Maric, if you look at me like that, I'll think you want a piece of me~, just so you know I don't dance like that but don't worry I'm open minded and I don't judge you after all I know I'm handsome"the tone was full of provocation and mockery as he winked coquettishly at the pale Maric whose expression had broken.
But it only took him a few moments to recover and when he did that his expression turned cold and he simply shot him a look before returning to his seat to continue his card game.
Seeing Maric's reaction, Adryan let out another laugh before looking at the zombies surrounding him.
"What's up guys? Do you want a piece too?"
The zombies watching him did the same and went back to their activities looking somewhat disappointed that they couldn't eat anything.
Sharron, who was watching this drama from the window, interested, seeing that it was all over, she just closed her eyes and disappeared from the window.
Seeing that things calmed down, Adryan stopped laughing to just maintain a fake smile as he looked at the crumpled letter again before putting it away in his leather jacket.
With that done, he headed for the exit of the room but on the way he ran into the still tense old man.
Looking at the man who was looking at him with a well-concealed discomfort in his eyes, sighing internally, Adryan maintained his fake smile as he took a 5 solis note from his pocket and placed it in the pocket of the old man's shirt.
"Sorry for the trouble" the redhead apologized as he patted the shoulder of the old man who could barely hide his discomfort.
Already having enough with bothering the poor man, Adryan left the room, when the old man internally counted 5 minutes and being sure that the redhead left he sighed, finally visibly relaxing.
"I'm too old for this shit..."
Maric, listening to the man's words, just nodded internally as he shuffled his deck again.
.....
Being outside the bar and hiding in a dark alley, Adryan took all the letters out of his jacket again and read them again but this time he decided to pay more attention to each one.
The first ones were normal within the ordinary but in the third he noticed a problem that he had not paid much attention to.
A noble due to heavy upbringing in all kinds of fields always had a perfect handwriting, especially those of a high position and even more so in the case of Glaint who took the mantle of Viscount being quite young and with a very heavy load on his shoulders.
But the handwriting of the letter, despite being superior to the redhead's own, lacked the perfection of the previous ones, something that should not even be sent if the final point was thicker than it should.
If an error was noticed in a letter from someone of such a level, it was burned and rewritten, even more so taking into account the man's personality.
'Glaint is quite emotionally and mentally disturbed, compared to his first two letters several words seem slurred and his A's and L's are shaky, he needs a psychologist...'
Analyzing and diagnosing the Viscount, he already planned to send him a letter about this, but first he reread the names of the escaped policemen.
He also saw that there was a short description but with decent information about each one along with photos of them something he hadn't seen when he first read it due to the shock he got.
After reading everything again he just closed his eyes as he put the letters back into his jacket.