Elder Maxson の小説・ストーリー

High Elder Ben pushes his way past me and into the room as he chimes, “Well, let’s finish getting packed.” Jimmy quietly sits on the floor and watches everything unfold. As he opens his mouth, High Elder Ben smiles at him and extends his hand. “Hello, Jimmy. It is so nice to finally get to meet you. I’m High Elder Ben. We have spoken before via mind link. Recently, you have had the privilege of talking with our son, Max, too.”

The Marshall family had naturally never heard of Lucas' name before. "Can you really cure my father?" asked Casen. Lucas smiled calmly and said, "Of course." Seeing Lucas so confident, Casen and the others were shocked. “Haha.” Suddenly, an extremely disdainful sneer rang in Lucas' ears. "It's the First Elder." Lucas followed the voice and saw a middle-aged man a few years older than Casen walking over. "You said that you can cure the injury of the Patriarch. Should we believe you?" The First Elder of the Marshall family looked at Lucas mockingly.

She was only worried about Charlie, who was acting as the witness, and she was worried that Charlie’s identity would be leaked. Eliam had grown up in the Harker family and was a descendant of a martial arts family. In addition, Lord Harker had watched him grow up. He had a completely trustworthy character, so he would definitely be tight-lipped about the matter today.

the man in the black robe? Elmer nodded in agreement. He sat against the cold wall, sighed dejectedly, and gazed into the distance, his eyes filled with thoughts and sadness. Elmer's low voice rang out: "I only found out about this a few months ago. Kayler and I were patrolling the woods when we came across some monsters. Kayler stopped me from attacking them because he noticed two people approaching the monsters. Harem and my father were there. Kayler and I were both shocked and terrified when we discovered that my father was the one who had devised the experiment. All my feelings were in chaos at that time, and I didn't believe he could do such crazy things. We have no idea how to deal wit

"What?! CAN'T YOU WARN ME? HELLOOO, I'M A STRANGER?!" He frowned, "I stopped." "I-" "Is everything all right here?" I stopped and turn around, seeing an old man with white hair but no wrinkles. "Mr. Sanders." Adam greeted him politely. He pulled me by my elbow and put me in front of him, "This is her." "Uhh who is he?" I asked, taking a step back. "This is Mr. Sanders, former head of D.A.C" "Emily." The old man smiled before hugging me tightly.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

I asked. “Enough!” The second-oldest Elder stood up. He glared daggers at me as he approached me, but I stood with my head up. Elder Matt, I knew him too well. He joined hands with Beta Dexter to sell off one of my father's lands after his death. He had automatically added himself to my blacklist and won't be spared either.

Their eyes became wide as they looked at their son, as if they had just realize he was standing in front of them. " what is this mutt doing here? I thought he would be dead by now." Elias's father said and to tell you the truth I felt like killing him right then and there. Max was trying to take over, but I had to get him under control because knowing him, they would be dead before Elias got the answers he needed. Plus, I didn't want to witness him eating them so I'll pass on that one.

Elder two's eyes were bloodshot as he walked out of the mercenary camp, after losing his only son, the only thing that consumed his heart was hatred, the reason why he had worked so hard and made a lot of contributions to the undead was because his son would someday become the leader but after Karl had been killed, Elder two no longer cared about the fate of the undead, the only thought that filled his heart was revenge, he wanted Daera dead and there was only one person that could make it happen. As Elder two made his way through the woods, he had no idea that someone was quietly following him. ****

But for someone else, unless you knew every detail it could be quite possible. “No, but I think you know who it is.” Cara silently nodded, everything was pointing to Max. The strange conversations they had between one another, the telephone calls in another language and the familiar accent. “Max,” “Mr Charleston.” He nodded in agreement. “I saw him today. I heard his conversation.” Agent Carter sat back in the chair. “What did he say?” “I...I didn’t understand, it was in another language. But he was agitated when he saw me in the corridor.”