The Universe Is Innately Just 171 Invitation Part Three

He hurriedly went back to his apartment and found a fresh-looking Wind in a purple-colored suit. Fell couldn't help but see the aura of an official when looking at his brother. He decided to mimic him and donned a black colored suit; when he looked at himself, he couldn't help but not recognize himself for a second.

The two of them left the apartment with dashing looks. They traversed the city, nightfall had arrived, and the building shined with a thousand lights. The numerous skysc.r.a.pers had turned into sharp, incandescent blades that cut through the darkness and illuminated the firmament. The cars were similar to fireflies that ran through the streets, and the whole city seemed to turn alive when darkness arrived.

After a few minutes of walk, the small group of two arrived in front of a gigantic building. Its base alone was so large that it could be considered a mansion, and the numerous flours extended toward the clouds and seemed to infinitely grow higher. Fell couldn't help but whistle as his eyes pa.s.sed through the different parts of the building; he was honestly surprised by humanity's potential at defying gravity, and couldn't help but think about the monetary resources needed to construct and manage such building.

"Them n.o.bles are filthy rich!?", exclaimed Wind while lowering the pair of cheap sungla.s.ses he was wearing.

Fell nodded silently and stepped in toward the entrance of the building. Wind followed suit, and several other guests were also in the midst of stepping inside of the domain of the n.o.bles. The guests around them were dressed in suits and dresses that were worth nearly the same price as an apartment in the city. If that amount of money was taken to the Core, it would be enough to cause ma.s.s murder and infighting between the citizen.

But here, those tissues and dazzling ornament were signs of the guests' status. When they entered through the main, golden colored, door they noticed a soft carpet on the floor welcoming their venues. Butlers and maiden could be seen on both sides of the door, welcoming guests and verifying their invitation cards.

"Good evening, sir, may I check your invitation card?", asked a middle-aged man, who donned a butler's suit, to Fell with a polite and kind smile on his face.

Fell couldn't help but have a good impression of the honest man, and flashed his card from a pocket of his trouser. He gave it to the man, and continued walking with Wind by his side. The young official had already released his soul aura and was appearing like a dashing young man in the eyes of the Guest.

He had already been quite the man before training, but now that he had gained dozens of pounds and had solidified his confidence to the utmost. He immediately turned into a dazzling star when standing in the middle of the luxurious hall; young maiden and wives couldn't help but look twice at his direction, and even a few men couldn't help but look towards him.

"You're already drawing quite the attention, brother!", murmured Fell with a grin on his lips. His grown hairs were attached in a modest, yet elegant, ponytail that softly rested on his broad shoulders. And even with his powerful looks, the numbers of eyes marking him were far less than the overbearing Wind. But obviously, all of that was part of his plan as he was doing his best in reducing his breath and aura.

"Let's get ourselves a few drinks!", responded Wind with his eyes dancing all over the place. When he spoked about drinks, his eyes weren't exactly at the bar on the side, but on a group composed with a few maidens dressed in long robes. He flashed a charming smile towards them and pumped his chest forward before advancing with uncanny confidence in his steps.

Fell couldn't help but softly move his head to the side, but nonetheless, still followed Wind with an annoyed gaze on his youthful face. He politely nodded toward a few guests on his pa.s.sage, and they swiftly made their way toward the side of the hall where a bar had been installed.

Wind arrived first and put his elbow on the counter while slightly contracting his muscles to make his suit tighten. His lips opened, and Fell could swear that the voice that left his brother's lips wasn't his own. "Two gla.s.ses of wine!", a powerful yet calm voice escaped from his throat before he turned toward the ladies by his side and flashed a powerful smile toward them.

The illusion was so strong that one of the girls fluttered slightly and had to take a step back before leaving the group. Fell didn't know if she was smitten or cringed by his brother's actions, but he was sure that the rest of the maidens in their group had fallen under his brother's illusion.

The bartender gave Wind two gla.s.ses of flamboyant red wine while doing so; he avoided looking directly at the man in front of him. His cheeks reddened slightly, and he avoided Wind's gaze when looking at him.

"What a perverse man…", thought Fell, while he regretted giving him the cultivation crystal that contained Anzar's soul method. He grabbed Wind by the shoulder, before nodding toward the bartender and pulled Wind from the bar. At first, Wind was going to argue, but when he noticed the cold glint, sharp and deadly, that appeared in Fell's eyes. He stopped himself and quietly left himself be taken with a soft sigh.

"What a shame… My charms had grown to the point where even my brother can't resist me…", he thought in his head. He knew that had he dared say that out loud, Fell would have bashed his head straight through the marbled floor.