TRIGGERED AL III

['People that aren't Midas seed holders are here too!'] Alex exclaimed.

['As I thought. From the moment Mr. Guardian let Argus and that lady come with us, I suspected that it was going to be something of this nature.'] Xander chipped in.

['What exactly does this mean for us,?'] Lex wondered.

"So you've come, the boy from the Claus clan?" A familiar arrogant voice reached Al's ears, his ears raised a bit and a sneer appeared on his face.

['Now this bastard I wouldn't mind taking my anger out on.'] Al mentioned.

"Isn't it the so-called chosen ones," Al looked at the Midas seed carrier that had a crystal-like mallet resting on his shoulders. He had been trying to avoid Al's sight since Al arrived here. "And you, you are still a pretentious pompous prick of a Prince. Don't talk to me like you know me, son." Al started, startling most of the people here.