Goods

Baron Iglanon was sweating buckets. 

The hair all over his body was standing at its end and his emerald eyes fell on the young man whose lifeless eyes were staring in his direction.

No matter what Baron Iglanon did, his eyes kept flicking back to the young Original.

"How about you tell us more about the Shelturion friend of yours? Why did you have to meet a member of a race that is at war with the Linaton race? Shouldn't he be your nemesis?" Nial asked calmly, his smile still as bright as before.

Baron Iglanon stiffened the moment he heard Nial's voice and a dull ache began to spread through his head. The headache grew stronger the longer he waited to answer Nial's question. The Baron groaned out in pain and he clutched his chest while his mouth foamed.