Born in Blood-Chapter 444 Important People Convention

When Jargon made the sudden declaration, Liam arched both his eyebrows in confusion.

"The... who of what?"

Liam knew none by that name.

Mayor of Mount Mayhem.

And yet, Jargon spoke his moniker as though an esteemed gentleman had invited him for a feast.

Jargon attempted to speak, but stuttered as he tried to find the correct words.

Studying his thoughts, Liam realized his appearance was too terrifying.

'What is that form?!' Jargon thought, hiding the fear and panic from appearing on his face. 'I'm gonna hurl if I look at it any longer.'

'I put so much time into polishing this place…'

Jargon let out an inward sigh.

'Rude,' Liam thought. 'He's lucky I'm in a good mood.'

With his body twisting, turning and cracking all at the same time, Liam's form slowly returned back to a humanoid shape.

As humanoid as could be.

He still had four arms, claws and tentacles on his back.

But the thing with this form was that it didn't require blood to transform into.

It was his base body, but he could still alter it at will, which was a nice thing to have.

But he didn't have to stick with it anymore.

Liam felt like he could become even a magical beast!

Opposite to Expel, Admit had to work marvelously now.

And Expel must be stupidly powerful.

As Liam finally reverted back to his usual appearance, Jargon was visibly relieved.

"Thank you, my liege... forgive my rudeness, but I was just surprised by—"

"It's fine, Jargon," Liam interrupted, sitting straight. "Continue."

Jargon cleared his throat.

"The Mayor of Mount Mayhem is a powerhouse, sir. One without a country or following. He's… known to be an eccentric of some kind, but there's no record of him fighting."

Liam creased his brows.

A powerhouse that didn't fight?

How was that possible?

And what did a person like that want to do with Liam?

"He's sent a… talking owl that came to deliver an invitation. Requested your presence by name and all your monikers."

Liam raised a brow.

"All my monikers?" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝑒𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Jargon nodded.

"Young Butcher, Blood Demon, Golden-eyed Vagrant, Shadow Demon, Black Blade, Reaper, and all the others."

Liam was genuinely surprised. He hadn't heard those nicknames in a while.

He grew pensive.

"Is the owl still here?"

Jargon nodded. "Yes, sir."

Liam nodded in response.

"Let it in. Not so fast, though. I need a few people to put this place back together."

Appearances were important!

Jargon nodded and took out a Jade.

A few moments later, a few earth elemental Zeniths entered the office and restructured it perfectly.

They suppressed their initial shock as they saw all the blood and filth there, but got to work not long after.

Eventually, the office was fully reformed.

Reclining comfortably in his cushy seat, Liam ordered for the owl to be let in.

As it entered Liam's mental wave range, Liam confirmed that it was indeed an owl.

A few shouts of annoyance belonging to a raspy, squeaky, foreign voice grew louder in the hallways of Liam's temple.

"Hmm… that's quite strange, if I say so myself," Liam uttered under his breath. "It doesn't even have a mental sphere."

It was the owl shouting curse words!

"Damn you, I'm not a toy! Stop grabbing my feathers like I'm some sort of doll!"

"What's with you people?!"

Several curse words later, the owl stumbled into Liam's office floor, hectically shutting the door behind him with a free wing.

The owl took deep breaths as he held the door shut with both wings, but there was no one on the other side.

It was just Liam and the owl.

Liam looked at the eccentric creature with assessing eyes.

The hooter was on the larger side of the spectrum.

One could call it human-sized, but calling it a midget would be more accurate.

It had fluffy, now roughed up, yellow and orange feathers, which had a lustrous glow on their own.

It had large beady black eyes, a tiny, white curved beak, and perked up little ears.

It wore a black and white tuxedo suit on its chest, the coat of which dragged behind it.

A black tophat was on its head, and a monocle on one of its eyes, giving it a gentlemanly look.

'A talking owl wearing a tuxedo and a tophat,' Liam thought. 'I've truly seen it all.'

As it saw Liam looking at him with dead eyes, the owl visibly shuddered and refined its mannerisms, adjusting its roughened feathers and tophat.

A moment later, it managed what looked like a smile.

"Esteemed sir," the owl said with an outstretched wing, another wing curved behind his back.

A respectful gesture of some kind.

"I, as a messenger of Sir Cornelius Mehro III, also known as the Mayor of Mount Mayhem, invite you to the first ever, Important People Convention!"

Silence.

A long silence.

Liam made no reaction.

And the owl felt incredibly uncomfortable, but he didn't show it.

It was such a grand announcement!

Why was there no response?!

Not even a question?!

Damn you!

But the owl obviously didn't speak his mind.

In fact, he knew who he was talking to!

The Reaper had gone quiet for a very long time.

But news of him waking up from the Self Tribulation had surfaced.

And yet, the world had never seen him come out during that time.

Now that he did, the exaggerated rumors proved only to be watered down.

The owl felt more than a little terrified of that primordial dread leaking from Liam's gaze.

The owl hated his job.

'Curse you, Cornelius! Curse you!'

***

After quite a long silence, Liam realized he was looking at the owl a little too fiercely.

There was no malice in his gaze. At least, to his knowledge.

He was just enamored by the sight of an owl wearing a tophat and suit.

He was using Spirit Sight, too, but the owl was perfectly normal.

'I still don't sense a sea of consciousness within him. I don't think he's a magical beast, either.'

Done with his scrutiny, Liam reclined on his chair, put a fist to his cheek and rested his head on it.

"What is this… Important People Convention?"