High Lord Rashal was different compared to the last time Rex saw him.
Gone was his relaxed air and casual clothing; he was now fitted inside a crisp blue suit and tie that was most certainly suitable for a political figure of his standing. His ashy-blonde hair remained the same, tidy and professional, but the glistening sheen made it look more presentable than it normally was.
He must've come back from an important matter.
And from the bead of sweat trickling on his nape, it was obvious that his emotions weren't stable.
Heated for certain.
Slowly, High Lord Rashal placed both palms on the table to support his entire body. He still didn't turn to look at Rex and Alexander, as if looking at them right now would make him explode. Just a tap from his finger against the table, and the secretary moved with precision.
He pressed something on the glass wall, activating some kind of holographic mechanism.
