Those black horses were indeed, not your average horse. With a dragon horn on their head...they carried a dragon bloodline!
A draconic horse was their species name.
It was one of the fastest and strongest beasts suitable to pull a magic carriage. But with its scarce number, only a monster like the Walter Family and those from the 7 great mafia families could afford it.
Once the two horses heard the whistle command, they let out a fire breath before their silver scales glinted. The scales quickly grew in numbers, covering the horses from head to toes.
In just a few seconds, the black horses became silver horses with dragon scales.
But the most astonishing was that the horses suddenly looked transparent under the silver scales until one couldn't see them anymore.
Even the reins used to connect them with the carriage also vanished.
In reality, those scales didn't make the horses invisible but just distorted the sunlight, making it seem like they're invisible.
Along with the horse's disappearance, the black carriage similarly glinted and slowly vanished from one's sight.
The guards around the carriage mounting their aerial and land beasts also erased their presence. Even when one could see them, it was as if they're not there. No one noticed these 15 guards at all.
"Done, young master." The young man sitting next to the boy flashed a smile, but his smile seemed a bit eerie when one couldn't see his face under the hoodie.
"Mmm. Good job." The boy, Finley Walter, ignored the eerie young man and looked at a young woman in black robe across him instead.
The loose black robe completely hid the young woman's figure. One could only see her striking pink hair poking out of her hoodie.
"Clara. Make sure we don't speed up and leave the white carriage behind. No matter how fast we are, make sure we are slower than the white carriage in front."
Finley casually asked the young woman before shifting his gaze to the young man sitting next to the young woman.
But this young man didn't seem that young because he's someone around 40 already.
"What is it, son? You need my help too?" The middle-aged man with a handsome youthful face sent a cold gaze at the boy, either intentionally or unintentionally.
But from the boy's understanding of the man, he knew that the man didn't purposely act cold.
"Nothing, dad. You can just sit down and let me take care of you." Finley let out a laugh, but he couldn't continue his laughter after seeing a death glare from another three people donning a maroon robe.
Ah, actually only one of them glared at him.
These three people, one sat next to Evan, one sat next to the black-robed young man, and the other one sat right next to the pink-haired young woman.
The one next to the pink-haired young woman seemed to be a woman as well.
"Tch. Look at them, dad. Your Abyssal Trinity is so cruel they glare at your beloved son."
Finley clicked his tongue as he ignored the dead glare because his own people also started to look at the maroon-robed trio with a cold gaze as well.
Even though one of his people was outside to be a coachman, Finley didn't seem to mind the number difference.
Seeing one of his Abyssal Trinity glared at his son, Evan could only shake his head.
"You rascal. They're just sulking because you treat your dad like this." Evan shrugged. He then looked at the two people sitting on the same couch as his and shook his head.
"Calm down. That rascal is just so unruly."
"Yeah, so much so that I want to drill his head." A rough voice sounded from the maroon-robed person sitting next to Evan. He looked at Finley's bright smile with a frown on his forehead.
Which mafia family heir would treat their father as casual as this one heretic? The strict tradition in a mafia family made a father and their children's relationship to be formal.
No one would see something as ridiculous as a son teasing his dad in your daily mafia family.
The Walter Family just broke this unspoken tradition when this crazy young master grew up.
As one of Evan's closest attendants, the middle-aged man with a rough voice had been watching Finley's growth ever since the boy was just a baby.
8 years passed by, and he was still astonished at the boy's extraordinary development.
As a family member, he should be proud of the boy, but the boy seemed to be wild and mischievous.
God knows how Evan allowed this boy to go outside of the mansion when he's just 5. And so many other rules were broken for the sake of this boy.
As a conservative man, the middle-aged person didn't like this troublemaker boy and wished he could educate him a little…
But the other two maroon-robed people inside the carriage didn't seem to share the same idea.
"Aww, Lil Fin, you're already so strong to say you will take care of your dad, huh?" The middle-aged woman sitting next to the pink-haired youth almost pounce on Finley if not for Evan's death glare.
Even the man sitting on the same couch as Finley also nodded.
"The young master is indeed getting stronger and stronger. Our family will continue to thrive."
"Hmph. Of course! Who do you think our young master is?" The eerie young man in a black robe harrumphed arrogantly and was about to continue when their coachman's voice rang through the black bead in the carriage.
"Young master, a high-ranked monster attacks the white carriage in front of us!"
Hearing this, Finley instantly jumped to his feet.
Ain is in danger!
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