After a long moment of silence, the hot-blooded emotions surging through Lukas's veins gradually settled down.
The burning excitement that had momentarily filled his heart slowly faded, allowing his thoughts to regain their usual clarity.
It was only then that the way he looked at the Vice Head subtly changed.
This old fellow....
He's something else.
Not only was he incomparably powerful...
He also possessed an extraordinary gift with words.
With nothing more than a calm explanation and a few carefully chosen sentences, he had managed to ignite a blazing fire within Lukas's heart.
It wasn't forced.
Nor was it exaggerated.
It had happened naturally.
Lukas had never considered himself someone who was easily influenced by emotional speeches.
On the contrary, he always believed himself to be a fairly rational person.
Yet...
For those brief moments...
Even he had found himself genuinely stirred by the Vice Head's vision.
Creating a bloodline...
