Carl The Npc Novels & Stories

The Lucas he knows was rational, keen, and wise. But for Lucas to ask him a foolish request, Carl could not believe it for a moment. After a moment of disbelief, Carl threw away Lucas' hand like he had been betrayed. "You bastard! Do you only think of your loved life? How about you think of what will happen to me afterward?! Do you think I can flatter and fool them like how I fool other people?" Carl wanted to yell, but restricting the loud noise in his throat, he lowered his voice at the mention of the Capital.

“I just moved into your house and this is how you welcome me? Terrible hospitality.” For the first time since I entered the room, something changed in his expression. It happened quickly. Just the smallest twitch near his lips. Like he almost smiled. “What's your name?” He asked, eyeing me suspiciously. “I'm Carl. My family owns several cotton companies. I am rich. If one day you need my help. I will do everything in my power to save you. We weird kids ought to stick together,” I replied, and stretched out my hands to shake him.

Carl yelled, angrily, and immediately the council members fell on their kneel's in fear. "Forgive us, your majesty, it won't happen again," they chorused, and Carl scoffed. "It had better not happen again," he muttered, and the council members stood up. "Now, you start with introducing yourself, before you say anything else, and don't speak unless you are asked to," Carl said. "Your majesty, I'm Lord Narciss, the Lord in charge of martial arts. May I speak," lord Narciss inquired. "You may speak Lord Narciss," Carl approved.

Carl's expression darkened, and he said angrily, "Hey, punk! Stop being so arrogant. You're just asking for trouble! You want to meet Mr. Targery? Fine. Wait and see!" Carl took out his phone and dialed a number, looking smarmy and ingratiating. A bewitching male voice came from the other end of the line, the melodic sound of musical instruments played in the background. "Who's this?" The man's voice was full of scorn and arrogance. Carl laughed and said, "It's me, Mr. Targery. It's Carl Lopez." "Carl Lopez? I remember now. What is it?" the man asked coldly.

Carl said I hummed faintly, offering a polite nod, instead of using words. But he didn't seem to bother about how I responded to him, instead he continued talking “I heard that you're a good fighter” he continued “Heard you fought several wars for this Pack, which made you the Alpha, although you're not from this Pack” I chuckled and remained unfazed “It wasn't by War alone” I said coldly Carl chuckled “It only by that, I would love to see what you got, what made Alpha Austin, blindly made a stranger an Alpha” Carl comically said

and Wait... Carl Warner.

Silvia burst into laughter and took strides toward me. “Oh, save me the act. You can’t summon the System. Come with me, Calvin, or the people around you will die. Let’s see if you can stay indifferent to that.” I could let the situation fall into that. NPCs were just code while the players were living beings—my peers. I couldn’t just stand by and watch them get murdered. After a brief hesitation, I dropped my hands, surrendering to her will. Overjoyed to tears, Silvia eagerly grabbed my arm and pulled me along while holding Kaden.

I sat down with composed grace and poured myself a glass of water. "Troy, it's been forever!" trilled Cindy Campbell, bedecked in gaudy jewelry and heavy perfume. "Word is you bailed on college. Figures, with your family's finances in the gutter. So, where have you been slumming it? Don't tell me the whispers are true, that you snagged a sugar mama to fund your lifestyle." Her taunt sparked snickers from those nearby. "I was abroad for a few years. Just got back," I replied curtly, uninterested in elaborating.

Carl said with extreme coldness, "Tell whoever that is to send my message to Samuel–I will find and kill him no matter where he hides!" "Master." Reed acted on Maverick's request to hold Carl back for half an hour. "Since the Whites have sent someone to negotiate, maybe you should meet with them," Reed cautiously said, "Let's see what they have to say." Carl sneered, "What does a dying person want?" It was either pleading for mercy or offering compensation. Mercy? Did he have any for them? Compensation? He had so much money that he was not interested in having more money.

Carl says. "You two seem very friendly. I mean I thought he was an evil tyrant or something!" I ask with an amused smile. Carl slightly laughs, "Well he does have a bit of a temper issue but he likes me. I had actually started working here as his assistant about 10 years ago and this company as well as a friendship flourished. He really is a mastermind. Long story short, we got close and became good friends. He's not really an evil man as everyone says he is or thinks he is he's just very closed off towards everyone. Plus he's also British like myself so we had a lot to bond over" Carl says. Well that makes a lot of sense.