Watching the strange expression on Alvin's face, Albus finally smiled. "I know your power is unrivaled, but first we have to find those things.
"Do you know when this all started?"
As he spoke, Albus's expression turned icy. "It all began the day after Greenwald decided to move that church...
"I've heard Greenwald talk about the Night Dragons, and I know who their enemies are!
"I don't believe in coincidences, so I'm going to Italy. I'll use Stark Industries' resources to speed up the church's relocation.
"Whatever those things are, they'll eventually reveal themselves. Even if I'm wrong, couldn't I still put a couple of Night Dragons on the roof of the Manor?
"They're the natural enemies of those things..."
Alvin looked at the old man Albus with admiration. He was a remarkable old man, the sort who inspired respect. Albus knew that if he asked for help, things would eventually work out.
After all, if all it took was killing something, Alvin could certainly do that!
But they still hadn't found a target, and Alvin wanted to try solving the problem his own way first, rather than relying on Alvin's power...
It was a hard-to-describe, nobleman's pride. If he messed things up, he'd be called "stubborn"...
But people who were truly capable knew when they needed to ask others for help. That way, they could ensure their family stayed ambitious while also keeping it safe!
Alvin was genuinely glad for Stark. He had Albus and Pepper to help him!
Otherwise, there was no way he could manage such a vast enterprise as Stark Industries. Compared to Norman Osborn, his business acumen was in a completely different league!
Alvin rubbed the bona fide angel on his shoulder. She might have fallen, but if the problem really was as Albus described,