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nTranslator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

nBohr village.

nIt was one of the villages closest to the Moldos Mountain Range.

nThere were hundreds of residents living within the village. They had lived there since ancient times and they made a living by selling the specialties that came from the Snow Mountains.

nWithout a doubt, the Kakadores were the most famous family within the village as they hailed from the bloodline of the three Great Heroes.

nAlthough none of the members of the Kakadores clan held any positions within Bohr Village, they still possessed great influence and respect.

nEven the village chief had to bow down to the whims of the clan.

nAfter all, everyone within the Kakadores clan were monstrously strong.

nEven a child who had just passed his fifth birthday possessed strength that no other adult in the village could compare to.

nThey could easily lift a few hundred kilograms of stones and easily hold back the wild boars that had barged into the village.

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nIt was rumored that the Kakadores hailed from giants, and as a result, it had bestowed them with great strength.

nAt this moment, many villagers of the older generation had gathered in the village chief’s home.

nIt was not due to any emergency, but rather, it was for the sake of tradition.

nIt was the summer solstice.

nIt was the warmest time of the year.

nIt was for this reason they had gathered to discuss the future of the village.

nAlthough the Moldos Mountain Range was extremely cold, to the villagers of Bohr village, it was also a stable source of income.

nThere were all kinds of treasures waiting to be discovered within the mountain range, after all.

nFor example, the Snow Mountain Grass and Highland Flowers that were located within the mountain range could fetch a good price within most cities.

nBohr Village was not the only village that had this tradition.

nAll the villages around the Moldos Mountain Range would gather together on this day and discuss what they resources they would focus on collecting in the following year.

nAt this moment, the old village chief was looking respectfully at the middle-aged man sitting on the village chief’s seat.

nUnsurprisingly, the middle-aged man was from the Kakadores clan.

nThe middle-aged man was sitting in the village chief’s spot. However, no one questioned it. Rather, to them, it seemed like it was the the natural place for him to sit at.

nAfter all, such was the status owned by the Kakadores clan. Even if they were to head to any other village, they would still receive the same level of treatment.

nThe village chief was just about to speak when suddenly, the sound of hasty footsteps came from the door.

nImmediately after, the village chief’s door sounded.

nThe knocking was extremely hurried.

nEveryone’s attention was drawn to this sound, especially the old village chief, whose brows were tightly furrowed.

n‘Everyone who should be present are already present. Logically speaking, no one else should approach us at this time.’

n‘Could some it be some mischievous kid stirring up trouble?’

nHowever, the middle-aged man from the Kakadores family was expressionless. His eyes were tightly shut. It was as if he did not hear anything.

nThe knocking of the door was still ringing out. The old village chief impatiently walked over and opened the door.

n“Father!”

n“Something big has happened!”

nThe person who interrupted the meeting was none other than the old village chief’s son, Molmo.

n“Don’t you know that we’re having a meeting?”

n“I’ve already told you, have I not? Unless something major has occurred, you are absolutely forbidden from disturbing our meeting!”

nThe old village chief glared coldly at his son and chided.

nMolmo nodded, obviously understanding the old village chief’s words.

n“I was patrolling outside the village earlier when I ran into the footprints of a Snow Monster.”

nUpon hearing those words, laughter immediately broke out within the village chief’s house.

n“Snow Monster?”

n“Molmo, are you still a child?”

n“Even my grandson doesn’t believe in the existence of monsters!”

n“Are you drunk?!”

nMurmurs of derision and mockery arose as the old village chief frowned and questioned Molmo.

n“Son, didn’t I explicitly forbade you from drinking when you’re on patrol?”

nThe middle-aged man from the Kakadores clan opened his eyes at this moment. He raised his head and glanced at Molmo as if he had thought about something.

nMolmo frowned. ‘It seems that father is doubting my words.’

n“Everyone, the footprint is not far from our village. If you don’t believe me, then come with me to take a look.”

nThe moment Molmo’s voice subsided, the old village chief immediately gave Molmo a slap.

n“Son, we are discussing important matters right now. We don’t have time to entertain your drunk illusions!”

nMolmo received a slap for no reason, and his entire face was red with embarrassment.

nHe was already over 40 years old, and he was even the father of two children. He was a man of dignity, and yet, the old village chief had slapped him in front of half of the village.

n“Father!”

nMolmo’s voice shook!

n“I’m not drunk, and I’m not lying!”

nThinking that Molmo was still fooling around in front of him, the village chief was on the brink of exploding with anger. He was just about to teach his 40-year-old son a lesson when suddenly, the middle-aged man from the Kakadores clan stood up.

nThe man glanced at the anxious Molmo and said indifferently while stretching his back.

n“He isn’t lying. Village chief, you can rest assured.”

nUpon hearing the man’s words, the village chief was instantly convinced.

n“Since Mr. Osse has said so, then I will believe you this time.”

nThe old village chief snorted and walked to Molmo’s side.

n“What are you waiting for? Take us to see the footprints of your so-called monster!”

nMolmo frowned and clenched his fists.

n“Okay!”

n“In that case, follow me!”

nAfter grabbing the oil lamp on his sleigh, Molmo then sped off into the night.

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nThe middle-aged man named Osse from the Kakadores family followed closely behind. He did not even put on a coat.

nThe old village chief and the other elders behind him looked at each other. They did not know what to say. They quickly put on their coats, picked up their own oil lamps and quickly went after them.

nIt was late at night, and the sky was frighteningly dark.

nThe wind howled, and the heavy snow that struck their faces stung.

nThe group had been walking for about twenty minutes when suddenly, Osse stopped.

nHe stared at an empty space not far ahead. Due to the constant blizzard, it was impossible for anyone else to see what was ahead.

n“What a powerful aura.”

nMolmo stopped and turned around to say to the group behind him.

n“It’s right there. Take a look.”

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