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nTranslator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

nThe next evening.

nMolmo arrived at Osse’s home as scheduled.

nOsse was part of the Kakadores family, and their abode was located in the deepest part of Bohr village.

nIn order to reach the Kakadores’ family’s home, one would have to go through a dense layer of woods to reach it.

nThis was intentional. After all, the Kakadores were a proud bunch, and thus, they wanted as little contact as possible with the other villagers of Bohr Village.

nMolmo passed through a patch of thorns and looked at a pitch-black ancient mansion not far away.

nThe mansion belonged to the Kakadores clan.

nInitially, Molmo was rather surprised by the mansion’s appearance.

nSpeaking of which, this was his first time seeing the Kakadores’ abode.

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nBack when his father was in power, he had always prohibited himself and the any other villager from stepping foot into the Kakadores’ territory.

nAlthough on the surface, the Kakadores’ family was a part of Bohr Village, in reality, they operated more like an independent region.

nOther than the old village chief, everyone else had treated the Kakadores’ residence as a forbidden zone.

nEven if they were to head out, the villagers of Bohr Village would keep a tight lip regarding the Kakadores’ bloodline to any outsiders they meet.

nCrack.

nEntranced by the Kakadores’ majestic mansion, Molmo did not notice that he had stepped upon a withered branch.

nThe crisp sound had shattered the eerie silence surrounding the courtyard.

nIn the next moment, a cold and deadly glint flashed passed Molmo!

nIt was extremely fast!

nIt had happened in an instant, and it had almost struck Molmo at his neck!

nHad it actually struck him, Molmo, who was but an ordinary person, would undoubtedly die on the spot.

nThat incomparably cold glint Molmo witnessed made him shudder in his boots. He dared not turn his head, even though he was well aware that there was someone right behind him.

n“Who are you?”

nA young voice came from behind Molmo.

nMolmo hesitated for a moment before deciding to turn around to face the person behind him.

nIt was a young man in his early twenties. He still looked green around the edges.

nAt this moment, this young man held up a gleaming blade and held it against Molmo’s neck.

nShould the young man apply even the slightest pressure upon the blade, Molmo would undoubtedly start bleeding.

n“I’m following Mr. Osse’s orders. He told me to come here tonight.”

nOnce the realization had dawned upon him, the young man hurriedly returned his sword back to his scabbard that was hanging around his waist.

n“So you’re the person father was referring to.”

nThe young man’s words had made known his relationship to Osse.

nHe was actually Osse’s son!

nMolmo was a little surprised.

n‘As expected, heroes were raised since young. Although my child is around this young man’s age, be it in terms of combat ability or behavior, my child loses on all fronts!’

n“Mr. Osse told you about me?”

nMolmo quickly asked.

nThe young man nodded.

n“He did. He said that you were a fool who had lost his mind for the sake of revenge.”

nUpon hearing Osse’s evaluation of him, Molmo’s lips curled into a bitter smile.

nHowever, Osse was not mistaken. Even Molmo himself was aware of this, despite knowing how reckless he was acting.

nDragons were fearsome creatures.

nThey held power, immense power.

nHow could he, a plebian who did not possess any mana, hope to go against the Red Dragon that had killed his father?

nMore likely than not, he did not even register as a threat in the dragon’s eyes.

nDespite this, Molmo wanted to exact revenge on Max, regardless of the price he had to pay.

nEven Molmo was surprised. It was only after his father’s death that Molmo realized how much his father meant to him, regardless of how poorly he had been treated.

nThus, whenever Molmo recalled the loss of his father, he would subconsciously clench his fists in a sudden bout of anger.

n“Follow me. Father told me to bring you to him.”

nThe young man’s expression was very indifferent. Although he understood the Molmo’s plight, he did not seem sympathetic in the slightest.

nThe young man turned around and walked towards the mansion.

nMolmo hurriedly followed.

nThe light reflected upon the moon had shone on a small puddle, and it had revealed Molmo’s current appearance to himself.

nHe was in a sorry state, and his hair was a rat’s nest.

nHe looked haggard and slovenly.

n‘If I were to be thrown to a random corner of the street, I would probably be mistaken as a beggar, wouldn’t I?’

nMolmo chuckled bitterly.

nAfter taking one last glance at his appearance, Molmo shook his head helplessly and carried onward.

nHe made up his mind and followed after the young man towards the direction of the mansion.

nMolmo was unsure whether he was overthinking it, but the air around the Kakadores’ mansion felt different from the air in Bohr Village.

nAlthough he could not put a finger on what exactly felt off, it filled Molmo’s fatigued body with a sense of relaxation he had not felt in a long time.

nIt was as if all the pores on his body had opened up, and they were greedily gobbling in the air around him.

nMolmo subconsciously closed his eyes and immersed himself in the strange sensation.

nThe young man who was leading Molmo seemed to have also sensed that something was wrong with Molmo. He turned his head to look at Molmo, only to find that Molmo had stopped in the courtyard.

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nHis eyes were closed, and his hands slowly opened, as if he wanted to bathe in the moonlight.

nCompletely unbeknownst to Molmo, countless elemental spirits were rapidly gathering around him.

nAt this moment, Molmo was like a bright lamp in the dark night. Mana was converging around him!

nHowever, this was only gathering phase.

nAlthough Molmo could gather mana, he did not know how to absorb it into his body nor did he know how to control it.

nAs a result, the elementals slowly dissipated.

n‘It seems that father is right. This guy named Molmo indeed has the ability to sense mana.’

n‘It’s a pity that he’s too old. Had he realized his talent earlier, perhaps he would have already become a Platinum Rank mage.’

nThe young man muttered to himself when he saw Molmo’s expression.

nHe did not disturb Molmo and watched from the sidelines..

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