"Fool, how could you do such a thing?"
In the Bonaparte family, the Great Elder was furious, scolding Desmond. Desmond, in turn, remained silent, his head bowed in fear. The Great Elder’s face turned purple with anger, his eyes wide and his beard bristling fiercely. He pointed a finger at Desmond and shouted.
"You fool! Remember, Franz is the son of the head of the Bonaparte family, not to mention that he is now the family’s genius. And you, you think you're clever, sending someone to assassinate the family's genius? Do you think Duss doesn’t know? Fool!"
Desmond, used to being arrogant, couldn't bear the fact that Franz had surpassed him. He resented Franz, feeling humiliated, so in his rage, Desmond hired an assassin to kill Franz. However, once his anger subsided, he remembered Franz's status and hurried to plead with the Great Elder. Desmond knelt down, clinging to the elder's legs.
"Grandfather, please save me. I acted out of anger. No, it was Franz who humiliated me! I don’t want to die. I still want to repay you!"
The Great Elder, massaging his temples, sat down. His son had died in battle, and now his only remaining family was this grandson. He had spoiled Desmond excessively, and though Desmond was arrogant and fond of play, he had always been filial towards his grandfather. That had been a small comfort. Watching Franz defeat Desmond so humiliatingly had made the elder want to crush Franz himself. But after the family’s assessments, he knew he couldn’t touch the boy anymore. Little did he expect that his grandson would dare to send an assassin after him. The elder sighed.
"Fine. I’ll use my old body to beg the head of the family. Hopefully, he’ll spare you for my sake. As for you, stay inside and train. Don’t cause me any more trouble."
With that, the elder swept out of the room, heading to find Duss. After all, Desmond was his only grandson—he couldn’t ignore the situation, even though he knew this was going to cost him dearly. Duss was just like his father—a cunning old fox.
"Oh, Elder, what brings you here today?"
Duss sat in his study, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at the Great Elder. For some reason, that smile sent a shiver down the elder’s spine. He bowed slightly.
"I’ve come to ask for forgiveness today. I hope the family head will show me mercy and forgive Desmond for his youthful foolishness."
"Forgiveness? What could Desmond have done wrong?"
Duss feigned surprise. The elder inwardly cursed the fox in front of him. Surprise? There wasn’t a shred of it on his face. Bitterly, the elder continued.
"Let’s not play games. Desmond sent someone to attack Franz—I’m sure the head of the family already knows. This was my grandson’s mistake. I’m willing to compensate the young master fully."
The elder carefully worded his statement, turning Desmond's assassination attempt into merely an attack. Duss, however, did not bother exposing the cover-up. Both sides knew what had really happened. Duss smiled coolly.
"So, how does the Great Elder plan to compensate?"
The elder’s heart bled. Bitterly, he replied.
"I’m willing to hand over the Medicine Hall as compensation for the young master. What do you think?"
The Medicine Hall was a family asset, but it had been under the Great Elder's control. Agreeing to hand it over was no small sacrifice, and surely it hurt deeply. But Duss shook his head.
"That won’t do. At the very least, it should be the Armory Hall and a million gold coins."
Duss was going for the kill. The Armory Hall, which produced weapons for the family, raked in huge profits annually. The Great Elder held a significant share of those profits. His face paled.
"Impossible! At most, I can offer the Medicine Hall and four hundred thousand gold coins."
…
Stepping out of the family head’s room, the Great Elder looked as though he had aged several years, his face lined with resignation. After much haggling, he had ended up handing over the Armory Hall and three hundred thousand gold coins. He sighed deeply as he walked away, his thoughts known only to himself.
Franz observed the seven bandits, searching for an opening to strike. Although he could see all seven, any attack would reveal his position, leaving him vulnerable to their counterattack. Having made his decision, Franz formed a hand sign.
"Shadow Clone Jutsu."
His shadow clone rushed at one of the bandits, while Franz formed another sign, bringing his thumb and forefinger to his lips.
"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!"
Boom!
The fireball struck the bandit head-on, turning him into a living torch.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for killing Bandit No. 7. You have been awarded 500 experience points and 70 silver coins."
"Number 7!"
The bandit beside him wasn’t slow to react, stabbing his dagger into the clone. With a pop, the clone dissipated into smoke. Franz, descending from above, struck the back of the bandit’s neck with the hilt of his dagger.
"Blunt Strike!"
"Ding, successful blunt strike."
Without pausing, Franz twisted the dagger and slashed across the bandit’s abdomen.
"Backstab!"
Chakra exploded, slicing the bandit in half, blood spraying onto Franz's deep-red chunin uniform. The bandit stared wide-eyed as his body was severed, his face expressing disbelief, regret, and a whirlwind of emotions before he took his last breath.“Ding, congratulations to the host for killing assassin number 5...”Despite the bloody scene, the remaining bandit did not panic. Two others split in different directions, daggers in hand, charging at Franz. At this point, they abandoned stealth, opting for a direct attack.Franz brought his left hand's index and middle fingers together. He shouted softly:“Lightning Shock!”Electricity surged from Franz, forming hundreds of lightning snakes that lashed out at the two approaching bandits. They couldn’t dodge in time and were instantly struck, their bodies paralyzed and unable to move.Franz gripped the hilt of Cloudfall, ready to finish them off. However, just as th
“Ouch, that hurts.”“Young Master is awake!”As soon as Franz regained consciousness, he was greeted by Emon’s tear-streaked face, his eyes red and snot running down his nose. Franz looked around. This was his room, not the magical beast forest. Right... Emon. He struggled to sit up and asked,“Emon, did you bring me back?”Emon shook his head and replied, “No, Young Master, it was a mercenary group that brought you back.”Franz looked at Emon skeptically. He remembered the figure that had shielded him—it seemed very familiar. Yes, it was clearly Emon. But now Emon was saying that a mercenary group had brought him back. What was going on?“Examine Technique.”Name: Emon Level: 4 Status: Healthy Skills: None Franz frowned. Why were there question marks for all the details? But when comparing the information wi
“The person has compensated you with 3 million gold coins. I’ll give you 1 million, and the rest is my fee for negotiating. Also, if you need equipment, you can go to the Weapon Shop to pick it up without needing approval from the elders.”Franz realized that this card was similar to a credit card on Earth. 1 million—wow, that’s a significant amount. He had become a millionaire in just a few months. Suppressing his excitement, Franz smirked and said,“200,000 for negotiating is quite a lot, don’t you think? And I don’t need the Weapon Shop right now.”Duss seemed to understand what Franz was thinking and gave a mysterious smile.“You’ll understand the usefulness of the Weapon Shop in the future; others would be eager to get in. If you don’t need the 1 million, that’s fine.”“Oh, no, I didn’t say I didn’t want it. I’ll take the 1 million.&rdqu
The golden lion crest represented the Bonaparte family, one of the four great families in the capital after the royal family. Even a common disciple from one of these four families was not someone they could touch, especially since this crest was only possessed by the direct line of the Bonaparte family.“Seize these two and take them to the dungeon.”The captain quickly changed his orders, and the soldiers surrounded and captured the two young men. But Franz raised his hand to stop them.“Wait a moment.”Saying that, he sat down and gently patted the girl's head with a kind smile.“Little sister, what’s your name?”Unexpectedly, the girl, seeing the soldiers' attitude towards Franz, immediately knelt and begged.“Sir, please save my brother. Natasha is willing to serve you as a maid for life.”Franz frowned and quickly helped Natasha up, saying,“Hold on, tell
“How is the Golden Lion Guard's strength?”Franz asked with a serious expression. Forde clasped his hands respectfully.“Sir, the Golden Lion Guard has a total of 110 members this time, including 80 swordsmen and 30 archers. Please feel free to inspect.”Franz nodded slightly. He had no doubts about the Golden Lion Guard's capabilities. Defeating a single member would be a formidable challenge. He handed Natasha, who was sleeping on his shoulder, to Forde and said,“Please carry this child for me. Be careful.”To Franz's surprise, Forde grimaced and fumbled, unsure of how to hold Natasha properly. His earlier bravery seemed to have vanished. Franz laughed softly.“Never mind, I’ll carry her myself. You go interrogate the two captives and find out where they are holding the children.”“Yes, sir.”Forde, relieved, hurried off, fearing that Franz might change his mi
At noon, the weather in Muchen’s capital wasn’t too hot, but it was still enough to make people feel a bit sluggish. On the hill, the Iron Blood Clan had no idea that the men they sent to chase Natasha had run into trouble. Their camp consisted of rows of wooden houses lined up next to each other, indicating that this place had been used by them several times before. Inside the best-preserved house, an old man wearing a purple mage robe sat with his eyes half-closed on the room’s main chair, looking like a sage who had achieved enlightenment. A moment later, a swordsman entered, crossing his arms respectfully before speaking.“Master Zeko, the people we sent out have returned.”The old man nodded and waved his hand, signaling the swordsman to leave. Zeko relished the sense of superiority. Although he was only an Advanced Mage, he still held a certain level of respect within the Iron Blood Clan. It was well-known that mages on the Lion Continent were a rare breed. Furthermore, the impe
"Good that you understand. Let me heal your injuries. Eat this, and you'll recover quickly." Saying this, he walked over to the severely injured teenagers. Their bodies were covered in wounds from head to toe. He sighed softly. These people were truly ruthless. "System, exchange for the Basic Healing Technique.""Ding! 2,000 silver has been consumed to exchange for the Basic Healing Technique.""Ding! Congratulations to the host for learning the Basic Healing Technique." Franz had originally planned to give these teenagers some basic healing medicine, but there wasn’t enough for all of them. So, he decided to exchange for the healing technique. Chakra was an incredible energy source. It could destroy an opponent's body but also heal it. In manga, using healing techniques required excellent chakra control. But for Franz, things were much simpler. All he had to do was learn it, and he could
"Sir, there's red smoke rising from the hill."*A soldier reported to Forde, who observed it and then raised his hand. "Brothers, that’s the young master's signal. Charge with me! Kill!" "Kill!" More than a hundred men suddenly sprang from the grass like savages, their bodies covered in weeds and black soot smeared across their cheeks as they rushed up the hill. The hill wasn’t very tall, so it didn’t take long for the Golden Lion Guards to reach the Iron Blood Clan’s camp. "Enemy attack!" Chaos erupted inside the camp. Some men grabbed spears without wearing armor, while others, holding bowls of rice, scrambled with arrows in hand. Truly, they were ruthless, even attacking during a meal. "Hold your ground! Everyone, stay calm! Archers to the rear, shield soldiers to the front!" The captain, a tall and burly swordsma