Chapter: 579

“Good.” Jay nodded, seeing his skeletons leave in an orderly march.

Jay watched them pass along the silent river and head into the darkened tunnel before venturing deeper into the mine. He had a proud smile on his face as he watched his soldiers carrying out their duties.

“Alright, no slacking.” he said to himself as he willed to exit the dungeon.

Jay decided to leave the bone pile in the dungeon in case any of the skeletons levelled up or needed to heal using their bone eater skill – though he knew he would have to come back at some point as the level one’s didn’t come with the recovery skill.

Still, they were only here to get him experience and possibly some more silt-wolf bones too.

Jay made his way to the guild, periodically practising his mana sense skill along the way.

As he got back to the path and walked through the rocky outcrops, he noticed more of those black guards standing outside the guild entrance.

“…Damn, more of these guys?” Jay frowned lightly as he slowed his steps; these guards made him feel like they could almost read his mind.

“I’ll have to adjust my plans.”


“Young master, please reconsider going out today. You only just woke up after what happened…” Hodley said, standing in the hallway with a concerned look.

“Ugh. Get out of my way.” Matheson pushed him to the side, ignoring him with an angry look.

Matheson had mostly recovered after being pierced by treant antlers.

His bones still felt bruised but they were mostly fine and he wanted to get back to training as quickly as possible.

It seemed that the pain during the attack was so great that he simply forgot the experience; his brain wouldn’t let him remember it.

For Matheson, that changed nothing anyway. This was just another setback.

Whether he remembered the painful experience or not, he only cared about getting stronger. He had a better grasp of the world now and knew that strength reigned – even all the political games played by men he considered cockroaches had one purpose, and that was to gather strength so they could impose their will onto others.

Similarly to Jay, he wanted freedom too, though admittedly of a different sort.

As Matheson left the gate of the mansion he noticed a black guard.

He immediately turned around and went back to grab Hodley by the collar who was still following him around begging him to rest.

“Why are the mage hunters here?” he glared at Hodley like a wolf ready to strike.

Matheson thought he wasn’t important or strong enough for his father to send a mage hunter to guard or imprison him, but neither did he think he would be exiled to Losla in the first place..

It seemed that something big had changed while he was recovering.

“A-ah, young master. I did some investigating but I shouldn’t tell you here… Please, come inside and have some tea.” Hodley let out a nervous smile.

Matheson glared at him with disdain and grunted, letting go of his collar and walking past Hodley back into the mansion.

Hodley quickly followed after.