Adam sat on his seat awkwardly, gng around to the other Vin family members. Bovin had forced him to stay for lunch, and had called for his family, from his wife to his extended family.

  A pair of suspicious gres fell across the Half Elf, one from a strongly built Iyrman. She was tall, and slightly youhan Adam. She had short dark hair, and carried at her side ahe Vin family on. The Iyrman beside her looked simir, though was slightly thinner, and shorter, though only due to his hunched shoulders.

  “Hello,” Adam said, nodding his head to the pair of them.

  The woman ignored him, making her way to aable, dragging away the meek Iyrmen beside her.

  “Do not mind them,” Bovin said. “They are still upset I had given up my pce as Elder Wrath.”

  “Is that something to be upset about?”

  “To some, and to others, no.” Bovin shrugged his shoulders. “There are times you must listen to your heart and not your mind.”

  “Yeah, I get that.” Adam smiled. He hadn’t expected Bovin to be so approachable.

  “The business you mentioned previously…” Bovin began, staring down at his bottle of fruit wine. “Do you also io train Iyrmen?”

  “Yeah,” Adam replied, simply. He decided against replying cheekily.

  “Why does the Iyr need you to train our warriors?”

  “Not something I’ve said, not something I will say,” Adam replied, sipping some of the fruit wine from his own bottle. “In the same way I don’t put words in your mouth, don’t put words in mine.”

  Bovin smiled. “I did not mean it like that.” He sipped his fruit wine. “Yrowth was arming to the Great Elders. Your e to the Rot family gave you your life, and your usefulo the Iyr kept it.”

  “Thanks?”

  “You were able to als up so many beside you as Experts, and you have mao assist even that boy, Nobby, into a after only a few months.”

  “A?”

  “Jurot became a once he gaihe ability to resist the elements with his rage.”

  “Ah,” Adam said, nodding his head. ‘Level Three. Damn, Nobby really did Level Up quick.’

  “Would you be willing to take my grandson, Bavin?” Bovin’s eyes met Adam’s.

  “After you rejected me?” Adam smirked.

  “My grandson is too meek. He was not born with a great body to fight the same way I fight, but he did not give up on our way. As Elder Wrath, I had to remairal. I could only meet my family once a month at most, and so could not look after his growth. I just want him to bee an Expert. Nothing more, nothing less.”

  Adam wonders if he should. It seemed like throwing dirt on the Iyr’s face if he was to do something like that, and he had so mu his pte too.

  ‘But,’ he thought, ‘what if I could train the weakest Iyrmen in the Iyr and make them into Experts quickly? Wouldn’t that be a way to gain some guards for my business, and to help the Iyr out? Most important, it would allow me to keep a good retionship with the Iyr.’

  “Okay,” Adam finally said.

  “What is the payment?”

  “Usually, I look after the family, and then I lo the orain for at least five years for half the price of being a typical Expert until I recoup the cost that is used to traihough, since he’s an Iyrman…”

  Bovin was a little fused at first, but uood Adam’s point by the time he was done. “I will speak with him.”

  Adam sipped his fruit wine slowly, thinking about how his system worked. It appeared to be the case that as long as they were nearby, and even slightly helped, the XP would be divided among everyone. So if he, Jurot, another Expert, and two younglings went out to advehen they’d be able to Level Up quickly.

  ‘I’ve gained about fifty thousand, but an Expert only requires about a fifth of that. So that means I really only o take them out for one year of adventuring if I’m being slow…’

  “I will not allow it! I will not allow my twin brother to be taught by a stranger!” It was the young Iyrman who had gred at him.

  “It is his choiake,” Bovin admonished. “Adam is ner. He may be no Iyrman, but he is a Nephew of the Rot family.”

  The young Iyrman looked to Adam, her eyes narrowed. “So you’re Unrivalled Uhe Heavens?”

  Adam winced. “I’m Adam Fateson, Nephew of the Rot family.”

  “Is it true?”

  “Is what true?”

  “You mao defeat your Uncle and Aunt one by one?” Her eyes remained focused on him, pierg him with her gre.

  Adam cleared his throat. “I was able to defeat three of them over the course of two days, yes.”

  “Three in two days? They were each Experts at least?” She looked trandfather to firm.

  Bovin nodded his head. He had heard the matter, and it had given him reason to take ahantom.

  “I heard it was because you held such a great on.”

  “A on I made,” Adam said, before quickly adding, “with the Iyr’s assistance.”

  “You ented the on?”

  “Yes.”

  “A greater enhanced on?”

  “Yes.”

  “I am Lavin, daughter of Lovin,” the young Iyrman said.

  Adam felt it. The ti the back of his nebsp;

  “Adam Fateson,” Lavin said, gring down at him, g her fists as she took a powerful stance above him. “Let us marry.”

  Adam stared at the cy bottle in his hand. He could feel the looks of all the Vin family members. Before him was the previous Elder Wrath, who could apparently eve Jarot, who was the only oo have beaten Adam in this life, as well as a rge number of Iyrmen.

  ‘How I get out of this with my life?’ Adam thought.

  He could feel Bovin’s gaze across his skin. Normally, he would have refused, siherwise a crazy old man would have probably killed him fetting too close to his granddaughter. However, was Bovin the kind that wanted Adam to join his family? Not long ago, Bovin had wanted him dead, there was no doubt about that, but now he had entrusted Adam his grandson, but did he also want to entrust his granddaughter.

  Adam was strong, and Bovin was an Iyrman.

  The young Half Elf swallowed. He iece of fish before a murder of hungry crows. “I appreciate the offer, but I must refuse,” Adam eventually dared to say. “I am currently married to my business.”

  Lavin huffed. “Then you are a stranger and I will not allow you to train my brother!”

  “Bavin?” Bovin asked. “Do you wish to train to bee an Expert?”

  The young Iyrman fell into thought for a long moment. “Yes,” he eventually said, his voice quiet. He stared down, avoiding his twin sister’s eyes. She had always looked after him, but this time, he o escape from her grasp to do what he o, alone.

  “It is his choiake,” Bovin said, watg as Lavin stood, st off. “Where are you going?”

  “I’m going to train!” Lavin dared to shout back at her grandfather. She, who had once looked up to him, betrayed not once, but twice, and even now by her own twin brother.

  “Do not take it to heart,” Bovin said. “She is just hurt.”

  ‘Phew,’ Adam thought. “It’s fine. I would be hurt too if I rejected myself. What a handsome guy I am, after all.”

  Bovin smirked wide. “It is your misfortuo have denied my granddaughter. You would have been weled into the Iyr with open arms if you had joihe previous Elder Wrath’s family.”

  “I’ll be weled into the Iyr one day. Perhaps it will be when my brother bees Diamond Rank, or when my Cousin bees Elder Peace, or when my sister beats everyone up for bullying me.”

  The Vin family uood why Bovin had been so suspicious of the young man.

  Bovin, oher hand, wondered if Adam was truly Jarot’s grandson.

  Ohey had eaten, grilled fish and skewers of roasted vegetables brushed with butter, Adam said his goodbyes.

  “Take Bavin with you,” Bovin said. “He should introduce himself to your panions.”

  “Alright,” Adam said, looking back to Bovin.

  The Iyrman was still hunched over, avoiding Adam’s gaze. He wasn’t like most Iyrmen he had met. Even the children of the Iyr were utterly fearless, and to think that the previous Elder Wrath’s grandson avoided his gaze, it made Adam’s heart squirm.

  As they trekked back to the shared family estate, Adam decided against making small talk with the young man. He supposed there was o put any pressure on him with that sort of nonsense.

  ‘He’ll probably feel more fortable around other Iyrmen,’ he thought. As they tio walk back, Adam couldn’t help but feel he knew Bavin from before, or at the least he had seen the Iyrman before.

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