Chapter Fourteen: The Avenger's Crystal Ball

  "My father should have been treated as a hero, it was he who found a way to deal with the Helva Blood Spear!"

  In the dilapidated house with tightly closed doors and windows, the emaciated young man who had blocked the way continued to speak, apparently because he thought of his father, his emotions became visibly agitated.

  Yes, that's right, it's indignation.

  Because of the thin youth who blocked the road, he soon said the reason for his grief and indignation: "My father was cursed with epilepsy, and in just a few days he died unclearly. The results he exchanged his life for were immediately usurped by someone! Carlos-Wilkin! Vice President of the Lorain Republic's Institute of Magic Research! He usurped my father's achievements and put them on his own head!"

  "Even, to keep this secret, forever and ever. Carlos Wilkins also ordered someone to set fire to my home, letting my mother and sister be burned alive while they were sleeping, and I..."

  The young man with a gaunt face, who had been wearing a hooded windbreaker and speaking with his head slightly lowered, finally lifted his head completely high.

  Then, the wind cap fell off.

  Ma Long was shocked to see that the young man's head had almost no hair, and his forehead was covered with twisted red flesh, and his entire scalp was full of scars and green tumors!

  It's okay now, everyone is staying in a shabby little house where the thin young man lives, rather than on the streets.

  Otherwise, just this terrifying appearance would scare off quite a few people, wouldn't it?

  "Hah, Carlos Wilkin, you thought this would kill me, but instead it's awakened the dormant potential from my mother's bloodline."

  The emaciated young man who showed his true face to the crowd, instead of being ridiculed, continued to speak, with a fierce hatred burning in his pale green eyes.

  "Nature's blessing, the bloodline of the forest spirits." Master Druid Lycan, apparently already understood what the young man's bloodline was: "No wonder, when I just saw you, I felt a faint... natural aura."

  When he said the second half of the sentence, Master Lizard Druid paused noticeably because he had omitted an adjective before "natural breathing" - "chaotic".

  Disordered natural breath.

  No, the natural aura emanating from this child's body is not just disordered, it even has a hint of withering.

  Wilted.

  The traitor among druids, the mad destroyer of nature...

  Fortunately, this child's innate natural aura is only derived from the maternal Lin Yao bloodline, and he won't become a withered one that will give the Druids headaches.

  "Having encountered such a great misfortune, didn't you go to the police station to report it?"

  At this time, Jing quietly listened to Ma Long for a while and finally spoke again.

  In fact, although he asked such a question, Ma Long himself could guess the answer - if going to the police station to report the case was useful, this thin young man who blocked the road would not appear in front of him now.

  This question is just a opening remark made by Ma Long to lead to more questions.

  The thin youth's answer was indeed as Malong had expected. He looked at Malong and replied in a slow, low voice: "I went, so... I lost my hands."

  This answer, which was both expected and unexpected, made Ma Long's heart involuntarily skip a beat.

  Really, Ma Long had never thought that in a country named Republic, such dark things could exist.

  "It's hard to believe, isn't it?" The thin young man had taken in Malong's changing expression: "But this is indeed the truth. To survive, to avenge myself, I fled from the capital of Feniko all the way south, several times almost dying on the road, until I finally escaped to this coastal city, a full 5,900 miles away from the capital of Feniko."

  "Uh, it's hard to believe." Ma Long didn't deny his true thoughts, then he let out a sigh: "You must have suffered a lot, right?"

  "As long as I'm alive, it's not suffering..." The thin young man replied to Marlon with a popular proverb from the Republic of Luo Ling, and then smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's really ironic. If it weren't for the Heluo Empire's transoceanic bombing that made this city's slum unrecognizable, I might not have lived until now."

  Words filled with vicissitudes, seemed to infect the little fox girl Amy who was being held by Malong's hand. She moved her hand that was being grasped by Malong, and when Malong shifted his gaze towards her, she looked up at him with her sapphire-like eyes that could speak, conveying a very easy-to-understand gaze - "Help him".

  Ma Long nodded at the little fox girl and then shifted his gaze back to the boy blocking the road: "What's your name?"

  "Musa, Musa-Mein." The boy blocking the road said his own name.

  "Hmm, so Musa, why did you choose to reveal your family's grudge to us?" Malong asked directly, he didn't think that such a big family feud would be something that Musa-Mayin would casually mention to just anyone.

  "Because I saw the flyer you wrote for 'The Count of Monte Cristo'! Although it was just a fragment, this revenge story still gave me great inspiration and made me realize that to take revenge, first need to make a lot of money - a big fortune!"

  In his eyes, Musa-Meyn still burns with fierce hatred.

  "So, you found us?"

  Ma Long, I'm a bit curious, "The Count of Monte Cristo" is just a story, how could it make Musa-Mein so determined to find him?

  This Musa-Mein, having successfully escaped from the capital of Feniko and hiding in this White Sand City for thousands of miles... Marlon guessed that Musa-Mein would absolutely not be stupid enough to think that he, Marlon, was the Father Faría who helped the protagonist take revenge in "The Count of Monte Cristo".

  So the only guess that Ma Long can accept is that Musa-Mein, who is determined to take revenge, uses this method of intentionally attracting attention to intercept him, and his real goal is to find him to discuss cooperation and make money for himself.

  As for the things that make money through cooperation... Malong's line of sight, involuntarily, fell on a low-quality crystal ball held in Musa-Mein's hands.

  "Not you all, just you." Musa corrected Malong's words: "I want to cooperate with you to produce this crystal ball that will definitely be bought by many people!"

  "Please put your hand on this crystal ball."

  Musa-Mein held up a low-quality crystal ball with both hands and nodded at Malong with her chin.

  "What will happen if I put my hand on your crystal ball?"

  Ma Long, of course, had to make sure before trying. He was very sympathetic to Musa-Mein, but that didn't mean he really believed in the other party yet.

  "It will appear... it's hard to describe, I'll tell you but you may not believe me, but I guarantee it won't be dangerous!" Musa-Mayn seemed to want to describe, but he quickly chose to abandon the description and instead looked at Marlon with an extremely sincere gaze.

  "Please put your hand on this crystal ball - I swear in the name of all gods that it will be absolutely safe!"