The Cliches were true!'
Kael thought inwardly as he stared at the scene unfolding in front of him.
While he walked around the market, trying to find a suitable Egg, 30 minutes later, his reacted, not to those big Beast Stores that sold all different kinds of Beasts Eggs, but to a roadside stall.
No, even calling it a stall was overstating it.
It was just an old man sitting cross-legged beside a worn-out cloth, displaying a few strange objects for sale.
Of course, most of those objects were useless, and no one cared about the old man and whatever he sold.
Kael's reacted to a certain object in the old man's inventory. It was a strange, reddish-white, half-a-meter-big stone with a flower-like shape.
Honestly, no matter how Kael looked at it, the thing didn't resemble an Egg at all. If it weren't for his ability, never in his wildest dreams would he be able to tell that this thing was a Beast Egg—a Beast with Dragon Bloodline at that.
'All of it really is true…
Only the old man sitting on the roadside has the true treasures!'
Kael couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
After all, once again, it was proven that all the novels he read weren't a waste. All the clichés he liked, they weren't just there for the sake of it.
They all had meaning.
They were all preparing him for this exact moment.
It was all set in stone—the Grand Plan.
Those novels weren't a waste of time but holy books that should be studied deeply.
And the novels' knowledge didn't just end there.
The moment Kael walked towards the old man, conversed with him, and was just about to pay, a sharp voice cut through the air.
Kael turned around, and his eyes fell on a young man walking toward them, dressed in an expensive-looking silk robe with golden embroidery. He had a fairly decent face, brown hair, blue eyes, and a mole on his cheek. A pair of guards walked behind him, their hands resting lightly on the hilts of their swords.
Clearly, the young man was a noble.
The old man's voice trembled as he bowed his head.
He seemed to know who this young man was.
The young man named Darian completely ignored his existence. His eyes fell on Kael and the three women behind him, and his expression gleamed in excitement.
Then, he stared at the 'stone' the old man was about to pass to Kael and—
"This looks interesting. I'll take it."
Then, his eyes fell on Kael, and his grin widened even further.
"You don't mind me taking what you wanted, do you?"
Kael raised an eyebrow.
Even a child could tell what this man wanted.
He was trying to show off his 'power' and 'status' to try and impress the three royal soldiers.
'Holy fuck, all of it is real!'
He had read about this stuff as well!
More than a few times!
A Young Master! He was actually seeing the legendary Young Master!
"My Lord, this customer was here first…"
The old man spoke, his voice trembling constantly.
Darian's expression darkened as he turned toward the old man.
His tone was filled with contempt, and as if understanding what their master wanted, one of his guards took a deliberate step forward.
The old man shrieked before he backed down.
"That's what I thought."
Darian snorted condescendingly.
"Now hand over that stone."
He ordered, but before the old man could do what he was told to—
Kael stared at the man in front of him and—
"The answer to the question you asked before—I do mind you trying to take what I wanted."
Darian still couldn't comprehend the situation, but then—
Kael spoke in a heavy voice as suddenly, his piercing blue eyes turned golden.
Screens showing Darian's and his guards' information appeared in front of him. Both guards were level 18, and while Darian was a level 16, his stats, however, were ridiculously weak for that level.
It was clear that the only reason he was at this level was because of his Bond. He didn't do any training by himself.
Kael shrugged inwardly.
Seeing his eyes suddenly change colors, Darian was taken aback. Soon, however, he snapped back.
"Do you know who you are talking to?"
"Do you have any idea who my father is!?"
Darian raised his voice.
Kael shook his head with a calm look on his face.
"But I do know who might know that."
Darian blinked, not expecting such an answer.
Unable to control herself, Aria laughed out loud. Sarah had a smile on her face as well.
His body trembled in rage.
Clearly, he didn't like Kael's answer, and Kael wasn't bothered by it.
"I am not lying, friend.
I am sure your mother knows the truth."
Then, with a concerned look on his face, he continued—
"But honestly, if she doesn't wish to tell you and you need to go around asking others who your father is,
I'd say it is better to not know.
Trust me, a mother knows best—"
Darian snapped as he extended his hand, trying to punch Kael.
Kael grabbed his hand, pulled him towards him, stepped aside, and positioned his leg right in front of Darian's.
Darian's untrained body quickly lost its balance, and the man fell to the ground. Kael, who was still holding his arm, pulled it lightly as he placed his foot on top of Darian's chest, making it impossible for him to stand up.
Darian groaned in pain, and seeing that, Kael laughed.
"Damn, it's really hard to survive out here without a father, eh?
Balance's off, weight is undistributed, punch was weak, position was wrong,
To think your body is such a big mess."
Kael picked out the faults before he shrugged with a look of sympathy.
"But I shouldn't complain too much either. After all, there is a limit to what a mother can do alone."
Then, Kael pulled Darian's hand even harder, making him scream in even more pain and—
"Tell her she can come to me if she is having too much trouble. I come from another world; I am quite open-minded when it comes to things like that."