Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Attitude

“Hahaha, don’t take it so seriously. You can’t just give a Contracted Magical Beast to someone.”

Lurans was just joking with that last remark.

“To form a contract with a Magical Beast, you need more than just a Contract Scroll—you also have to defeat it. Even if I wanted to give it to you, it wouldn’t agree.”

As far as Magical Beasts are concerned, human things like noble titles, fame, and bloodlines are all meaningless. They only recognize strength.

If you want them to agree to a Master-Servant Contract, you basically have to overpower them first.

Ronin clearly couldn’t do that.

Lurans raised his hand and patted the Thunderbolt Wind Chasing Beast on the head. The beast understood, slowly walked into its shelter, and lay down on its “bed,” its bronze bell-like eyes staring at the grandfather and grandson outside.

Ronin spread his hands, relieved. “Since when did you start telling jokes?”

For a moment there, he hadn’t known how to respond.

If he said no… well, this was a Fifth-level Magical Beast. Although its Level was equivalent to a Silver Knight, its hide was astonishingly tough. Forget a Silver Level Knight; it could even withstand attacks from an average Golden Level Knight.

If he said yes, it would be far too flashy.

All the nobles in Wushan Territory knew the Thunderbolt Wind Chasing Beast was Lurans’s mount. What would it mean if the old man now bestowed it upon a grandson who had been stripped of his inheritance rights?

How could Ronin possibly keep a low profile then?

Thankfully, Lurans was only joking.

“Grandfather, did you catch this Thunderbolt Wind Chasing Beast of yours in the Wushan mountains?” Ronin asked.

“Not exactly.”

A reminiscent glint flashed in Lurans’s eyes. “When I was young, I traveled to Mist City. There’s a Mist Mountain Range nearby. I happened to run into this fellow in those mountains.”

Speaking of his youthful experiences, the old man seemed to grow quite animated. He sat back down and told Ronin many tales of his adventures.

Ronin had assumed Lurans had used his connections to buy the Contract Scroll from some powerful Mage, but he never expected him to say he’d found the Scroll by chance in some ruins within the Mist Mountain Range.

Who would believe a story like that?

In any case, Ronin just listened.

“Marvin told me he gave you a Cloud Stepper.”

Lurans’s topic shifted back to Ronin. “That’s a mount with the blood of a Magical Beast. It’s different from ordinary warhorses; it can resonate better with a Knight’s Fighting Qi.”

“You know about an Advanced Level Knight’s Fighting Qi Armor, right? When an Advanced Level Knight envelops their mount with Fighting Qi, the integrated armor that forms is more solid than on an ordinary warhorse, its defense is stronger, and the consumption of Fighting Qi is also slightly lower.”

Ronin recalled how Sleirein of the Grey Soil Tribe had enveloped his warhorse in Fighting Qi to break through Macken’s Earth Wall, but he had only been riding an ordinary warhorse.

He really hadn’t known that warhorses with Magical Beast blood had such an effect. Rogner certainly hadn’t mentioned it when he gave it to him.

“You only awakened your Fighting Qi Spirit Seed and became a Professional Knight after you turned seventeen. Even if you work hard at your Cultivation, I’m afraid you won’t reach the Advanced Level until you’re in your thirties, just like your father.”

Lurans felt some regret about this. It would have been better if Ronin were a year or two younger; the earlier one awakens, the greater their potential.

“Therefore, you could, depending on the situation, award this Cloud Stepper to one of your subordinates, like the valiant Macken Knight. This would not only make people more loyal to you, but also put the resources in your hands to greater use.”

Lurans felt the Cloud Stepper was a bit of a waste in Ronin’s hands. But how could he know that Ronin was already an Advanced Level Knight?

If it weren’t for the fact that revealing his true strength would be inappropriate, Ronin really wanted to give the old man a little shock.

“I’ll consider it.”

Ronin listened patiently to Lurans’s guidance. To be honest, ever since his grandfather had deemed him a good-for-nothing, he had rarely offered any instruction. For him to say so much today was a rare occasion.

This was also an indirect sign that Lurans had changed his opinion of Ronin and now held expectations for him.

“By the way, Grandfather, some of the Knights in my territory don’t have any Combat Skills. I was wondering if the family could support me with some?”

“I also have two Water Attribute Mages among my subordinates. They only know two spells, the Water Gathering Skill and the Water Arrow Skill. I was wondering if you might have any relevant Magic Books here?”

Low-level Magic Books weren’t expensive, and Ronin could afford them, but based on the principle of thrift, if he could get them for free, he would.

Lurans was surprised. ’How has my grandson gathered such people under him in such a short time?’

And besides a Light Attribute Mage, he even had Water Attribute Mages.

Three Mages in a small place like Mountain Forest Town was truly a rare sight.

“These are small matters. I’ll have Mosite send you some when you leave. However, you need to be careful when screening those who surrendered. Don’t be deceived.”

Lurans added a reminder, “Also, about that ’Blazing Storm’ surname of yours… how about I find a suitable time to change it back?”

Changing the surname was originally Wiggin’s demand; changing it back was now Lurans’s.

Ronin wasn’t a fool; he naturally understood what this implied.

“Either way is fine.”

Ronin smiled. “No matter what my surname is, the blood of the Wushan Clan will always flow in my veins. My roots will always be in Wushan Castle.”

“Hahaha~”

Lurans couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Those words had made him quite happy.

For years, he had worried himself sick over the continuation of the clan, but with neither the timing, the location, nor the people on his side, sometimes he could only resign himself to fate.

To say that the current Ronin made him see hope for the clan would be a complete exaggeration. It was still far from enough.

But Lurans was still extremely pleased to see such a change in a descendant of the clan.

As the two were talking, Mosite, who had left earlier, returned. “My Lord, Young Master, Holwart informed me that the banquet over there is ready. Lady Dianey invites you to join them.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

Leaning on his cane, Lurans walked ahead along the mountain path.

Ronin hurried to catch up, offering his arm to support him (even though the old man didn’t need it at all).

“Grandfather, I discovered a special type of tree in Mountain Forest Town. I’ve named it the ’Black Iron Tree.’ It’s incredibly hard. While equipment made from it can’t compare to iron weapons and armor, it still has some defensive capability. It should be enough to arm ordinary Guards.”

“A tree like that exists?” Lurans was surprised.

“I was shocked when I first found it, too. I had the carpenters in my territory make a few pieces of equipment. Would you like to see them?”

Lurans nodded. He had seen wooden armor before, and even armor made from Vine Armor.

“Mosite, go and inform Toru later. Have him come over tomorrow to take a look. If the quality is indeed good, the First Knight Order can consider purchasing a batch.”

Ronin gave a sly chuckle. “Also, William the Carpenter in Mountain Forest Town is quite skilled. He’s made some improvements to the plow, and I’ve added a few ideas of my own. I brought a…”

“Alright, alright, we’ll look at it all tomorrow.”

Lurans chuckled. “I see what’s going on. Visiting your father was just an excuse. Your real purpose was to do business, wasn’t it?”

“I am constantly concerned about my father’s injuries!”

Ronin said with a serious expression, “It’s just that we were already preparing for the expedition against the Wilderness Tribe, so I couldn’t get away. But look, as soon as the matter with the Wilderness Tribe was resolved, I rushed right over.”

Lurans grunted in acknowledgment. “Although Wiggin’s attitude toward you isn’t very good, he is still your father. That fellow does have the clan in his heart; he’s just too foolish and easily influenced by outsiders.”

His tone was full of melancholy. He too had disliked Wiggin in the past, but he was his only son. What could he do?

If anyone was to blame, it was himself for not putting his heart into raising him, focusing more of his attention on Gremes instead.

“Losing a leg in this incident has somewhat improved Wiggin’s usual hot-tempered and impatient nature. You should have a good talk with him later.”

As the head of the family, Lurans still hoped for some harmony within the household, especially between father and son.

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