The Master of Uradan - Chapter 93

The group passed through this market without slowing down and walked toward the mountain overlooking them. As Rohan looked in this direction, he could see over the rooftops of the small house a large building that was the tallest one in this city.

It wasn’t as incredible as the large mansion Rohan had lived in, but he could see far away from a large palace with half of it embedded inside the tall mountain. The slope of the mountain behind this building was quite sharp, but the peak was still invisible, too high in the sky.

Without the need to ask any question, Rohan knew this place was where the leader of this great clan was living. Seeing this huge building from afar even made a smile appear on the face of the young warrior.

Whatever place he was visiting, the ruling ones always wanted to show off their might with all means in their disposition. Curiously, he also had seen two clan chiefs, and both of them had the same tents as every member of their clans.

Maybe they need to show the power only came for those resting in the same area for too much time. As the leaders didn’t leave and had nothing to do every day, maybe they felt bored and thus decided to innovate their architecture. Or they simply wanted a larger area to walk over since they couldn’t leave the area.

Rohan followed at the rear of the group as he pondered about the psychology of the leaders governing an area. He almost bumped into the members in front of him who had all of the sudden stopped to move.

“Blackwolf clan chief Darias! It has already been a year since we saw each other! How are you, tell me?”

Rohan looked over the frowning members and saw a group of people standing there. There were ten of them, a group of women and men, while the one talking was probably the leader. He was also a warrior, and from the sharp sense of the young warrior, he felt he should be a rank 4 Beginner Warrior.

From the expression of this man, Rohan understood immediately he was up to no good. Darias coldly answered.

“Whitetiger clan chief Tarag, what displeasure to see you here. We’re going to see the great clan chief, don’t stand in the way like a fool.” Rohan almost felt his eyes fall from their sockets as he heard Darias.

He knew that he was in a bad mood, but it was the first time he had seen this man answer with this tone. He didn’t know this Tarag, but he knew about the Whitetiger. Rohan had previously classified this clan as the rival of the Blackwolf clan. It might be worse than what he had initially thought.

“Garrold, my friend! I see something missing there!” Tarag ignored Darias and laughed as he looked at the old man. The members of his group behind him grinned.

Seeing that the old man didn’t want to answer and that Darias began to get around them, Tarak continued. “I will crush you in a duel, Garrold, and your clan will fall in the abyss. You may have won last time, but now you are just crippled.”

The members of the Blackwolf clan didn’t react and passed by this man. Rohan followed behind them, and the moment he was going to pass near this Tarag, this one asked with a mocking voice without turning his face.

“How is your son, by the way, Darias?”

The clan chief froze. His eyes turned red. He was ready to turn around and launch a brawl when Garrold put his hand on his shoulder and whispered to his ear. “Not now chief. There’s only one person that can be his match, and it is better to keep it a secret.”

Rohan looked deeply at this middle-aged man slightly taller than himself. His straight blond hair burned by the sun was tied back. A smile of contempt and eyes of ridicule was on his face.

“What are you looking at, boy? Want me to crush you like a twig?” Tarag snapped at this foolish boy looking at him. Who does he think he is?

From the question and the reaction of Darias, Rohan didn’t have difficulties understanding what was happening. This man was without a doubt the reason for Deidros to have this mana core on the verge of destruction. He even imagined the scene as he was now sure it was indeed mana combustion.

Rohan didn’t answer the man and continued his way to catch up with the other already a few meters away. Tarag would be his opponent at some point since he would participate in the ranking. ‘I’ll cripple you then, that’s the least I can do.’

“Oi, bastard! Didn’t you hear the question of our chief! Did you pee your pants?” A man appeared in front of Rohan with a disgusting face. Unfortunately, Rohan couldn’t hide the feeling this man was bringing, and he guessed it should have been visible on his face as the man instantly became angry.

“Have you a death wish, pretty boy?” He approached with a step and put his hand on the shoulder of the boy. He was himself a rank 2 Beginner Warrior and one of the stronger of the Whitetiger clan. A duel was strictly forbidden here, but a bit of strength was enough to break this boy and teach him a lesson.

His hand fell on the frozen young man foolishly standing there. He was scared to death, it was obvious. With a sadistic smile on his face and while everyone else was looking, he put his strength on his hand. His smile gradually faded away.

He increased the amount of strength he could use and his hand was shaking as he used everything. But his smile didn’t come back. Sweat appeared on his forehead as he looked again at this young man.

He wore a calm expression and only stood there, staring back straight in his eyes. There was no pain, no fear. Just a calm expression, as if he was looking at a child playing around.

He might have done a stupid mistake. As he was thinking of a way to ease the situation, his comrades dug his grave.

“What are you doing, Guran? Crush him already!” Rohan raised an eyebrow at this sentence.

This moment didn’t escape Guran as a light shaking appeared on his hand. His hand was still on the shoulder of this man, and his mind raced faster than ever. All possible solutions appeared one after another as he pondered on how to get out of there.

He stepped back and put his shaking hand behind his back. “No, he’s just a boy. Today is a good day, and I’m in a good mood! I let you go, for now, you don’t even need to thank me! Hahaha.”

Tarag and his group looked strangely as the man awkwardly laughed while sweat flowed down from his face. Did he suddenly feel a heat stroke?

Rohan, after glancing at this man who quickly put himself to the side to clear the way, leisurely walked toward the large palace a distance away.. ‘ What a funny fellow.’