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The Master of Uradan

The life of the son of a nobleman was not as happy as others could think. With a loving but always away father, a mother who had forgotten about his existence, and a brother too busy learning to become the next heir, Rohan had the habit to live alone. One day, he decided he had enough and chose to live in the secondary mansion of the family, accompanied by his butler and some guards. Since his goal was to become a Warrior to follow the path of his father, he chose to train with the guards each morning when he was only 10 years old. Followed years of training, until the day to become a warrior, a mana user, had finally come. But it was only the beginning of his story, and even though it was easy to understand that he was a genius in the warrior path, life, was truly never easy. Follow the tales of Rohan, roaming a world of magic populated of many races as he learn the hard way about them all. About the darkness of the humans; the haughtiness of the elves; the greediness of the dwarves; the craziness of the orcs; the shrewdness of the goblins; the deviousness of the demons; the foolishness of all living beings. Follow his journey as he became the Master of Uradan, a world of demons that only he could go as he will, and as he become the most powerful warrior and the most terrifying wizard of the whole world. ---------------------------------------- 1 bonus chapter at the end of the week for every 50 powerstones 1 bonus chapter at the end of the month for every 10 golden tickets You can support me here: https://ko-fi.com/lekrackeen

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Chapter 73: Trouble

Inside a room of the most grandiose mansion of Blanche, the only rank 5 Beginner Warrior of the city was currently looking through the window. The sun could be seen sneaking behind white clouds strolling around. The trees of the garden were dancing under the wind. It was a peaceful sight.

"I want to know why my disciple is dead."

The deep voice almost made the most powerful men of the city jump from the shock. He hastily turned around, only to see an old man with severe eyes glaring at him. The captain of the guards took some time to ponder where he had already seen this man. He was sure to have already seen him somewhere.

But how could he appear here? The door was still closed, and no one should be able to enter without being presented by anyone. His hand slightly moved toward the pommel of his sword.

"Who are you? And how did you get there?"

He didn't know what was happening, but the man in front of him seemed to be dangerous.