Family Meeting. Remember the Kindness

As soon as his father finished speaking, a middle-aged woman's anxious voice sounded from the room.

"Hubby, where are we going to live after the house is sold?

"How are we going to continue our lives in the future?"

Moss could tell that it was his mother speaking.

In just two sentences, Moss arrived at the room where the voice came from. His parents were in the kitchen.

At this moment, the door of the kitchen was ajar. Moss could smell the faint fragrance of food wafting out from the outside.

His father continued to speak.

"I'll think of something. I can go and beg people or borrow money. There will always be a way out, but I can't let Moss become a Knight like me and be a city guard for the rest of his life."

There was a deep sense of exhaustion and helplessness in his father's tone. This caused Moss to feel a wave of tightness in his chest.

In his previous life, he had suffered a lot as an orphan. Only after he came to this world did he feel the warmth from having parents.

Now, to obtain a promising future for himself, his parents even thought about selling their only property.

Moss felt a pang of heartache, thinking about the hardships they had gone through for most of their lives and the risk of not having a permanent home when they reached middle age.

Moss could not bear to listen to this conversation anymore. He reached out and pushed open the kitchen door.

Creak.

The sound of the kitchen door being opened made the two people inside look toward the door.

Moss's parents were sitting at the dining table. There was a steaming hot dinner on the table. They were shocked to see Moss appear.

Moss's father was a dignified middle-aged man. Because of the hot weather, he was wearing a white t-shirt with gauze wrapped faintly under it.

His mother was wearing a printed apron. She looked very gentle. Although years of hard work had caused her to have fine lines at the corners of her eyes, it was not difficult to see that she must have been a beauty when she was younger.

Moss ignored his parents' surprise. He walked straight to the dining table and spoke his thoughts to the two of them:

"Dad, Mom, I heard what you said earlier. The house cannot be sold!"

Moss originally wanted to say that he had already obtained a Class Change Scroll. However, he saw his father put away his surprised expression before he could say anything. Moss frowned and had a dignified expression on his face, no longer looking as tired as when he had heard the news outside the door.

Moss's father did not blame his son for eavesdropping. It was clear that what Moss would do after learning about this was more important.

"Moss! There's no need for you to worry about this problem. You need to study hard!"

It was evident that he did not want to continue the conversation.

Moss still wanted to speak, but his father's stubbornness was even more than his.

Seeing that he still wanted to refute, Moss' father waved his hand and said, "There's no need to say anything else!

"I understand what you want to say, but Moss, you have to know that this matter concerns the rest of your life. Although our family is not rich, I can't let you follow my path! I have high hopes for you."

Moss was interrupted twice. Looking at the determination in his father's eyes, helplessness filled his heart.

His father had been a member of the City Defense Team and fought against Magical Beasts all his life. This trained his stubborn character and caused him to develop a stubborn temper. Once he made up his mind, he wouldn't be easily persuaded to turn back.

Moss thought for a moment, but he did not say anything else. He took out the Wine Mage Class Change Scroll that he had obtained and placed it on the dining table.

Facts were more convincing than words most of the time.

Moss's actions directly shattered his father's posture of being the head of the family, causing cracks to appear on his dignified expression.

"Moss, what is this?" Moss's mother, who had not spoken since Moss's arrival, asked in confusion.

"This is a Wine Mage Class Change Scroll," Moss answered truthfully.

His mother shook her head. It was evident that this was not the answer she wanted. Then, she revealed her true thoughts.

"That's not what I meant. You didn't encounter any danger in getting this, right?"

Moss saw the worry in his mother's eyes, and his heart softened.

A valuable Class Change Scroll was placed in front of his parents. His mother did not bother about the origin of the scroll but was worried about his safety, foremost.

If there were anything that he could not bear to part with after two lifetimes, it would not be money or a class, but the sincere family love in front of him.

Moss' father reacted after a short moment of surprise. He frowned even more and turned to look at Moss.

Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were filled with inquiries and worry.

Moss didn't want his parents to worry, so he didn't keep them guessing. He directly revealed the answer.

"My teacher, Aisha, gave this to me. She said that her family doesn't use it."

Moss' parents were delighted when they heard the teacher's name. They had heard a lot about Aisha's care for Moss.

If anyone was willing to provide Moss with a Class Change Scroll, the teacher charge must be one of them.

They were not worried that Moss would lie. The value of a Class Change Scroll was not cheap, and no one would be willing to give this scroll to Moss for no apparent reason.

Moss's calm expression also made them believe that Moss was not lying to them. Even though the origin of the scroll was clear, Moss's mother had a new concern.

"Didn't Miss Aisha only start working not too long ago? A Class Change Scroll is not cheap. How can we accept her help for something as expensive as this?"

A Class Change Scroll was a solution to their family's urgent need. It could save their family's future. Moss' parents had initially planned to sell their house for the sake of purchasing the scroll. They would be very reluctant to give it up.

But this scroll must have cost a lot for the person who helped them. If it caused trouble in Aisha's life, they would not feel good in accepting her assistance.

As Moss's mother spoke, she looked at Moss's father. It was apparent that she wanted him to decide how to deal with this scroll.

When Moss saw his father being questioned by his mother, he closed his eyes and fell silent for a while. Then, he let out a "Hmm" sound as if he was thinking.

Moss rarely saw his father hesitate. As a member of the City Defense Team that had been fighting against Magical Beasts all year round, he was always in a hurry and did not like to delay anything. This was perhaps the first time Moss's memory that he had faced his father's hesitation.

Not long after, Moss saw his father open his eyes. His expression regained its dignity and even had a hint of seriousness.

"Moss!"

Moss looked at his father. He knew that it must be a serious matter when the other party spoke in such a manner.

"You must remember the kindness of your teacher. Whenever she needs help, you must lend a hand no matter how great the difficulty is. Do you understand?"

Moss showed a severe expression. He naturally knew that he must repay Aisha's favor and did not need his father to remind him about this. He would forever treasure Aisha's kindness in his heart.

He answered without any hesitation, "I understand, Dad."

Moss's father nodded. He seemed to be very satisfied with his son's reply.

Moss realized that the imposing aura that his father gathered had entirely disappeared instantly.

His father's figure seemed to have become much smaller.

"Alright, sit down and eat. We'll have a good talk later."

Moss obediently sat in front of the dining table and put away the scroll. The family ate their meal in silence.

After the meal, Moss's mother washed the dishes while Moss followed his father to the study room. The two of them sat on both sides of a coffee table.

After a moment of silence, Moss' father showed a struggling expression. He then let out a long sigh and said bitterly, "Moss, I'm sorry. This time, I dragged you down. If it weren't for your teacher Aisha, you would have no choice but to be a Knight like me."

Moss looked at his father in surprise. He did not expect this father would say such a thing.