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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 146: Thinking of such thing is preposterous!

The viscount Noir, followed by his son, stopped in front of a room. The main butler of the mansion was standing near the door, and after his master gave him the order, he opened the door.

The instant they entered the room, a middle-aged man stood up from the sofa. He had been waiting for them and saluted the viscount and his son with a polite bow.

The expression of the duo of father and son on their faces fell in front of this man. The captain of the city of Blanche, a rank 6 Intermediate Warrior, had his right arm missing.

"Captain Mengua, I hope I didn't let you wait too much." The viscount took back his spirit before presenting his son. "This is Delia, my son. I think I know why you are here, so let's enter the core of the subject if you want."