Reincarnated as a Red Dragon, Discipline Makes Me Stronger!

Chapter 92: The Changes in Molmo’s Body!

The next evening.

Molmo arrived at Osse’s home as scheduled.

Osse was part of the Kakadores family, and their abode was located in the deepest part of Bohr village.

In order to reach the Kakadores’ family’s home, one would have to go through a dense layer of woods to reach it.

This was intentional. After all, the Kakadores were a proud bunch, and thus, they wanted as little contact as possible with the other villagers of Bohr Village.

Molmo passed through a patch of thorns and looked at a pitch-black ancient mansion not far away.

The mansion belonged to the Kakadores clan.

Initially, Molmo was rather surprised by the mansion’s appearance.

Speaking of which, this was his first time seeing the Kakadores’ abode.

Back when his father was in power, he had always prohibited himself and the any other villager from stepping foot into the Kakadores’ territory.

Although on the surface, the Kakadores’ family was a part of Bohr Village, in reality, they operated more like an independent region.

Other than the old village chief, everyone else had treated the Kakadores’ residence as a forbidden zone.

Even if they were to head out, the villagers of Bohr Village would keep a tight lip regarding the Kakadores’ bloodline to any outsiders they meet.

Crack.

Entranced by the Kakadores’ majestic mansion, Molmo did not notice that he had stepped upon a withered branch.

The crisp sound had shattered the eerie silence surrounding the courtyard.

In the next moment, a cold and deadly glint flashed passed Molmo!

It was extremely fast!

It had happened in an instant, and it had almost struck Molmo at his neck!

Had it actually struck him, Molmo, who was but an ordinary person, would undoubtedly die on the spot.

That incomparably cold glint Molmo witnessed made him shudder in his boots. He dared not turn his head, even though he was well aware that there was someone right behind him.

“Who are you?”

A young voice came from behind Molmo.

Molmo hesitated for a moment before deciding to turn around to face the person behind him.

It was a young man in his early twenties. He still looked green around the edges.

At this moment, this young man held up a gleaming blade and held it against Molmo’s neck.

Should the young man apply even the slightest pressure upon the blade, Molmo would undoubtedly start bleeding.

“I’m following Mr. Osse’s orders. He told me to come here tonight.”

Once the realization had dawned upon him, the young man hurriedly returned his sword back to his scabbard that was hanging around his waist.

“So you’re the person father was referring to.”

The young man’s words had made known his relationship to Osse.

He was actually Osse’s son!

Molmo was a little surprised.

‘As expected, heroes were raised since young. Although my child is around this young man’s age, be it in terms of combat ability or behavior, my child loses on all fronts!’

“Mr. Osse told you about me?”

Molmo quickly asked.

The young man nodded.

“He did. He said that you were a fool who had lost his mind for the sake of revenge.”

Upon hearing Osse’s evaluation of him, Molmo’s lips curled into a bitter smile.

However, Osse was not mistaken. Even Molmo himself was aware of this, despite knowing how reckless he was acting.

Dragons were fearsome creatures.

They held power, immense power.

How could he, a plebian who did not possess any mana, hope to go against the Red Dragon that had killed his father?

More likely than not, he did not even register as a threat in the dragon’s eyes.

Despite this, Molmo wanted to exact revenge on Max, regardless of the price he had to pay.

Even Molmo was surprised. It was only after his father’s death that Molmo realized how much his father meant to him, regardless of how poorly he had been treated.

Thus, whenever Molmo recalled the loss of his father, he would subconsciously clench his fists in a sudden bout of anger.

“Follow me. Father told me to bring you to him.”

The young man’s expression was very indifferent. Although he understood the Molmo’s plight, he did not seem sympathetic in the slightest.

The young man turned around and walked towards the mansion.

Molmo hurriedly followed.

The light reflected upon the moon had shone on a small puddle, and it had revealed Molmo’s current appearance to himself.

He was in a sorry state, and his hair was a rat’s nest.

He looked haggard and slovenly.

‘If I were to be thrown to a random corner of the street, I would probably be mistaken as a beggar, wouldn’t I?’

Molmo chuckled bitterly.

After taking one last glance at his appearance, Molmo shook his head helplessly and carried onward.

He made up his mind and followed after the young man towards the direction of the mansion.

Molmo was unsure whether he was overthinking it, but the air around the Kakadores’ mansion felt different from the air in Bohr Village.

Although he could not put a finger on what exactly felt off, it filled Molmo’s fatigued body with a sense of relaxation he had not felt in a long time.

It was as if all the pores on his body had opened up, and they were greedily gobbling in the air around him.

Molmo subconsciously closed his eyes and immersed himself in the strange sensation.

The young man who was leading Molmo seemed to have also sensed that something was wrong with Molmo. He turned his head to look at Molmo, only to find that Molmo had stopped in the courtyard.

His eyes were closed, and his hands slowly opened, as if he wanted to bathe in the moonlight.

Completely unbeknownst to Molmo, countless elemental spirits were rapidly gathering around him.

At this moment, Molmo was like a bright lamp in the dark night. Mana was converging around him!

However, this was only gathering phase.

Although Molmo could gather mana, he did not know how to absorb it into his body nor did he know how to control it.

As a result, the elementals slowly dissipated.

‘It seems that father is right. This guy named Molmo indeed has the ability to sense mana.’

‘It’s a pity that he’s too old. Had he realized his talent earlier, perhaps he would have already become a Platinum Rank mage.’

The young man muttered to himself when he saw Molmo’s expression.

He did not disturb Molmo and watched from the sidelines.