"You’ll find out tonight..."
"Do you have anything to say? This might be your only chance to speak to face-to-face. If you have any treasures or items of value, present them quickly."
These words made everyone feel a bit tense.
Does this an they are about to be imprisoned?
Instinctively, they looked at the middle-aged man in front of them.
Sensing his companions’ gaze, he gritted his teeth and spoke in a deep voice.
"Honorable sir, I have information to offer! On our way, we discovered a Dragon Nest... inside are hundreds, if not thousands, of Dragon Eggs!"
Lear’s eyes lit up.
Did they truly find sothing?!
"Where is this Dragon Nest? How far is it from the Swamp?"
"A ten-day journey... It seems to be a dinsion rift, and we stumbled upon it, seeing the ground full of Dragon Eggs."
He spoke with lingering fear.
"There are over a hundred Dragons guarding the Dragon Eggs inside... Thankfully, we didn’t alert them, or we wouldn’t have survived."
"And those Dragons seem to be restricted, unable to leave the dinsion rift."
Lear’s interest was piqued.
If it were on the Main Plane, finding hundreds or thousands of Dragon Eggs at once would probably be nonsense, but in a Dinsion Plane, it might be possible.
Even Thunder Titans and Chaos Angels, such mythical beings, reside there. Is it not normal for it to house Dragons?
"Do you rember the route?"
"I don’t, but soone in our group does!"
He imdiately gestured to the back.
"Hound!"
His voice carried to the back, and soon a gaunt young man, about eighteen or nineteen years old, stepped forward.
His eyes were bright and lively, though his body resembled a withered tree, looking like it might collapse at any mont.
His head was large, looking out of place on his skinny body.
At first glance, one might wonder... just how long had he been starving to beco like this?
"Sir, Hound’s mory is extraordinary, able to accurately rember every path... Every ti we went hunting, he was the guide."
"Having him lead you will ensure no mistakes."
Upon hearing this, Lear opened the young man’s Attribute Panel with curiosity.
One glance, and his eyes imdiately brightened.
Hound
Hero Unit
[Level]: 2
[Potential]: 4 Stars
[Hero Talent]: Super Brain, capable of easily morizing, understanding, and integrating all acquired knowledge, possessing a brain activity far beyond ordinary people. However, as a cost, he needs to consu five tis the food of a normal person to satisfy his body’s needs...
My goodness, a 4-Star Hero?!
And this talent is not simple.
He took a deep look at the thin-as-a-stick teenager.
No wonder he looks like this, the power needed for his brain operation is too great, his body can’t handle it.
"Are you certain you rember the location of that Dragon Nest?"
"Your Majesty, it’s etched in my mind, I will never forget it..."
His tone was weak as if he hadn’t fully awakened, yet filled with determination.
This was everyone’s chance to live; he could not waste it.
Lear took a deep look at him.
"Hound, is that your nickna?"
The teenager froze, his voice lowered.
"Sir, it’s my na..."
He said, naturally lowering his head.
Only the most wretched of the lower class would have no na.
Compared to the Lord before him, who seed to be around his age, he felt utterly insignificant.
"Raise your head and look at ."
Hound’s frail body trembled but finally raised his head, gritting his teeth.
"Sir..."
Before him were earnest eyes.
Lear spoke slowly.
"Have you been to Lorand City?"
"I-I have, sir, a few tis..."
"Then you should know of District 11?"
"I know it, I went there with my companions... It’s a slum."
"Last year, I walked out of there."
"What?!!"
Hound and everyone behind him widened their eyes simultaneously.
The Lord possessing such formidable power ca from the slums?
It was unheard of.
It felt sowhat absurd.
"So rember, no matter where you are, never forget to look towards the horizon."
"Hope always springs from within."
Lear spoke with a calm tone.
"Hound, that should not be your na... Would you like a new one?"
The frail young man’s heart trembled, he looked up sharply, disbelief and joy written on his face.
In this world, if a lower-class citizen was granted a na by a Lord,
It ant they had caught the Lord’s eye, might even receive special training.
The one granted a na would shed their ignoble origin and start anew.
No one would dare to belittle him in the future, for his na would signify the Lord’s attention.
Hound was so thrilled he nearly cried, his face turning bright red.
"Sir, I would, I would!!!"
Lear nodded slowly.
"Very well, in the na of the Master of the Mire Swamp and Lord of Weilu City, I grant you a new na — Seric Marsh."
"Seric ans clever, wise, brave, self-sacrificing in Elvish."
"I hope you will live up to this na and contribute to Weilu City."
"Seric Marsh..."
Murmuring the na, the boy felt his soul reach new heights.
The filthy Hound scavenging the waste piles was dead; now he was Seric Marsh, nad by the great Master of the Swamp!
He dropped to one knee abruptly.
His voice brimming with endless excitent and fervor.
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