Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

In reflex, his body jolted up and pushed the sofa to fall on the other side. Just when he stood erect, his flying knives flew around, fifteen in number, dangerously vibrating and moving right and left.

And he got his sword and bow out, one in each hand, while a few arrows were thrown in swift moves in the air, ready to be grabbed and used at any given moment.

He was ready to fight the moment he woke up, ready to do so using his full power.

"Nice response… I'm glad you aren't lowering your guard even after getting such a win.

William narrowed his eyes while his mind started to regain its awake state fast enough.

Faces that looked blurry and unclear moments ago became clear and familiar to him.

"Old man?" William asked in doubt and with surprise, while the old patriarch had the corners of his eyes twitch when he heard his words.

"Damn brat! Isn't it enough that you are sleeping in the middle of my place! What? Did you expect me to let you have it or what?"

As the old man bellowed in such rage, the others around kept themselves silenced.

Even Berry's father had kept himself silent despite wanting to explode as well.

Just when they all returned from the hectic battle, they found William waiting for them, sleeping on the sofa while snoring loudly and daringly acting as if he owned the entire place.

Seeing this brat drove Berry's father mad again. If not for the warning words of his father before they even came to the clan, that crazy spirit master would have punched William in the face already.

He hated William's face, hated William's voice, he hated William himself!

Just seeing him made Callom recall what he did to his daughter back in the battle. In other's eyes, William did a great job in protecting their clan and the young miss.

Yet for Berry's father, this was something entirely different. In his eyes, William allowed Berry to put herself in such grave danger. In his eyes, William was such a sly youngster whose daughter should stay miles away from.

But the one who got forced awake from such deep and nice sleep didn't notice any of the weird atmosphere or Callom's exploding gazes at all.

"I was waiting for you…" William yawned, as if he didn't care about the old man's wrath. At the same time, his mind started to spin fast, while he examined the fake rage expression over the old patriarch's face.

William could easily tell that the old man was simply putting out a show, not seriously meaning anything of what he just said.

"By sleeping on my sofa? Why didn't you just hold yourself a little and go to the back rooms to sleep there?"

"I just wanted to surprise you," William chuckled, before adding in a sincere tone, "plus your sofa is comfier than any bed I ever slept over at the academy."

Hearing these words, the face of the old man twitched for a brief moment before he took a look at William's clothes.

'Indeed… The life of a porter was never easy…' he got the meaning behind William's words and knew this kid wasn't just trying to be annoying.

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"First tell me…" before even moving a single muscle, the face of William showed a serious look, "have you done it?"

pαпdα-ňᴏνêι·сóМ "Who do you think I am? Incompetent patriarch or weak spirit master?" the old man snorted before waving his hand again, "go, everything is settled."

"And the papers?"

"I got them all here," he patted on his ring before adding, "don't dream about retrieving them."

"..."

William wanted to bark again against the old patriarch, reminding him that it was him who wrote these techniques in the first place. However, when he took a glance around and saw the serious looks over the elders' faces, he decided to silently leave.

Yet just as he took a few steps, he had to stop. "Sorry but… Where is the way to these back rooms?"

"I'll lead him there," just before the old man would say anything, the butler, Lude, moved and expressed his willingness to help.

William took a glance at him and all he felt was unfathomable power. This butler wasn't a simple dude without doubt.

And for a reason, William felt he didn't belong to the clan.

"Thanks for saving the young miss," along the way to the back rooms, the butler said, "don't take any offence from the patriarch. He appreciates everything you did."

"Glad to hear," William didn't know if the butler was speaking on his own accord or if this was the arrangement of the old patriarch, "by the way, can you help me deliver a message over?"

"Sure."

"Tell the old patriarch that I'm expecting rewards for my actions."

Just as William said it, the butler coughed and stumbled in his tracks, almost on the verge of falling.

"What? Did you think I did all this out of charity?" William rolled his eyes as he felt a little enraged inside, "I expect part of the loot from this battle. Tell the old man this."

"Ahem… I'll deliver the message and see what he says… But I can't promise you anything… Ahem…" The butler tried to regain his composure in front of this troublesome kid.

He thought so high of William, yet he never expected him to be this materialistic.

Spirit masters didn't like money or worldly stuff. In their eyes, they were a distraction.

However, at least this butler and other elders in the clan would know about William's real intentions.

He wasn't after money, never was. In their eyes, he was doing all this for their young miss. But in reality, William was solely after power, just like anyone else.

But even if William knew by asking for part of the loot he'd give the wrong impression over to them, he never intended to correct such misunderstanding. He just kept his silence and walked behind the butler.

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