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"Alright, it's settled then," Hel said, patting Pisman's shoulder before turning to leave the study.
Pisman watched Hel's departing figure and let out a soft sigh. He got up and walked to the window, gazing at the starry night sky outside, his eyes filled with worry.
The next morning, the Fat One woke up early. After washing up, he headed to the training ground, ready to start a day of training.
"Fat One, you don't need to train today. Come with me," Hel's voice came from behind him, interrupting his thoughts.
The Fat One turned around and saw Hel and Pisman walking side by side, followed by several Royal Guards leading three tall steeds.
" Teacher Hel, where are we going?" the Fat One asked in confusion.
"To meet someone," Hel replied as he mounted his horse.
The Fat One and Pisman followed suit, and the group left the training ground, galloping towards the outskirts of the city.
Along the way, the Fat One kept guessing the purpose of their trip. Hel and Pisman remained silent, simply riding forward in silence.
They rode through dense forests and over rugged mountain paths until they finally arrived at a valley just as the sun was setting.
"This is it," Hel said as he dismounted, pointing towards the depths of the valley. "The Hermit lives in there."
The Fat One looked up and saw mist swirling within the valley, where a few thatched cottages could be faintly seen, creating an exceptionally tranquil atmosphere.
"Let's go," Hel said, leading the way into the valley.
The Fat Man and Pisman followed closely behind as the group passed through the mist and arrived in front of a thatched cottage.
Hel stepped forward and knocked on the door. After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing an elderly man with graying hair, dressed in coarse linen garments.
"Who are you? What brings you here?" The old man asked, looking at Hel and the others with a neutral tone.
"Hello, sir. We have come to seek your guidance on some questions," Hel replied respectfully as he took a step closer.
"Seek guidance?" The old man squinted slightly, sizing up Hel. "What do you wish to inquire about?" His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, as if he could see into one's soul.
Hel took a deep breath and explained their purpose for coming, detailing their questions about "blood inheritance" and the condition of Pifu.
After listening, the old man fell silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Come in." He then turned and walked into the cottage.
Hel and the others exchanged glances before following the old man inside.
The interior of the cottage was very simple, containing only a wooden bed, a table, and a few chairs; nothing else was present.
The old man gestured for Hel and the others to sit down, then retrieved a ceramic jar from a wooden shelf behind him and poured several cups of clear water, handing them out to Hel and the others.
"Please have some tea," the old man said as he sat down in a chair.
Hel took the cup of water, thanked him, and gently took a sip.
"What you refer to as 'blood inheritance' is indeed a very ancient and powerful force," the old man began slowly. "But this power is also fraught with danger; if not controlled properly, it can backfire."
"Is there any way to control it?" Pifu couldn't help but ask. He had always been curious about his heritage and the 'blood inheritance,' and now that he had the chance to learn more, he was eager not to miss it.
The old man glanced at Pifu and said slowly, "To control 'blood inheritance,' you must first understand it—its origins, its powers, and its weaknesses."
"How can we come to understand it?" the chubby one also asked eagerly.
"I can tell you everything about 'blood inheritance,'" the old man said, looking at both the chubby one and Pifu. "However, you must agree to one condition."
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