Is My Son Moke a Mutated Dragonblood Warrior?

"Ah!"

Even with the composure of a seventh-rank warrior, Luke let out a shrill, miserable scream as his wrist was crushed, his eyes filled with immense terror.

"You, what kind of monster are you?" He stared at the suddenly appeared Moke in absolute dread.

Moke kicked Luke, sending his body flying a great distance before it landed heavily: "You come to kill my father, yet you ask what kind of monster I am?"

The three people in the distance were also plunged into fear, hurriedly rushing to help Luke up.

"Father?"

"You are his son?"

With his wrist dangling limply and blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, Luke cried out in a daze.

Moke had held back his strength with that kick; otherwise, he could have split him in two.

"Moke, are you my son Moke?"

Hearing Hillman's murmur, Hogg had guessed that the golden-scaled monster before him might be his son, but he dared not be certain!

Now, hearing Moke speak, that familiar voice made his very soul tremble.

"Father, it is me." Moke turned his head to look at Hogg.

The man's face was pale; clearly, the scene just now had truly brought him to despair.

Hogg did not fear death, but he feared implicating Wharton.

"Moke, are you really little Moke?" Hogg scrutinized the golden-scaled monster before him who had just crushed a seventh-rank warrior's wrist, unable to reconcile this image with his obedient and sensible son, Moke.

"Father, you are injured." Moke silently chanted a magic incantation.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a misty white rain of light descended upon Hogg.

Enveloped by the light, Hogg felt his entire body grow warm, his damaged internal organs and fractured bones slowly knitting back together.

"This, this is a fifth-rank light magic—Healing?" Luke exclaimed from afar.

The monster before them, looking so terrifying, could actually cast light magic?

"You have some eye for talent."

Moke turned his head to look at Luke.

Unfortunately, he was only a fifth-rank mage; a fifth-rank healing spell could not instantly cure a sixth-rank warrior like Hogg.

However, even so, with a few more applications, Hogg's injuries would be completely healed within a few days.

"Moke, you, this..." Hogg's mind was in chaos.

He did not know what to say for a moment, wrapped in a multitude of complex emotions.

"Young Master Moke..." The steward Hiri was also trembling with excitement.

Hillman, from a distance, walked over as well, eyeing Moke with a look of wonder.

He even muttered under his breath: "Is this the legendary Dragonblood Warrior?"

Hillman had never seen the Dragonblood Secret Canon, so he did not know that a Dragonblood Warrior possessed cyan scales, leading him to mistakenly believe that Moke's current transformation was that of a Dragonblood Warrior.

Moke looked at Hogg's much-improved complexion and said in a deep voice: "Father, we can discuss my affairs later. For now, how do you wish to deal with them?"

"Hm?"

The four men in the distance, including Luke, felt a chill spread from their spines to the backs of their heads.

"Run!"

With a low shout, the four of them fled in four different directions with tacit understanding.

"Want to leave?"

Moke moved suddenly, appearing as if he had turned into streaks of golden afterimages.

Hogg and the others only saw golden afterimages darting across the courtyard, and then Luke and the others were screaming as they were sent flying backward.

After transforming, Moke was an extremely powerful fighter, even among ninth-rank warriors.

With these people being at most seventh-rank warriors, Moke toyed with them more easily than one would with a dog.

"Crack! Crack!"

He crushed their ankle bones directly, rendering them unable to move.

"Father."

Only then did Moke look toward Hogg, who seemed to still be in a daze.

"Oh, oh."

Hogg took a deep breath, suppressing the complex and agitated emotions in his heart.

At this moment, he finally vaguely guessed something.

Yet, Hogg was still filled with utter confusion.

"Father, Father..." Just as Hogg was about to ask something, Wharton's groggy voice drifted out from the side room.

The commotion just now had been significant; even a child in a deep sleep would have been stirred awake.

Moke's hearing was extremely sharp, and he caught the sound of little Wharton getting out of bed.

He spoke quickly, "Grandpa Hiri, go take care of little Wharton and get him back to sleep."

"Don't let him come near here."

"Understood!"

Hiri set down his longsword and hurried toward the side room where Wharton lived.

Moke began to chant an incantation, and the meager dark magic within his chest surged.

"Whoosh!"

Following his movements, a shallow black canopy instantly shrouded the courtyard.

Second-level Dark Magic—Silent Barrier!

This spell possessed no offensive power, but it could isolate sound.

A second-level Silent Barrier had a very small range, covering only a few meters, but a Saint-level Silent Barrier could shroud an entire city.

Dark mages who enjoyed slaughtering cities were particularly fond of this spell.

Although Moke primarily cultivated the Earth, Wind, Lightning, and Light elements, he had refined a small amount of magic from other elements as well, though he had yet to reach the fifth level in them.

"Light element, dark element..." Luke, his wrists and ankles crushed, wore a look of utter despair.

He knew he was finished today.

"Speak, how did you find this place?" Hogg walked over, brandishing his longsword, and held the blade against the neck of one of the men.

"If I talk, will I live?" the sixth-level warrior stammered.

Facing life and death, it was hard for him not to tremble.

"You will live."

Hogg nodded, "Whoever explains it clearly will live."

As he spoke, he separated the men and looked toward Moke.

Moke timely partitioned the dark canopy into several small, individual compartments.

This way, none of the men could hear each other's voices.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, let me go first!" The three men, excluding Luke, began to shout.

Then, they recounted how they had followed a beggar to this location.

"Father, is it true? Did Mother really help that person before?"

Moke frowned.

Hogg sighed, "Your mother helped too many people; I don't remember."

"However, what they said should be true. I did indeed kill Hall near the bridge tunnel yesterday; I didn't expect anyone to have seen it."

"It's a pity these people only know this much and aren't aware of anything more."

As Hogg spoke, he looked at Luke.

The man was a peak seventh-level warrior and could be considered one of the top experts under Duke Patterson. If anyone knew the most, it had to be Luke.

"Hmph, talk and I die, stay silent and I still die."

Luke kept his mouth shut; he didn't believe these people would be kind enough to let him go.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Caught off guard, Hogg directly decapitated the three men who had just told the truth.

"You..."

Their eyes widened, issuing a silent accusation.

They had clearly told the truth...

With the three dead, Luke's eyelids twitched, but he remained silent.

At this moment, Hogg looked at Luke: You are right, whether you speak or not, you will die today.

"So I choose not to speak," Luke sneered.

"If you speak, you will die, but your family will be able to live on."

Hogg's voice sounded as if it came from hell, sending a chill through Luke's entire body: "If you don't speak, your family will die after suffering through torture, or I will torment them for the rest of their lives. Or do you think I can't find your family?"

Luke's eyes were bloodshot and nearly bursting, but he soon slumped in defeat.

"Speak then, what exactly do you want to know? I will tell you everything."

"Who is the person behind Duke Patterson?" Hogg asked, enunciating every word.