Not Every Protagonist Has a Mother—Please Follow and Vote!

Not Every Protagonist Has a Mother. Please Follow and Vote!

"Mm, this is a matter of great importance. I'll need to report it to the main hall."

Inside the Spirit Hall Branch of Suotuo City, after Bishop Suotuo heard Chen Hong's account, he could not help but fall into deep thought. The exact scale of the Soul Guidance Mithril Ore Vein was still unknown, but even if the information proved doubtful, the mere existence of Soul Guidance Mithril, a metal used for Soul Tools, would be enough to benefit the entire Spirit Hall Branch of Suotuo City.

Thus, after careful consideration, Bishop Suotuo decided to follow the Chen father and son's suggestion and proceed with caution. He would first report the matter to Spirit City. Once Spirit City sent representatives, the local forces of the Heaven Dou Empire, and even the Sect Forces, would no longer dare openly contend with Spirit Hall for ownership of the ore vein.

"You've done well. I'm also willing to believe your intelligence. It will take around a week for headquarters to send representatives. During that time, I hope you can stay in the city. First, to ensure your safety, and second, to prevent the information from leaking."

Bishop Suotuo first praised the Chen father and son for their contribution before making his request for their soft confinement.

However, Bishop Suotuo had no intention of forcibly restricting their freedom. He merely used the word "hope" to express his request.

Spirit Hall was a massive organization and did not lack a little Soul Guidance Mithril. There was no reason for Bishop Suotuo to entertain such brainless thoughts as you already have a death wish. This was also why Chen Hong had been willing to report the news of the Soul Guidance Mithril to Spirit Hall.

"Understood, Bishop. I'll make sure to keep my son in line during this time."

Upon hearing Bishop Suotuo's request, Chen Lin hurriedly agreed with utmost respect.

Bishop Suotuo merely smiled faintly at the father and son. "All right, you may leave."

He was not worried that anything would happen with Chen Hong. In his eyes, the boy had always been very clever, as well as very mischievous. Bishop Suotuo would sooner believe Chen Lin had a hole in his brain and would leak the information than believe Chen Hong would cause any trouble.

Based on the reports from the Field Team of Spirit Masters under his command, Bishop Suotuo held rather high expectations for Chen Hong's future. Though the boy's Innate Soul Power was not particularly high, Spirit Hall had never lacked talented Spirit Masters, had it? Take that fellow Yu Xiaogang, for example. He had merely compiled the books collected by the various sects and Spirit Hall itself over thousands of years, then published them, and gained the respect of people across the entire Douluo Continent.

Though Bishop Suotuo could vaguely sense something fishy about it, Yu Xiaogang's reputation remained quite good throughout most regions of the Douluo Continent. That was beyond doubt. At the very least, Yu Xiaogang had, to some extent, shattered the barriers to martial soul cultivation that the Sect Forces had always sought to maintain.

And now, Bishop Suotuo held a measure of expectation for Chen Hong, this lovable boy.

He had seen many clever boys, and even more mischievous ones. But a mischievous and clever boy? Looking back over half his life, Bishop Suotuo found such people exceedingly rare.

Cleverness bred wisdom, wisdom bred reason, and too much reason led to a cold disposition. Chen Hong, who was neither servile nor overbearing, warm and lively, and possessed a child's natural innocence, was undoubtedly a very interesting child in Bishop Suotuo's eyes. Especially with that bizarre side effect of Chen Hong's soul skill, which made Bishop Suotuo find the boy rather amusing.

The Chen father and son left the Spirit Hall Branch and returned to Chen's Blacksmith Shop in the Workshop District.

"Go see your mother. Stay over at her place tonight. I hammer iron here every day—it's too noisy."

After returning to Chen's Blacksmith Shop, Chen Lin sat down in a chair, accepted the tea offered by an apprentice, took a sip, and said to Chen Hong, "Of course, if you want to come forge iron for me, I won't object. But let me make this clear first: you'd be doing it voluntarily. I won't pay you wages."

The apprentice who had served Chen Lin tea and was about to leave felt his eyelid twitch slightly. Master Chen really is as stingy as the rumors say. He's even that stingy with his own son!

"Old man! Don't you think you're getting more and more outrageous?" Chen Hong accepted the tea from the apprentice and thanked him. Then, upon hearing Chen Lin's "capitalist declaration," his little face darkened as he protested, "Believe it or not, I'll go complain to my mom and have her pound you!"

"Oh? You brat! Listen to the things you say every day! You say I'm getting more outrageous? Ugly people always make trouble, yet you have no self-awareness at all!"

Chen Lin poured himself another cup of tea and slowly refuted Chen Hong.

"Don't copy the way I talk!" When Chen Hong heard that phrase, "ugly people always make trouble," he realized it was exactly what he had once said about Chen Lin. He immediately felt displeased.

"I'm going to tell my mom about you right now! You slandered her most precious, adorable, handsome, and dashing son by calling him ugly!"

Chen Hong drained his tea in one gulp, then stormed out the door.

Chen Lin: "."

Apprentice: "."

The next moment, just as everyone in the Blacksmith Shop fell silent, Chen Hong came back in from outside. Under the gaze of Chen Lin and his apprentices, he picked up the little cloth bundle he had left on a stool, gave a cold snort, and walked out again without looking back.

Chen Lin: "."

Apprentices: "."

"Master Chen, do we really need to be this stingy?" An older master smith in the Blacksmith Shop asked, unable to suppress his laughter.

What they enjoyed most at Chen's Blacksmith Shop was watching Chen Lin and Chen Hong bicker. The former was a little too stubborn, while the latter was a little abnormal in the head. Whenever they heard the father and son argue, all the masters and apprentices in the shop felt as though a splash of color had suddenly been added to their dull and tedious lives.

Yet Chen Lin wore a melancholy expression as he told everyone, "You don't understand. I'm saving up a dowry for that brat!"

Meanwhile, Chen Hong left the blazing, deafeningly bustling Workshop District and slipped into the nearby Commercial District. Passing through the crowd dressed in strange outfits, he eventually arrived before a wooden pavilion that carried the faint fragrance of medicinal herbs.

Above the pavilion's entrance hung a signboard bearing four large characters: Suspended Pot Medical Center.

Chen Hong had once wondered why the protagonists in the novels he had read in his previous life were always so gloomy and cold, ready to slaughter someone's entire family at the slightest provocation.

Later, Chen Hong realized that it generally had something to do with the protagonist's family environment.

Having lived two lives, Chen Hong still could not escape the fate of often being beaten by his mother as a child. She used her iron fists to teach him to behave properly and be a good person.

When he grew up, Chen Hong discovered that not everyone had a mother.

Especially those so-called transmigrators. They had neither fathers nor mothers.

Chen Hong was different. Not only did he have one, he had a mother who ruled the household.

Ning Lu, Seven-Colored Wine Gourd, Level 49 auxiliary/battle Soul Ancestor, Clinic Master of the Suspended Pot Medical Center!

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