The Special Nature of Bloodlines

Charles patted Scorchflame on the head and said, "All right, wasn't it just that I left you behind in Isata all these years? From now on, I'll take you with me wherever I go. Happy now?"

Scorchflame wagged his tail excitedly.

After returning to the tower, Charles thought for a moment and asked, "Where is that boy I had you bring back when I returned?"

Scorchflame immediately remembered. "That apprentice? I threw him somewhere in the tower. He should still be alive!"

"Boss, I smelled your scent on him. Is he your illegitimate son?"

Charles reached out and flicked Scorchflame on the head, smiling. "What nonsense is going through that brain of yours?"

"He should be the descendant of one of my brothers from the family, back when I was still a mortal before becoming a wizard."

Charles shook his head.

His soul had transmigrated here, but Old Charles had already kicked the bucket by then. Delis had even devoured his soul whole.

After Charles arrived, he had neither memories of nor feelings for the family itself.

Then, after coming to Isata, he had been busy as hell.

Anything concerning the family had simply been cast to the back of his mind.

What even was family? In Charles's memories, it had never received any attention at all.

Even after making it big, he had never remembered to do anything for the family.

He chuckled and said with feeling, "That truly is fate. I never expected to meet a descendant of the family here in Isata."

Scorchflame asked, "Should I bring him over?"

Charles considered it and said, "Then bring him over for a look."

At that, Scorchflame immediately sent out the order through mental power.

Charles, meanwhile, went to the top of his tower.

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