Chapter 109: Chapter109-Wait... Is My Cousin Really That Strong?

"You brat—you know absolutely nothing about how rich people live."

"Let me put it this way: the happiness of the rich is beyond your imagination!"

A helpless smile appeared on Talia’s face.

In truth, her little cousin was great in every way—except that his horizons were a bit limited. Of course, that wasn’t really his fault. After all, he had never experienced the life of the wealthy.

But that didn’t matter, because once he returned to the family tomorrow, he would get to experience the joy of being rich for himself.

Meanwhile, after hearing his cousin’s description, Caelan also showed a look of longing.

If the life of the rich was really that wonderful, then returning to the family actually sounded like a pretty good choice.

Early the next morning,

the teleportation array in Mylanne City, usually lively and bustling, had been completely sealed off.

And the ones sealing it off were none other than the Ironclad Legion.

At this very moment, the elites of the Ironclad Legion had placed the teleportation array under strict lockdown in successive layers.

Their formation was impeccably neat, and the elite armor they wore reflected a cold metallic sheen under the sunlight.

Quite a few awakeners were watching from nearby. It was their first time seeing the Ironclad Legion deploy so many elites just to lock down a teleportation array.

"Does anyone know what happened? What exactly is the Ironclad Legion doing?"

"This is way too much pomp, isn’t it? Even if the City Lord personally went out, the Ironclad Legion wouldn’t line up like this!"

"Could some major figure from the Ironclad Legion be coming to Mylanne City?"

"I can’t imagine it. I really can’t imagine it!"

"Let me tell you—my cousin is on duty today. According to him, a long-lost young master of the Ironclad Legion is coming home."

"It sounds like this long-lost young master suffered a lot over the years, and all this pomp is compensation for him!"

"My god! That long-lost young master is insanely lucky! Could it be me?!"

...

The awakeners present all voiced their envy.

Those Ironclad Legion elites—normally so lofty and untouchable—were now reduced to acting as an honor guard for that mysterious young master.

Anyone with half a brain could figure it out: this young master’s background had to be terrifyingly powerful!

Just then, the teleportation array in Mylanne City suddenly flashed with a dazzling light.

Moments later, several tall, imposing figures appeared before everyone’s eyes.

Even with so many Ironclad Legion elites in the way, quite a few awakeners still recognized who they were.

"Wait, look! That guy with the slicked-back hair—isn’t he Klein, that famous playboy from the Ironclad Legion?! He actually showed up too!"

"And Mephisto is here as well! The younger generation of the Grey family is actually gathering in Mylanne City today—this is unbelievable!"

"What do you think is going on? Why is the Grey family’s younger generation all gathered here?"

"Looks like there’s a good show to watch today. It’s probably related to that long-lost young master!"

At the outer perimeter of the teleportation array,

Klein and Mephisto stood facing each other.

They both saw a trace of curiosity in each other’s eyes.

"What kind of person do you think our cousin is? I heard he suffered quite a lot out there over the years."

"Poor guy. But no matter what, he’s still precious blood of our Grey family! It’s time for him to return to the family."

"Oh right, Klein—when we meet Cousin later, you have to properly introduce him to the Ironclad Legion and to our family."

Just then, a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes walked over.

His gaze swept over Klein and Mephisto, and then he said sternly,

"You two little brats—normally, I can’t be bothered to manage your squabbling."

"But today is an important occasion. No matter what, I will not allow you to fool around here!"

"Caelan is your cousin. You must show him enough respect. That is also one of the fine traditions of our Grey family."

At this point, the middle-aged man turned to Klein.

"Klein, you are responsible for helping Caelan integrate into our family. If you fail, then next month you won’t get even a single copper coin from me."

The moment he heard the middle-aged man speak, Klein’s face twisted in pain, as if he had put on a mask of suffering.

"My dear father, how could you be so cruel to me?"

"I know you and Uncle are very close, but I’m your beloved son!"

The middle-aged man cast Klein a cold glance.

"Enough nonsense. Do you even know what level his strength has reached now?"

Klein froze for a moment. He knew very well that his cheap cousin had never received any support from the family over the years.

Under that kind of wild, unsupported growth, reaching 2-star strength would already be pretty impressive.

Even with the noble bloodline of the Grey family, at most he might be 3-star—probably no higher.

Klein’s judgment wasn’t baseless; it was grounded in reality.

After all, among the entire younger generation of the Grey family, even with the family’s resources backing them, the vast majority had only reached the peak of 4-star. Only the very top geniuses could step into 5-star!

Klein voiced his guess, but what he got in return was the middle-aged man’s grave stare.

"Your guess is reasonable too. Caelan’s current level may not be very high."

"But I can guarantee you this—his actual combat strength is absolutely the strongest among the entire younger generation of humanity!"

The reason the middle-aged man dared to be so certain was because he had reached that conclusion through Talia, combined with battle intelligence reports.

But those judgments involved the Chosen One, so he had no intention of explaining everything clearly for now.

Still, he had to warn these spoiled little brats—under no circumstances were they to offend Caelan.

Otherwise, they would probably suffer for it badly.

Meanwhile, after hearing his father’s explanation, Klein’s face filled with confusion and disbelief.

"Father... are you serious?"

"Cousin—has his strength really reached that level?"

"He didn’t rely on the family at all, so how did he become this strong?"

The middle-aged man didn’t answer directly. Instead, he patted Klein on the shoulder with an earnest expression.

"Son, though I hate to admit it, I still hope you understand one truth."

"You also possess excellent talent, but in front of a true genius, it simply isn’t enough."

"Alright, in any case—you must treat your cousin with proper respect. Understood?"

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