"Thank you very much, Lord Land."

Amos smiled slightly, then took a breath and spoke slowly:

"My real name is not Amos, but Yakus Mien."

"Mien?"

"Yes, Mien, the surname of a marquis in the Laine Kingdom.

As for me, I was originally a member of that clan."

"It seems what you want to say is a sad story."

"Yes, indeed very sad, leaving me unable to move past it."

Amos, or rather Yakus, began to tell his story.

He, Yakus Mien, was once a scion of the Mien Clan.

His mother was the third wife of the then Marquis Mien.

Life was originally quite happy and fulfilling, but no one expected that the healthy Marquis Mien would suddenly die suddenly.

The entire clan fell into chaos during that time.

Mien Clan's tradition was different from the usual nobility's, not favoring primogeniture for noble titles, but rather worshipping the strong, only the most outstanding child could inherit the title.

At that time, several of Marquis Mien's children were too young, the oldest being only ten, and Yakus the youngest was only six, with talents yet to show.

Yet, the mothers of the heirs began forming alliances, fighting each other to the death.

Among them, Mien's first lady was originally a noblewoman, her influence far surpassing others; she quickly gathered her forces, and launched an attack against the other two heirs!

That night, a great fire burned down the villa where Yakus had always lived; a large number of troops stormed in, killing the servants and guards in the house. Just as they were about to attack the mother and child...

An advanced warrior from the Golden Knight Order, originally belonging to Marquis Mien, appeared just in time to save the mother and son, but this warrior did not stay with them for long.

He only escorted them away from the domain before returning.

Yakus's mother led Yakus far away, settling in a remote town.

Originally, they only wanted to live a peaceful life.

However, as the wife of a marquis, Yakus's mother's beauty was self-evident, and during the year of settling, she was frequently harassed.

This was bearable, until that one day...

Yakus remembers.

Mother's face was filled with sadness, as night fell, she placed him inside a wooden barrel and gently said:

"Yakus, be good, stay here quietly and don't make a sound, wait until tomorrow night.

Mom has to go see Lord Baron, if I don't come back, by tomorrow night, you leave this town, go to another place, go very far, understand?"

Even though Yakus was only seven, he knew a lot; he understood what mother's words meant, he wanted to hold mother's hand and ask her to stay.

But he didn't, he knew if mother said so, it must be a last resort.

So he obediently followed mother's instruction, staying put.

No one came to find him during this time, and by the next night, mother had not returned.

Yakus did not immediately leave as mother instructed, but waited another day!

But the result did not change!

Mother never appeared to give him the comfort he yearned for.

With no choice, he left the town, knowing mother most likely was dead, at the hands of Lord Baron...

He was powerless, but a fire burned fiercely in his heart at that moment, a fire called revenge.

Raised in a marquis household, he knew the power of adventurers and casters.

He swore he would become a powerful caster in the future, avenge his mother, and take revenge on the clan and the baron.

So he ran continuously, ran and ran, eating grass and chewing trees when hungry, drinking water, until he arrived at a small town in Haisen Kingdom.

Using the name Amos, he lived like a little beggar.

But he was not a beggar after all, he was a marquis's son, smart from a young age, literate, he quickly found his opportunity, becoming an assistant to a caster.

In this position, he displayed his talent and was noticed by the caster, granted the qualification to learn magic.

Yakus thought he would soon soar high.

But reality cruelly slapped him once more, he... turned out to be a congenital magic power depletion.

What is congenital magic power depletion?

These people, aside from the inherent spiritual magic power they were born with, cannot enhance their spirit or magic power through meditation methods.

Since birth, they are limited in development, with only a tiny bit of spiritual power.

Using two tricks a day leaves them dizzy, how can one become a powerful caster in such conditions? How can one avenge?

The caster was disappointed in him, but still treated him fairly.

Yakus did not despair because of this, he took the money from the caster and found a martial arts hall, practicing whenever he had a break.

He planned to transform, become a warrior!

But the gods played another joke on him, his bones were naturally a bit soft, making it impossible to become a strong warrior.

He wanted to become a priest, but having learned magic, he was discarded like nothing by the priests.

He considered taking other jobs, all ending in failure.

At this time he was already fifteen, he had to face reality, and could only take up the job of a caster where he had some talent.

At least, he had the talent to research and improve some spells for profit.

But this at most let him live a little more comfortably; to avenge former enemies through this? That was pure fantasy!

Once he had thought maybe he could join the influence of a noble, rely on that noble for revenge?

But after learning some of the unspoken rules of nobility, he gave up.

For this, he lived in confusion for a long time.

Until he met those half-beastmen who came to the Magic Guild to recruit casters.

The employer was a giant dragon, and an exotic black dragon at that, which offered Yakus another path.

"So, all that you said is in hopes I help you seek revenge?"

Land heard the other's implication.

"That's right, I want to trade 200 Gold Talers for a chance for you to take action and help me avenge."

Yakus nodded, turned his neck, staring intensely at Land.

His eyes were filled with expectation, which was very different from his usual indifference.

"Yakus, you should know that a mere 200 Gold Talers is far from enough as payment to take down a noble, not to mention a marquis, even a baron won't suffice."

"If it's still not enough, I'm willing to stay and work for you until the reward is sufficient."

"Then, welcome to join, Yakus."

Land opened his dragon mouth wide, suddenly raised his forelimb, formed a fist with his paw, extending it in front of Yakus.

The enormous fist was as big as a human body.

Yakus froze for a moment, then broke into a smile, reaching out his own hand, lightly touching fists with Land's huge fist.

"It's an honor to serve you, Lord Land."

He said.

"By the way, Yakus, do you like fireworks?"

Land withdrew his paw, suddenly spoke, his tone light, filled with an indescribable malice.

"Fireworks?"

"Indeed! A grand fireworks show that will be truly unforgettable!

The location of the fireworks will be the Baron's Domain in your story, what do you think?"

"..." Yakus froze again, but quickly reacted, showing an extremely radiant smile:

"It would be my honor, Lord Land."

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