Rebirth Of The Queen Chapter 136
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Without any martial abilities, they were very weak. Because so far Wizards have only relied on Spells and Mana to fight. However, that doesn't mean that none of them have martial arts abilities. There are some magicians, but not many.
Mana and spells are inseparable units for wizards. Especially for those who are still at levels one and two.
Different from Fu Xie Lan, ever since she could use a wizard's mana, sometimes spells popped up in her mind, those spells coming from nowhere. Fu Xie Lan felt neither strange nor awkward because for some reason she felt as if she was used to these things. And that was why the girl was able to use the wizard's mana without learning the spell first.
As for the type of spell possessed by the wizard race, it was according to their tier. Because there are spells that if chanted require a very large amount of mana to be realized, so even if the spell is cast by a tier-one wizard, if they didn't have enough mana then the results will only be in vain.
"Sit down," Xue Ning shouted, shifting slightly to give Ju Xian access to join them.
Ju Xian was just a wizard, he relied on mana and spells, not physical strength. Even though he knew some basic martial arts moves, it was not enough to protect him. Very different from Clara who was a former agent.
It didn't matter whether it was close combat, or even at long range, right now it didn't matter to her.
Fu Xie Lan who saw the wound on Ju Xian's body just sighed harshly, she wanted to give a pill that could heal the wound on his body, but because the presence of a human being with them made her reluctant.
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"Forgive me in advance and also thank you," said the old man suddenly.
"I-I'm so happy," he continued again.
"Who's the real grandpa?" Xue Ning asked.
"Am I?"
"People call me Old Wu Xin," he replied curtly.
"Grandpa Wu Xin, may I ask you something?" Xue Ning asked again in a tone that was neither high nor low.
"Call me Grandpa Xin," replied the old man with a sigh.
"Why did grandpa attack us?"
"I don't have any particular reason for that. Just want to, hahaha."
"Besides, I haven't fought with anyone in a very long time," he added, laughing as if he didn't feel guilty at all.
"Living in this place is boring," he continued with a rough sigh.
"Grandpa has been living here since when?"
"You mean in that old hut?"
Xue Ning nodded.
"Hmm, maybe five years? Ah, I don't remember. You know, maybe because I'm very old."
"Who do you live with Grandpa?"
"Alone, I have no one here. My children and grandchildren, they are all in the small village of the Zu kingdom," Grandpa Xin replied with a sigh.
Xue Ning looked confused by the words of the old man, while Fu Xie Lan, the girl's eyes never left the bonfire that was burning brightly in front of her. Even so, she overheard their conversation without leaving anything behind.
"Why can't Grandpa stay with the family?" Xue Ning asked curiously.
Hearing Xue Ning's question, the old man was silent for a few minutes then suddenly stood up and walked into the hut.
But not long after, grandfather Xin reappeared from behind the hut with a piece of cloth in his hand, walked over to Xue Ning, and sat closer with the four people.
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"I don't know if telling this is something good or not, but you guys are the first humans who didn't run away after meeting me," said Grandpa Xin.
"Or do you not know who I am?" he continued.
"Whatever, I don't care anymore," he continued and it makes the faint frown on Xue Ning's forehead even more obvious.
"Did something happen to Grandpa's family?" now Fu Xie Lan asked.
"It's a very long story," Grandpa Xin replied.
The old man then recounted everything that had happened to him to everyone in the place without adding or subtracting anything.
Back then, several years before grandfather Xin lived in this forest, his family was highly respected by the villagers, he only had one child and two grandchildren and was respected wherever they went. Many villagers entrust their children to learn martial arts to grandfather Xin.
Until one day, disaster came because of his carelessness. At that time, his grandson was only seven years old, at that time he entrusted his grandson to be looked after by some of his students because he had urgent business at the town hall. While his parents and the boy's older brother were in the forest, gathering firewood and hunting.
After returning from the city hall, grandfather Xin found his grandson dead lying in front of the house with terrible injuries. Slashes and bruises filled his whole body, even some parts of the body were found to be swollen. Seeing this, made him furious. Controlled by his rage, Grandpa Xin came to the family of every disciple who was taking care of his grandson and slaughtered them without a trace.
News of the incident quickly spread, and as a result, both he and his remaining son, daughter-in-law, and grandson were condemned and expelled from the village. All the villagers petitioned that he and his family receive the death penalty from the palace.
He had tried many ways to get the villagers to listen to him, but that didn't change anything, as if to the villagers, he was a suspect who should be punished. The real victims are himself and his family
Grandfather Xin couldn't bear to see his children and grandchildren suffer because of his actions.
After feeling that all his efforts were in vain, he decided to go before the King to ask for forgiveness for his actions. He is willing to do anything as long as it doesn't involve his children and grandchildren.
The King of the Zu kingdom gave him a little leniency. He would restore his family's good name if grandfather Xin left the royal city. Isolate himself until death picks him up.
And here the old man was, living alone in the middle of the forest. But, even though he was in the middle of the forest, occasionally he could still meet some residents.
In the past he liked to fight, wherever Grandpa Xin went, there must have been a fight there. He doesn't even care who his opponent is. And that is also one of the reasons why the villagers turned against him so much when The first time he even made a mistake.
Yes, that's their version.
On the other hand, Grandpa Xin always felt that what he did was right, because he only avenged what others did to his family.
After all, he did not commit the massacre without evidence, several other his disciple testified about the treatment his grandson received.
And finally, the villagers who previously always glorified him turned to hate him because of the incident.
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