Chapter 290: Chapter 158: Lowest-Rank Miracle Object: Omnihand (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_3
“She has passed away.”
“!!!”
Glarus felt a pang in his heart, but before he could continue to inquire, Gonnia asked, “Who are you exactly?”
“I, I’m just a lonely ghost.”
“But if you really are the daughter of Motis,” Glarus asked, “do you know a man nad Glarus?”
“…”
Gonnia’s eyes widened as she looked the disheveled old man up and down.
His hair was caked with mud, his face was covered in a beard, and his tattered clothes were marked with the traces of whipping. His pants were ragged, exposing parts from the knee down, the legs and tops of the feet were covered in laceration marks, among which there were fresh wounds, bloody and mangled.
Inexplicably, Gonnia felt a pang of heartache.
If this person truly was Glarus, Gonnia could not bear to think further.
“You are, you…”
Gonnia looked again at Fiona, who had finished her spell and nodded vigorously, “He he he, he’s the real brother of Aunt Motis!”
“…”
Gonnia fell silent for a third ti.
Glarus, this was the na of the uncle her mother had ntioned to her countless tis.
The man who existed only in stories, incredibly clever, and who loved his sister to the core.
But the old man in front of her was dirty and disheveled, and he stank.
Yes, especially the last bit, it was simply unbearable.
That such a man could be the great hero in the bedti stories her mother told her, a remarkable person of Yatun.
“Sorry about that.”
Glarus seed to realize, he said awkwardly, “I suppose my appearance must have disappointed you?”
“Don’t mind , just pretend you don’t know .”
Glarus thought that Gonnia might not have had an easy ti here either, and there was no need to go to great lengths for a ‘stranger’.
“You’re still alive?”
How could Gonnia pretend not to know.
After her mother passed away, Glarus was her only blood relative left.
Her mother’s dying wish was for Gonnia to find her brother and apologize on her behalf.
“What’s this about?”
Nors, seeing Gonnia and Fiona squaring off with a beggar-like slave, quickly ca over to ask.
“Hiss~~~”
Glarus looked at Nors in shock, “You, are you Asolen? You’re still alive? No, wait, why do you still look so young, did you find the Miracle that turns back age?”
“You know about the Miracle?”
“Wait! Who did you just say?”
Nors, “You knew my father?”
Asolen was indeed the na of Nors’s father, but he had passed away many years ago.
“This is…”
Although Gonnia was still sowhat struggling to accept it, she had co to believe in Glarus’s identity, “He’s my mother’s brother, Glarus.”
“Your mother’s brother? Aunt Motis’s brother?”
Nors exclaid in surprise, “Then isn’t he your real uncle?!”
“You’re from Yatun?”
“Ah.”
Glarus nodded and said, “If you’re talking about the Descendants of the Seven Kings, yes, I’m from the Yatun Clan.”
It was only then that Glarus noticed that Gonnia and Nors were the children of his sister Motis and his close friend Asolen.
But this island, why does it look so eerie?
“This place…”
Glarus suddenly asked, “Brother Saros, is he here too?”
Nors and Gonnia were silent for a while, then Fiona suddenly asked, “Who is Saros? Do we have soone called Saros among us?”
“…”
Nors and Gonnia thought Fiona had asked a very stupid question.
But it had so logic to it.
“Grandfather, his real na is Saros.”
“Oh.”
Fiona responded, and then gasped in shock, “Eh?!!!”
Isn’t Grandfather called Grandfather?
If Grandfather is called Saros, then who is Grandfather?
Fiona: Confused!!!
“Is this the territory of the Descendants of the Seven Kings, our Miracle Kingdom from Yatun Village?”
Glarus’s voice was much softer, but he couldn’t suppress the joy and excitent, “Is this true? Am I not dreaming?”
“Can you be trusted?”
“Where is Brother Saros?!”
The lifeless look in Glarus’s eyes imdiately burst with hope and joy, “He can prove my identity, where is he?”
“A friend cos from afar.”
The uncle’s voice ca from a distance, “It seems I have sowhat grasped another skill. Next ti, I might try observing the stars at night.”
“Brother Saros!!”
Hearing his uncle’s voice, Glarus’s voice trembled with excitent, “Brother, Brother you’ve really made suffer.”
The two old n then embraced each other.
“My fault, it’s all my fault.”
The uncle, with no hint of disdain, held Glarus tightly, “You’ve suffered over the years. It’s good you’re back, good you’re back.”
Like a brother lost for many years coming ho, even the tough uncle almost couldn’t hold back his tears.
“But you stink too much, haven’t had a bath in days?”
“Just three months.”
“I…”
The uncle hurriedly let go, “Quickly go wash, get clean, and then I’ll tell you about these past years.”
“Girl.”
The uncle said to Gonnia, “Prepare a room for him, and, by the way, have the Octopus Family give him a good scrub.”
“Mhm.”
Gonnia looked at Glarus with both anticipation and helplessness.
After all, in Gonnia’s mind, her uncle was the embodint of wisdom. Yet the man before her, this guy had sunk so low he was begging, was it not too shaful?
“What’s the Octopus Family?”
“Of course, it’s a good thing, little brother.”
The uncle slapped Glarus on the shoulder, wearing an expression that said, ‘Brother, this is a feast from sea and sky specially prepared by your brother for you.’
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