243 Angels or Devils? (2/2)

Subconsciously, Rourke wanted to step back inside his manor, but something the man said made him stop.

”Do you want to know why your father died?”

His eyes bloodshot, Rourke snarled like a wild cat, ”What did you say?”

The man shook his head and said, ”Do you want to talk to me somewhere else?”

Gloomily, Rourke stared at the man, but nodded his head in the end.

They came to a small lake nearby. Few people passed this place, and it was very quiet.

Rourke had been gazing at the man, ready to use his magic scroll if something went wrong.

He was an elite Mage anyway, he could protect himself.

”My name is Husseret. In the way you address us, I'm a Golden Son,” said the man casually.

After a brief shock, Rourke grew even more vigilant.

The Golden Sons were now famous all over the capital.

He was told that the queen was kidnapped by the Golden Sons after they killed the second prince, but oddly enough, the royal family did not plan any retaliation.

Was his father's death related to them?

It was only his guess, but what the man said next twisted his face.

”Your father, Dalton, was killed by one of my brothers.”

After a brief silence, Rourke roared, ”I'm going to kill you pieces of sh*t!”

He reached for his pockets and was about to tear the magic scroll apart.

But his enemy was even faster. The man crossed several meters in the blink of an eye and kicked Rourke right in his genitals.

Rourke immediately collapsed to the ground, blushing. He wanted to scream but he couldn't.

Eventually, he could only writhe while holding his groin.

Husseret, on the other hand, stood aside in silence with a weird smile.

After a long time, the pain finally receded, and Rourke looked at the man and roared angrily while his legs were still shaking, ”You shameless scoundrel.”

”Are you calmer now?” Husseret smiled. ”If not, I wouldn't mind giving you another kick.”

Rourke's face immediately paled.

”Then let's continue,” Husseret said. ”Your father was killed by my brother, but that was because he killed Kaka Bard for Kaka's derivative spell model, and Kaka Bard was my brother's friend.”

”You killed my father for a derivative spell?” Rourke struggled to his feet and shed tears. ”My father was such a great man…”

”Your father killed Kaka for a new derivative spell. Why can't other people kill him for the same reason? Revenge is justified.”

”I don't buy it!” Rourke roared. ”My father was a good man!”

”Where do you think the derivative spell you're learning right now is from?”

Rourke was immediately stunned. After a long time, he asked, his lips quivering, ”The derivative spell model for the magic puppet?”

Husseret nodded.

Rourke felt frustrated and disappointed.

He wondered what he should do.

He knew that Kaka Bard died an uncanny death, and he even laughed at the guy's fate when he chit-chatted with his friends.

But now, someone was telling him that Kaka Bard was killed by his father, who had always been gentle and kind and never reprimanded anyone?

And it was only for a derivative spell model?

Rourke fell to his knees. His eyes were filled with tears and his vision got fuzzier and fuzzier.

”We had thought to kill most of Dalton's family. After all, if Dalton was so vicious, we inferred that his family should be like him.” Husseret's voice became more and more distant. ”But after investigation, I found that most people in your family could almost be called good people. You never hurt anyone, and the worst thing your mother ever did was beat up a maid who stained her clothes, but she didn't kill her and even offered her balm afterward.

”Although it was just crocodile tears, you're still much better than other nobles.

”So, stop thinking about revenge. It's pointless because the Golden Sons are undying. You might as well focus on helping your mother and preventing your family from being overtaken by other nobles.”

Husseret's voice grew further and further away, until Rourke eventually passed out.

When he woke up, he found himself in his own bedroom.

The familiar environment almost made him feel that he had a nightmare.

But seeing his cloak on the bed covered in mud, he knew that it was not an illusion.

With a miserable smile, Rourke looked out of the window, surprised.

”Golden Sons, are you angels or devils?”