System's POV

Just minutes after Trevor Remington arrived, three more helicopters landed in the backyard of the Leventis Family.

The people inside them were none other than the representatives of the Smith and Lockwood Families, who were part of the Prestigious Families of the Aldebaran Continent.

Of course, the other representatives of the Monarch Clans, as well as the other Ten Prestigious Families, had also joined the fray, making Arthur feel like he was about to have a headache. Enjoy new tales from m-v l'e|m,p y r

Clearly, these factions were paying close attention to Thirteen's Family because of what happened in Solterra.

All of them were old foxes, so none of them believed that the Leventis Family didn't possess any scales of the Majin King.

Of course, the representatives of the Rigel Continent had only come to watch the fun. After all, Wendell Elrod had personally received some Serpent Scales from Zion, so he knew that the teenage boy had a few more scales to spare.

He also knew that Gerald was a blacksmith, and truth be told, he was also paying close attention to the teenage boy's residence because of the apparition that appeared on the mountain where they resided many years ago.

Back then, everyone thought that it was just a coincidence.

But now that another apparition had appeared in the Rosetta Mountain Range, they couldn't help but suspect that Gerald might have something to do with the rumored Mythical Weapon that appeared in Solterra.

"Dad, I know I'm famous, but did all of them come here to get my autograph?" Thirteen asked in an innocent tone.

"Nonsense," Gerald replied. "Clearly, they are here because they want to see my good looks. You see, several years ago, everyone was hiding their daughters from me because they were afraid that they'd fall in love with me.

"Zion, your father had too much charm back then. Even now that I am married, these old foggers probably still want to throw their daughters at me."

The representatives of the Monarch Clans, as well as the Prestigious Families, were very tempted to spit at Gerald for being shameless.

However, since they had come with bad intentions, all of them decided to just pretend that they didn't hear anything.

Arthur could only sigh in relief because Thirteen had managed to bring back his father on time. Had he failed, things might have become complicated.

But since he was also one of those old foxes who stood at the apex of the world, he glanced at the people who had entered his family's backyard with contempt.

"I didn't think that you guys would just trespass on my property uninvited," Arthur said with a smile. "Since when did we ignore the proper protocol for such things?"

Trevor and the other uninvited guests could only give Arthur an apologetic look, for it was true that they had overstepped their bounds.

All of them could see that the old man looked unhappy, but since this matter was too important, they didn't have a choice but to take a chance and offend him.

"Please calm down, Arthur," Trevor Remington replied. "We are indeed in the wrong this time. We'll make sure to properly compensate you later for your trouble."

"Um, if you are going to compensate us, make sure to send it to me directly," Thirteen replied. "You trespassed in our home—not Gramps' home. It's only fair that you compensate us, right?"

"Of course, Zion," Trevor said with a smile. "We will send the compensation to you directly."

"Good." Thirteen nodded. "Since you are already here, can I offer you some water at least?"

"Shouldn't you offer us some tea or coffee?" the Patriarch of the Smith Family, Morris Smith asked.

"Why would I do that?" Thirteen blinked. "We're not holding a party, and I don't want any of you to stay. The fact that I'm offering you guys water before you leave is already showing our hospitality. Can you please not be shameless?"

Morris almost choked on his saliva after hearing the teenage boy's reply.

Trevor and the other people who had come to check if Gerald was in the Leventis Residence couldn't help but chuckle internally because the Patriarch of the Smith Family looked like he had just eaten a fly.

Suddenly, a representative from the Ashford Clan took a step forward and introduced himself.

"Good Day, Sir Zion," the middle-aged man said. "My name is Darius Ashford. I am the cousin of the Patriarch, and I came here to ask if you possess any Scales from the Majin King. We are willing to negotiate the price that will suit your liking."

Hearing Darius say such a thing, the other representatives also introduced themselves and said the same thing as their comrade.

"Scales?" Thirteen tilted his head. "What scales? Are you talking about the Scales from the Majin King? I don't have any of those in my possession."

Darius smiled after hearing the teenage boy's reply. Clearly, he didn't believe a single word that Zion had said.

How could the one who had supposedly defeated the Majin king not get anything from his hard work?

They might have accepted the excuse that Laplace Demon had stepped up to give some assistance to Zion to fight the Majin King, the Monarch Clans, and the Prestigious Clans, but they believed that the boy still had more Serpent Scales in his possession.

"I almost forgot to ask, why are all of you here?" Thirteen frowned. "Did you really come here to throw your daughters at my father? Even if your daughters are willing, my Pops is too scared of my mom to accept them. He's the role model of all hen-pecked husbands in the world, you kno—aawww!"

Gerald didn't hold back and smacked the teenage boy's head, making Arthur smack him back.

"Don't hit Zion's head!" Arthur said in anger. "What will you do if he becomes as dumb as you?!"

Gerald, who had been smacked back, couldn't even refute his father's words because he was right.

If not for the fact that Zion had called him a hen-pecked husband in public, he wouldn't have reacted so strongly as he did earlier!