Raging Orc Blood: God-Level Fusion

Chapter 19: The Miraculous Dragon Magic

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Although the middle-aged man didn’t faint like his sister, his face turned pale too.

He seemed to have aged five years in a blink of an eye.

Even though the old butler was also very shocked, he still remained calm. He immediately called someone over to help the middle-aged woman in.

The mansion fell into a dead silence.

After a long while, Mitchell said calmly, “The dead can’t be resurrected. Let’s treat the lady first. That is the most urgent matter now.”

Upon hearing that, the middle-aged man finally reacted and nodded repeatedly.

With the middle-aged man leading the way, Mitchell and the young mistress arrived at Madam’s room.

The young mistress curiously sized up her cousin, whom she had never met before, along the way.

Mitchell, on the other hand, remained silent throughout.

“Daughter, did you bring back the silver dragon egg?” The middle-aged man had already tamed his emotions and regained the temperament that he had when they first met.

After hearing her father’s question, the young mistress instinctively turned to Mitchell.

Then, Mitchell said, “Excuse me, due to various accidents, the silver dragon egg has hatched.”

Little Mitch took that opportunity to show its face. It peeked out from behind Mitchell’s shoulder and barked.

Seeing that, the man asked, “Nephew, has this Silver Dragon already recognized you as its master?”

Mitchell glanced at Little Mitch, who was hugging him tightly, and then nodded.

It was not simply about it recognizing him as its master. Little Mitch was even calling him papa now.

The man thought for a moment before asking with a frown, “Can you make it use light magic to heal your aunt?”

Mitchell wasn’t used to hearing him address him as his nephew, but he chose to keep quiet about that.

“Mitch, do you know about light magic?”

When Little Mitch heard its father’s words, it immediately jumped out and flapped its wings. It began posing as if it was showing off its strength.

However, it was very comical when these poses were being manipulated by its tiny young body.

However, since it had done so, it meant that it was confident about that.

Mitchell said calmly, “If that’s the case, help treat Madam then.”

The middle-aged man frowned slightly when he heard that, but he did not say anything.

Little Mitch immediately let out a cry when it received its instruction, and it flew to the bed.

Then, its silver dragon scales began to glow.

The white light on its body turned into specks of light that enveloped Madam’s body.

Slowly, the light particles fused into Madam’s body, just like rain falling into a pond.

One had to say that the magic of the dragons was indeed miraculous.

As the light particles fused into her, Madam’s initially pale face gradually became rosy and her complexion improved.

The man heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that, as if his nerves, which had been tense for a long time, had finally relaxed.

The young mistress, on the other hand, grabbed Mitchell’s arm excitedly. She was both excited and worried that she would disturb her mother as she shouted in a low voice, “Look, Mother is saved!”

After that, the young mistress snapped out of her trance as she turned and saw Mitchell’s calm face.

Realizing that her actions were quite inappropriate, the young mistress immediately let go of her hands and turned her blushing face away to avoid looking at Mitchell.

After casting the spell, Little Mitch returned to Mitchell’s shoulder.

The middle-aged man stared at his wife, who was breathing steadily on the bed with a calm expression as if she had simply fallen asleep.

After a long while, he turned his head and said, “Nephew, this is not the place to talk. Let your aunt rest here first. We shall talk outside.”

Mitchell naturally had no objections. It was indeed unsuitable to stay too long in someone else’s bedroom.

Thus, the two men walked out of the room one after another.

Although the young mistress did not follow them out, she stood behind the door sneakily and eavesdropped on them.

***

When they reached the living room, the man gestured for Mitchell to sit down and had someone bring tea over.

After everything was settled, the man said, “Although you are my nephew, this is our first time meeting each other, so let me introduce myself. My name is Mikhos Leon. I am currently the head of the Leon Family. The woman you saw just now is my eldest sister, Sheena Leon. As for your mother, she is my second sister, which means I’m your uncle and you’re my nephew.”

Mitchell nodded calmly. Although he had just found out about their names, he had already sorted out their relationships, so he wasn’t very surprised.

Moments later, Mikhos asked, “After all I’ve said, I still don’t know your name or how you’ve been all these years.”

With that, Mikhos looked at Mitchell and stopped talking.

Obviously, he wanted to know more about his nephew.

Mitchell looked at Mikhos’ blue eyes and said word by word, “My name is Mitchell. Mitchell Blood Roar.”

As soon as he said this, Mikhos’ body trembled slightly.

Mikhos’ eyes seemed to be quivering as he looked Mitchell up and down. “You’re… an orc?”

Blood Roar was a surname that was unique to the orcs.

Mitchell frowned slightly but said nothing.

Wasn’t it obvious from the very moment he saw him? Why was he so shocked?

Didn’t the people from the Leon Family know what orcs look like?

After a long silence, Mikhos sighed and said, “Forget it. This is all fated. No matter what happens with the orcs, the children are innocent. Even if you have the blood of an orc on you, you are still my nephew. There is no doubt about that.”

Although Mitchell didn’t show any visible expression, he was rather surprised to hear that.

Despite the context of this world, Mikhos was actually able to put aside the conflict between the races so easily.

Judging from this, it was clear that Mikhos was not a mediocre person.

Seeing Mikhos being honest with him, Mitchell finally let down his guard and asked in puzzlement, “My lord, there’s something I don’t understand…”

Before he could even ask his question, Mikhos raised his hand to interrupt him and said, “Nephew, you can call me uncle from now on. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

Clearly, Mikhos had a problem with Mitchell calling him “my lord”.

After calling him nephew for so long, the other party still refused to call him uncle, so this was somewhat inexcusable.

Mitchell hesitated for a while before nodding.

After all, Mikhos had treated him quite well from the moment they met. Even though he knew that he had the blood of the orcs flowing in his veins, he didn’t treat him any differently.

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That was not easy so he must have really taken him to be his nephew.

Seeing Mitchell nod and agree, Mikhos finally revealed a satisfied smile and asked warmly, “Nephew, just ask me about anything.”

“It’s not really a big deal actually,” Mitchell couldn’t help asking now and his expression began to get a little weird.

“Did you all… really cannot tell that I have an orc bloodline?”