The Master of Uradan

'What? What does he mean by finding the culprit, they obviously left after entering the building?' Rohan felt his face become ashen as an alarm rang in his head.

The three people talking to the guard slowly turned their faces simultaneously toward Rohan, who was hiding behind a tree.

Not good! One of them, Graan, suddenly vanished from his position. Rohen quickly stood up to immediately flee but he knew deep down he was far too slow. He jumped to his right and prepared to run away, but before he could even move his muscles, an expressionless face appeared before him.

"You're quite foolish to try to sneak on us." A slight smile bloomed on his face as he punched the young man in the liver.

The speed of this blow was incredible, and the moment Rohan saw the fist, this one was already connected to his belly. A terrible shock spread from the hitten area. His body bent under this mighty blow as he couldn't help but spit some saliva. He fell to his knees.

Rohan knew that this man had restrained his own strength. Otherwise, he would be dead by now. Even this punch was so powerful it had let his mind blank for a few seconds. The moment he took back his spirit, he was already standing in front of the guard.

Graan was holding him by the neck as if he was a weak rabbit, while the two others looked at him with contempt. None of his limbs answered his call as he tried to struggle. He simply hung there, powerless.

"Is it the culprit? He seems pretty weak, no? Why would the elders be interested in…"

His expression abruptly changed as he looked straight into the eyes of the young man. His kind smile had already left the place at a solemn one, while a strange and fierce glint shone in his sharp eyes.

"Vaal, bring him to Elder Kuud. Such a thing shouldn't appear in this place." The middle-aged man stepped aside to let them pass. His voice was deep as he continued to stare at Rohan.

The one named Vaal said he was going to do so, and along with Rohan holding like some useless bag, the trio headed inside this small city.

Rohan couldn't move his paralyzed body, and only his eyes darted around him. This time, he didn't know if he could survive whatever would happen. But even so, his mind was as clear as ever. He had already tried everything he could do.

His mana, coming from his mana core or his mana stone, didn't respond. It refused his order and stayed there without moving. He didn't know what this Graan had done to seal his power, but he had never heard of any skills permitting someone such a move. A terrifying thought entered his mind, but he quickly discarded it.

The city wasn't as small as Rohan firstly thought, and the streets were filled with people with different colors of clothes. They were all wearing the same dress wrapping them, but all the inhabitants seemed to wear a different color.

The instant the crowd saw the trio holding Rohan, they pushed themselves to the side while bowing their heads. Instead of alarming Rohan, he felt relieved. He had thought that all people in this city were freaks able to teleport around as they wanted, but from the looks of things, only a small amount could do so.

After all, those who have power would always want to be seen and treated differently than other normal people. Thus, the fact the men and women around the city all bowed their heads to those young people meant their status was far from being common.

At least, such strong people should only be a small number of people. If Rohan found an improbable way to get out of there, he wouldn't have to evade every single person. Not that it would change anything as Rohan couldn't even flee the grasp of the man crushing his neck.

They continued to walk toward the center of the city with all the people around showing their reverence, and soon, they stopped in front of a large place. A man was guarding the door. He was also wearing a white dress with a saber. The other inhabitants didn't seem to want to approach this place, and the instant they entered through the door, Rohan felt his heart squeeze, chilled and shattered.

This open area surrounded by a small wooden wall was filled with white-dressed men and women walking around. In a distance, Rohan could even see some of them standing in formation and slashing with their sabers, going back to their stance, and slashing again. Shouts and yells filled the whole place.

This place was like a casern training soldier, but instead of the weak soldiers Rohan had the habit to see every day, everyone there was as terrifying as the three walking with him. This place was simply hell. He gave up all ideas to flee.

After walking further inside the area, the trio appeared in front of a large building. Once they entered it, the countenance of the three men changed as Graan posed Rohan on the floor and stood there respectively.

"Don't move and don't talk. If you do anything, I'll cut your limbs." His threatening voice filled Rohan's ears.

At this moment, an old man with white hair and a white beard entered the room through another door on the side. He looked at the trio, but just as he was going to ask them why they wanted to see him, his eyes fell on Rohan.

He suddenly appeared in front of Rohan as he had teleported over here. Rohan gulped down as he felt his heart leap inside his chest. It was the first time in his life that he felt so weak, unable to even move a muscle surrounded by so many terrifying individuals.

While Rohan's mind spun on itself, the old man asked him a question, shutting down his thoughts.

"You…What are you?" The old man frowned as he glanced at this young man. Before Rohan could answer anything, it was Vaal who spoke.

While the interested Elder Kuud listened to Vaal, this one told him what had happened a few days ago.

They had received an alarm telling them that someone had taken away the stone key protecting outpost number 12 inside the forest. After he and the two others had reached the place, they had unexpectedly seen the protection of the wall broken with the doors opened.

It was at this moment they had sensed this young man in the forest. They also felt he was strange, but since he felt extremely weak, they had decided to watch him for a time.

Rohan felt like cursing them when he heard them calling him weak, but remembering how they had dispatched of the wasps and their queen, he decided to stay there with his mouth shut.

The old man listened carefully while his eyes were glued to Rohan with a strange light on them. The instant Vaal finished his story, the elder stroked his beard.

"Fine." He waved his hand in front of the trio. "I'll take care of this fellow, you can go back."

The three men bowed their heads and left the house without more words, but it was obvious they felt disappointed.

After the men left the house, the old man looked excitedly at Rohan.

"Tell me, are you a human?"