Uncle Victor

He had worked as a guard on the Hordier for so long, but before he could even get his salary, he was swallowed by Jörmungandr.

So, right now, he only had a few silver coins in his pocket.

Even a hero can be defeated by a lack of money!

After the meal, the three of them walked and talked along the streets of Servia.

Leon and Land played the part of good hosts, showing Black the various sights of the city.

It had to be said that Servia’s nightlife was extremely vibrant.

Even at night, every place was brightly lit.

Food streets, taverns, casinos, weapon shops, potion shops, material shops…

And brothels.

There was everything one could wish for. As long as you had money, you could live a life of luxury here.

A world of dazzling splendor and debauchery!

It was worth mentioning that when they passed a brothel, the madam was incredibly enthusiastic toward Leon.

Her words, both spoken and implied, were all asking why he hadn’t come by tonight.

It made Black look at Leon with a somewhat peculiar gaze.

Leon, looking embarrassed, covered the madam’s mouth and tried desperately to explain to Black that he was a respectable man.

But his explanation was far too pale and weak.

As the three passed by the prison under the jurisdiction of the Knight Order, the sound of a heated argument caught their attention.

Black followed the sound with his eyes and was momentarily stunned.

One side of the argument was, to his surprise, his cousin Brenna and his cousin Leán!

And beside them was a middle-aged man who bore a five or six-tenths resemblance to the father in his memory, but looked more weathered by time.

At this moment, the middle-aged man, accompanied by several bodyguard-types, was arguing fiercely with a squad of Knight Order soldiers.

Black looked at the group behind the Knight Order.

He gradually understood what was happening.

That group consisted of an old acquaintance—the spoiled brat, Jesse.

He had also brought many guards and was speaking arrogantly, seemingly using his connections to pressure the Knight Order.

‘Is that… Uncle Victor?!’

Black finally realized.

This middle-aged man must be the uncle he hadn’t seen in over a decade!

It seemed his uncle had heard about his arrest and had been pulling all sorts of strings to get him out.

And clearly, Jesse’s side also had considerable influence, leading to a stalemate.

However, he was already free and had even become a Dragon-Slaying Guard, so he no longer needed rescuing.

But watching his uncle, red-faced and arguing with others without regard for his image, all for his sake.

A warm feeling couldn’t help but surge in Black’s heart.

This was the first time since he had transmigrated to this world that he truly felt the kinship of blood being thicker than water.

Leon and Land noticed the change in Black’s expression and asked.

“Black, you know them?”

Black nodded.

“That’s my uncle, my cousin, and my other cousin.”

Upon hearing this, Leon immediately straightened his back, cleared his throat, and strode forward with purpose, shouting in a resonant voice.

“The Dragon-Slaying Guard is here! What is all this commotion?”

The words “Dragon-Slaying Guard” seemed to possess a magical power; the once noisy scene instantly fell silent.

Whether it was the Knight Order soldiers, Jesse’s guards, or the men Black’s uncle had brought.

They all subconsciously restrained themselves, their faces showing reverence.

The crowd of onlookers also scattered like birds.

The Dragon-Slaying Guard, they were beings who truly held the power of life and death.

Even the Knight Order had to show them deference.

In that moment of silence, Brenna and Leán’s eyes widened as they stared at Black in disbelief.

“That… that flippant-looking Dragon-Slaying Guard… looks a lot like our cousin…”

“It’s not ‘looks like’… it is our cousin!”

Only when Black smiled and waved at them did the two dare to confirm it.

Leán shouted excitedly.

“Cousin! It really is you!”

At this point, Jesse and the Knight Order squad leader finally noticed Black.

Seeing the crisp Dragon-Slaying Guard uniform he was wearing.

Both their faces were filled with shock and disbelief!

“What the hell! Am I on some psychedelic potion? He… how did he become a Dragon-Slaying Guard?!”

Jesse cried out, completely unable to comprehend the situation before him.

He pointed a trembling finger at Black and shouted, his voice a mix of fear and bravado.

“I know! It’s fake! His uniform must be fake!”

“Daring to impersonate a Dragon-Slaying Guard is an even greater crime!”

Leon’s eyes turned cold. Not bothering with words, his figure flashed.

He directly slammed a fist into Jesse’s stomach!

“Thud!”

Jesse let out a miserable cry and crumpled to the ground like a shrimp, moaning in pain.

Leon looked down on him, thrusting the Dragon-Slaying Guard emblem on his chest right in Jesse’s face, his voice icy.

“Look closely! Offending the Dragon-Slaying Guard is the same as offending the Imperial Family!”

“This is just a small punishment as a warning. If there’s a next time, the penalty will be severe!”

Jesse’s eyes widened as he stared at the emblem, which emanated a grim aura.

He had seen the Dragon-Slaying Guard’s emblem before; it was identical to this one. The unique craftsmanship was impossible to forge!

Since the one with Black was a real Dragon-Slaying Guard, that meant Black…

Upon realizing this, Jesse felt the undisguised killing intent from Leon and was scared out of his wits.

How could he dare to talk tough now? Supported by his guards, he scrambled away, not even daring to leave a parting threat.

The Dragon-Slaying Guard was an existence that he and his family behind him absolutely could not afford to provoke!

“You, you, you… are you really Black?!”

Victor stared at the face that bore some resemblance to his younger brother, his eyes filled with tears and his voice trembling.

“The one and only, Uncle. It’s been a long time!”

Seeing his nephew again after more than ten years.

Victor trembled with emotion.

He rushed forward, pulled Black into a tight embrace, his voice choked with sobs.

“Black! My dear nephew! It’s good that you’re okay! It’s good that you’re okay!”

In his excitement, he wiped his tears and snot all over Black’s brand-new uniform.

Feeling this unfamiliar yet warm embrace, the soft spot in Black’s heart reserved for family was touched.

Without realizing it, his connection to this world had grown a little stronger.

He gently patted Victor’s back and said in a warm tone.

“It’s been a long time, Uncle Victor.”

Victor remained emotional for a while before composing himself slightly.

He looked at the uniform on Black, both shocked and confused.

“Black, this… what on earth is going on? Impersonating a Dragon-Slaying Guard is a capital offense!”

Black knew this wasn’t the place to talk, so he said.

“Uncle, it’s a long story. Let’s find a quiet place to talk in detail.”

Victor nodded repeatedly.

“Right, right, right, let’s talk at home, at home! Come on, come home with Uncle!”

He eagerly grabbed Black, as if afraid he would run away.

Black had been worrying about being a stranger in Servia and the inconvenience of staying in an inn, so he readily agreed.

He explained the situation to Leon and Land, and after agreeing to meet up again later, he followed Victor, his cousins, and headed towards his uncle’s house.

The group walked through several streets and arrived at a residence that was not luxurious but quite tidy.

Just as he stepped through the gate, before Black could get a clear look at the courtyard’s layout.

He suddenly felt a small black shadow dart out from the side, followed by a sharp pain on his butt!

“?!”

Black let out a small cry and turned around, only to be left speechless.

A little girl of about four or five, with two pigtails and a cherubic face, was clinging to him like a little koala.

She opened her mouth, revealing her not-yet-fully-grown baby teeth, and bit down hard on his butt… on the fabric of his pants.