Reborn as the Genius Son of the Richest Family

Chapter 758: Foggy

Meanwhile, Michael and the professor exited the Mermen Lake, with the giant bubble immediately popping as soon as they landed on ground.

Professor Lichtenstein then immediately charged out in a run, almost leaving Michael behind.

“You coming?” he asked, with his voice almost fading.

Michael chuckled and followed after the professor. He couldn’t blame him. He, too, was excited about seeing the Antique for himself. Mythical Beasts and Ancient Humans intrigued him.

They were headed towards the center of New Sparta, following the path of the boundary between the Mermen Lake and the Werewolf Forest, towards the Draconian Territory located in the inner circle.

It was already nighttime, with the stars out in the sky and the full moon hanging clearly above them. It illuminated the dark streets, giving human visitors extra time to sell their wares along the boundary.

“Do you even know where we’re going, professor?”

Princess Octavia told them that the Antique was held by a Draconian called Zovirru. And the professor, because of his excitement, neglected to ask her about where Zovirru was located.

“I’ll deal with it when we get there,” said the professor. “I have a plan.”

The professor’s plan seemed to only involve him running straight towards the Draconian Territory. Michael didn’t complain. After all, he was supposed to be the professor’s loyal student, Keo.

Eventually, as they got closer to their destination, the roads got narrow, the people got lesser, and the fog seemed to have thickened past the point to become a cloud. They could barely see past a few meters ahead of them.

Just then, Michael felt his senses stir.

“Professor,” he muttered, stopping in place.

The professor, albeit his hyperfixation on the Antique, seemed to have noticed the visitors as well. He stopped right beside Michael and looked around the fog.

Michael secretly used his Drone and piloted it to fly up in the sky. Its surface perfectly mimicked the chaos of the fog, becoming part of it in an instant as the invisibility feature activated.

Once above, his Drone Vision gave him a top-down view of the entire location, as well as the Aubility Power signatures of their visitors watching in the fog.

There were five of them exactly, and each of them were large, tanned, burly men wearing black skinned fur around their shoulders.

They were Werewolves!

The Brownbloods? No, they look different.

The Werewolves he saw in the tournament wore brown fur around their necks, with plenty of tattoos that seemed to indicate their standings within the Brownblood Tribe. These Werewolves, on the other hand, wore black fur and had no tattoos on their skin. But they did wear gold earrings around their noses, ears, and lips.

“Who are you?” the professor shouted.

But silence replied back.

Michael leaned in to the professor and whispered, “Professor, do you know of any Werewolves who wear gold earrings on their body?”

Professor Lichtenstein looked back at him. “The Goldbloods. Why?”

The professor’s words were a little bit too loud, and a couple of moments later, the Werewolves finally showed themselves from the fog.

“It seems we underestimated you, professor. We didn’t think you’d be able to sense us.”

The Goldblood Werewolves were very impressed with the professor, eyeing him with respect. But the professor was just looking at Michael, shocked that his words turned out to be true.

“How did you…”

The professor looked up at the skies, seeing the full moon above them. The Werewolves were strongest tonight. All of their senses, their physical and magical, were amped up multiple times than normal—both human and wolf side. This was one of the few times in the month where the Werewolves equalled that of the Draconians.

With the fog added, no normal human nor Maugnetic could sense them this easily.

He looked at Michael and had one thought. Was his ’protege’ actually a prodigy?

“Professor, forgive us for our little prank. We mean no harm in stalking you,” said one of the Werewolves. “Let me introduce ourselves. My name is Ernest Goldblood. My father is the Tribe Chief of the Goldbloods.”

Ernest and the Goldbloods howled in a high-pitched tone, showing their goodwill to the professor and Michael.

“I do not appreciate this sudden visit,” said the professor sternly. “I’m in the middle of a very important task, and you’re in the way.”

“That’s a shame, but my father insists on your presence, professor,” said Ernest.

But Professor Lichtenstein wasn’t having it. He didn’t care about pretenses and walked out of the encirclement that the Werewolves had them on.

Michael followed behind the professor, and the Werewolves let them leave.

“Professor…,” muttered Ernest. “Father knows about the Antique. And he has information that he assures you that you would like to know.”

Lichtenstein stopped in his tracks. The Werewolves knew exactly what to say to bait the professor in.

“What type of information?” the professor asked, turning around.

“It’s about the Ancient Roar,” Ernest said, smiling.

Michael, as usual, turned to the professor for any explanations as to what this ’Ancient Roar’ meant. But the professor seemed far too interested in what the Werewolves had to say to notice Michael.

“You better not be lying,” he warned Ernest.

“Professor, please. It’s the full moon. We dare not anger it.”

Michael whispered to the professor, “Can we trust them?”

“Unfortunately, his words mean the truth. Lycan tradition greatly dishonors those who perform sins during a full moon. Rumors say that Werewolves would lose their ability to transform if they angered the Moon,” the professor answered.

“Then you know us well, professor. Now, would you please follow us to the tribe?” Ernest said, gesturing for them to follow.

The professor started angrily following the Werewolves before signalling Michael to tag along.

As they were walking, Michael couldn’t help but ask. “Professor, who are the Goldbloods?”

“The Werewolves are separated by Tribes. It’s too complicated to discuss each one as the history between them is deep and familial. All you have to know is to never mention the Brownbloods in front of the Goldblood’s chief. There’s bad blood between them.”

“I never knew you could make puns, professor.”

“Huh?”

“Nevermind…”

Eventually, the fog lessened and they saw a lively town of cabins in the midst of the forest. Houses made of dark wood were arranged in a circle, facing a giant campfire whose flames reached twice as high as the ceilings.

“We’ve arrived just in time,” said Ernest. “The Lunar Campfire is about to start!”

Ernest and the Werewolves rushed towards the campfire, sprinting on all four of their limbs like an actual wolf.

“This would have been quite a sight to see any other day, but why did it have to happen when I’m so close to the Antique?” the professor grumbled.

Then, he turned to Michael and explained. “The Lunar Campfire is their day to worship and give sacrifice to their god, the Moon. They go through a lot of posturing, so don’t be surprised when—”

Before the professor could finish his words, Michael heard one of the Werewolves howl to the moon.

AWOOO!

One after another, the Werewolves began to howl until the entire Goldblood Tribe harmonized with each other into a strangely hypnotic sound.

Michael suddenly felt his GodForge pieces stir. His Aubility Power was becoming active!