Breeding Dragons From Today

Chapter 82: The Seed of Darkness
Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

Joelson took Du Lu back into the space of the Dragon God’s Ranch.
If it was just a group of ordinary bandits, then Du Lu wouldn’t even need to appear.
“I’m afraid that…It’s not as simple as I thought.”
Joel slowly exhaled and calmed himself down. He quickly walked towards the direction of the Baron’s house.
“Young Master!”
The old maid who opened the door saw Joelson for the first time. Her face was full of surprise, and then her expression became panicked and hesitant.
She leaned against the wall and did not welcome Joelson in.
Joelson frowned and could not help but ask, “Sarah?”
This was the name of the old maid. She had watched Joelson grow up.
Sarah slowly opened the door and stammered, “Young Master Joelson, the Viscount… The Viscount is not at home.”
The doubts in Joelson’s heart grew. He simply pushed the door open and strode inside.
Leas followed behind Joelson and looked around curiously.
This was the place where Master Joelson grew up. She had a strange feeling in her heart.
In the Elf clan, only people who loved each other would invite each other to their home as guests.
Leas’ face was slightly red from embarrassment. She did not notice that Joelson’s expression was getting gloomier and gloomier.
All the way to the living room, every servant greeted Joelson respectfully.
However, there was a faint estrangement in the deference, and their eyes avoided him.
There were a few servants that Joelson was familiar with. When they saw him, they seemed to want to say something, but in the end, they kept their mouths shut and walked away.
Old Morgan came up with a middle-aged woman and two children.
“Joelson.”
Old Morgan smiled at Joelson.
But Joelson frowned even more.
He clearly saw a trace of heartfelt relief in old Morgan’s smile.
And some sadness!
But the middle-aged woman walked up enthusiastically.
“Mrs Rossetti.”
Joelson greeted the middle-aged woman indifferently.
This was the second wife of old Morgan. She gave birth to a son and a daughter for him and called Joelson their brother.
As for Joelson’s mother, she had passed away long ago when he was seven years old.
A timid figure dashed out from behind.
“Beard?!”
Joelson was very surprised. Why was this guy here?
“Young Joelson.”
Halfway through his words, Beard saw the six golden stripes on Joelson’s left chest, and his eyes almost popped out.
“Sixth… Sixth-tier mage?!”
A great surprise and excitement appeared on Beard’s face. He suddenly grabbed old Morgan’s hand and stuttered, “We… We’re saved!”
Mrs Rossetti turned around and glared at him. She smiled and said to Joelson, “Joelson, sit down and rest for a while. I made you your favorite, butter mushroom soup.”
The two children stretched out their hands and called for their brother, Joelson. They wanted to come up and hug him, but Mrs Rossetti quietly pulled them away.
Joelson nodded slightly and sat down with old Morgan in the living room.
Everything was indescribably strange.
Joelson felt as if there was an invisible fog in front of him, and he had to push it away.
“Father, about the bandits.”
Before Joelson could finish, old Morgan interrupted him and said, “Everything is fine. Joelson has nothing to worry about. You should go back quickly. The courses in the magic academy are very important, right?!”
Old Morgan was eager to chase him out, but he had just stepped into the house.
Beard tugged at old Morgan’s sleeve, wanting to say something, but he was always glared back at by old Morgan.
“Try the fresh mushroom soup.”
Mrs Rossetti personally served a bowl of fragrant soup.
“Thank you.”
Joelson thanked her but rejected the soup.
“I’m not hungry yet.”
Mrs Rossetti’s smile froze on her face. She seemed to be flustered and did not know what to say.
Leas, who was obediently following beside Joelson, stared at the bowl of mushroom soup and frowned.
“Mother, can I have a sip?”
A timid voice sounded.
Joelson’s seven-year-old brother, Vernal, stared at the soup tray with longing in his eyes.
“No, Vernal, this is prepared for your brother.”
Mrs Rossetti forced a smile and comforted vernal in a low voice.
A thought appeared in Joelson’s mind. He ended up with the soup tray and beckoned to Vernal and said gently, “It’s okay, vernal. If you want to drink it, I’ll give it to you first.”
Vernal’s face revealed a look of joy, and he wanted to trot over to Joelson.
However, Mrs Rossetti’s expression became very ugly. She grabbed Vernal and slapped him hard on the face.
“I told you, this is prepared for my brother!”
Vernal’s fair and tender cheeks instantly became red and swollen, and he cried out in grievance.
The scene instantly became very awkward and awkward.
Joelson smiled and looked coldly at Mrs Rossetti.
“Joelson, Vernal is still young and insensible. Quickly drink the soup.”
Leas finally couldn’t hold it in anymore. She grabbed Joelson’s hand and said, “Young Master, there’s something in here.”
Clack!
Joelson casually knocked the soup tray onto the ground. The milky white mushroom soup emitted an alluring fragrance. An ugly bug quickly crawled out of the soup and then turned into a cloud of black fog and disappeared.
“The Seed of Darkness?!” Leas shouted in surprise
Suddenly, there was a violent gasping sound.
Old Morgan suddenly stood up, pulled out the long sword on his waist, and stabbed into Mrs Rossetti’s chest.
The woman slowly fell to the ground with an expression of disbelief.
Old Morgan’s eyes were scarlet, full of pain and struggle. Like an old lion who had come to the end, he shouted at Joelson, “Joelson! Run!”
In the next moment, Joelson’s heart trembled violently.
More than ten black lights filled with murderous intent silently slid out of the shadows and stabbed at his vital parts.
Joelson snorted coldly, and a powerful magic pressure burst out, pushing Leas and the others away.
Then, seven or eight rings of fire and ice appeared on his body.
They burst out alternately.
A cold aura spread out. The sneak attacker’s attack slowed down for a moment, and then the blazing rings of fire pushed them away.
A few muffled groans sounded in the darkness.
A tungsten wood magic staff appeared in Joelson’s hand, and surging fire elements gathered toward him.
When he saw everything around him clearly, he found that more than a dozen strange men wearing black clothes and expressionless faces had already surrounded him.
Each of them was holding a sharp short knife in their hands.
Dull footsteps sounded.
The man, whose face could not be seen clearly, walked out from the back of the hall, surrounded by a thick black fog. His hoarse voice was so unpleasant that it sounded like rusted iron plates rubbing against each other.