Vesperin made his way back to the village, his thoughts racing with a mix of excitement and triumph. His footsteps were quick, fueled by the anticipation of what was to come.
As he reached the village's edge, his eyes landed on Elder Thalnor—or rather, Lucas cleverly disguised as Thalnor—standing outside the lab, waiting with an air of calm confidence. The faint flicker of a knowing smile crossed Thalnor's face as their gazes met.
"Ah, Young Master Vesperin," Thalnor greeted smoothly, his voice steady and composed. "What news do you bring from the clan leader? What did he decide?"
Vesperin's expression shifted into one of smug satisfaction, his lips curling into a grin that barely hid his arrogance.
"Don't worry, Elder Thalnor. My father, the clan leader, has personally summoned you. You've managed to impress him." His tone carried a hint of surprise, as though he hadn't expected Thalnor to be capable of such a feat.
