My bloodline yearns for progress.

Chapter 4 Admonitions and Strange Shadows

The old man greeted Otto as he combed his beard.

"Hehe, didn't expect that, did you?"

Clearly, Lance, as a former adventurer, had keenly sensed Otto's intentions, which is why he had been waiting here for so long.

Otto was about to say something, but Lance simply tossed a package to him.

Otto instinctively took it, but when he opened the package, he found it contained the pelt of the one-eyed bear.

"A few bones alone won't make the Adventurers' Guild budge."

The weather is getting cooler, so Roxanne has turned this bearskin into a coat. You can wear it.

Clearly, even during the banquet, everyone was still busy working on Otto.

Looking at the warm bearskin coat in his hands, Otto wanted to say something more, but Lance put his arm around his shoulder and led him little by little into the gradually forming night fog.

Like any elder facing a child going on a long journey, even now, Lance is still reminding Otto of some things to be careful about.

"The Adventurers' Guild is a place where fists speak louder than words, so don't let your spirit be diminished."

No matter how you perform, there will always be older people who ridicule newcomers like you.

At worst, I'll just have to fight it out and spend a few nights in jail.

Adventurers wouldn't fuss over such a small matter.

Aaron and I only became acquainted after we got into several fights in the tavern back then.

Rather than engaging in lively chatter, adventurers believe more in the rule of "no friendship without a fight."

Whether we can win is one question; whether we should even fight is another.

Lance's flippant words immediately made Otto understand why the old men in the village always liked to use frying pans and hammers as projectiles to ambush Lance.

"Okay, I'll be careful."

Although Otto intends to develop his strength secretly as much as possible, it doesn't mean he will swallow his anger.

Since adventurers prefer physical combat, he is naturally willing to oblige.

This is a good opportunity for him to gain some practical experience.

After all, the villagers are all nice people and rarely fight with each other.

Just as Otto was pondering, Lance gave him a push from behind.

"Alright, you should get going now. I'll leave you here."

Oh, and remember to register with the Adventurers' Guild to have a clergyman stationed in the village.

Ideally, they should be priests of the goddess of harvest.

The village church has been idle for far too long.

After saying this, Lance immediately turned and returned into the night fog.

Seeing the other person's figure appear and disappear, Otto simply waved his hand and then resolutely turned around and ran towards the town.

He didn't want to stay in the village for the rest of his life; he wanted to see his limits and what level his bloodline imprint could reach.

He had to leave the village; it was too comfortable there.

Based on previous experience, it takes about two days to reach Oak Town, including an overnight rest along the way.

However, Otto has now collected all six bloodline marks, and he wants to test his limits.

With that thought in mind, Otto took even bigger steps.

And just like that, time flew by, and the next day arrived.

The young soldiers guarding the city, wrapped in cloaks, huddled in the arrow towers all night.

The nights in late autumn are always cold and gloomy. The charcoal in the brazier had gone out, and the two young soldiers gradually woke up from the cold.

The veterans were very experienced and always calculated the amount of charcoal needed with absolute precision. The charcoal fire would be completely extinguished at the crack of dawn, at which point they would have no choice but to wake up.

As the young soldier wiped the dew from the edge of his helmet, he vaguely heard footsteps coming from outside the city.

The footsteps were heavy, as if someone was carrying a heavy load on a long journey.

But before the young soldier could even peek out, the veteran next to him kicked his boot and said in a hoarse voice.

"It's time to open the city gates; the adventurers and merchants are all waiting inside."

Upon hearing the veteran's order, the two young soldiers immediately stepped down from the arrow tower, went to the city gate, and worked together to turn the winch.

The iron chains rattled as the copper-clad oak city gate was pushed open inch by inch.

The morning mist rushed in almost immediately, carrying the scent of pine resin and damp earth, as cold as the breath of a dead man!

But after the two opened the city gate, they noticed something amiss.

A figure is running towards us through the fog!

The man ran out from the depths of the gray mist.

Although the speed was extremely fast, every step was taken very steadily.

It wasn't until he emerged from the fog that the young soldier realized the other man was actually wrapped in a bearskin!

The one-eyed bear's head rested on his left shoulder, its empty eye sockets still filled with dew, clearly indicating that it had traveled a long way!

When the man walked up to the young soldier, the soldier was so frightened that he almost dropped his spear.

As the man in front of him approached, he was enveloped in a kind of white heat!

Combined with that menacing bearskin coat, it looked as if some kind of ferocious beast was charging right up to him!

The man stopped in front of the young soldier and slowly took out his identification.

"I am Otto from Lot Village, and I plan to register at the Adventurers' Guild in town."

As Otto spoke, he produced his identification document, a parchment scroll.

It has Lance's sealing wax stamp on it, making it very difficult to counterfeit.

Upon hearing this, the young soldier immediately began the inspection.

But while checking, his eyes couldn't help but drift towards Otto.

Although the man in front of me had a calm expression, he exuded an unparalleled sense of oppression.

For a moment, the young soldier even thought he was facing a huge brown bear!

"Okay, that's fine."

"Go inside."

The young soldier swallowed hard and quickly stepped aside to make way.

Seeing this, Otto simply nodded and immediately went into the city.

With the completion of his bloodline imprint and the increase in his strength, Otto was pleasantly surprised to find that his physical strength, endurance, and recovery ability had all improved significantly, and he was able to reach the vicinity of the town in just one night.

The fog quickly closed in again, swallowing Otto's figure deep into the street.

Only at this moment did the young soldier realize that he seemed to have been holding his breath the whole time, and only after Otto's figure disappeared did he feel relieved.

The veteran who was tidying up his helmet, on the other hand, was not surprised at all.

"Young man, is this the first time you've seen adventurers like that?"

Upon hearing this, the young soldier quickly nodded.

"That's really scary."

The young soldier wasn't unfamiliar with adventurers; after all, there was an adventurers' guild in the town.

But this is the first time I've seen someone with Otto's temperament.

But the veteran simply said it calmly.

"That's a capable person."

Kid, remember what he looks like.

I think we'll be dealing with him quite often in the future.

The veteran didn't explain much to his men; good eyesight takes time and experience to develop.

When he saw Otto again, he believed the kid would understand what he meant.

As for Otto, who had disappeared into the morning mist, he overheard the conversation between the two.

Now that Otto's strength has increased, his physical abilities have improved considerably, and he easily noticed the conversation between the two, but he simply didn't respond.

"I should ask them their names when I get the chance, and have a good chat with them."

Otto thought that, putting aside the young soldier for the moment, the veteran should be a good source of intelligence.

As Otto pondered, his animal friends gradually became restless.

The eagle, disgusted by the thick, damp fog, kept rubbing its feathers with the wool of a black sheep.

The white dog sensed danger; there were many powerful auras nearby.

The black cat turned its head and swept its tail to wake the sleeping brown bear, reminding the leader that the Adventurers' Guild had arrived.