67 Training the Enchanter

A week had passed since Draig's breakdown, things had seemingly become brighter around the Township founded by Zarra and his companions. Draig had seen that these people seemed to welcome him oddly but he recognized some of those faces from his youth causing him to sneer internally.

However he couldn't be brought to focus on these useless people or their bogus classes, he had been called by Zarra for something seemingly urgent.

That was something else, Draig had been avoiding the Mage for the past week unsure of how he should feel. He still felt hatred towards the mage for the betrayal but there was something in him that made him happy that the mage was his father. The conflicting feelings taking him from his usual mindset and easier to trigger.

"Draigy, come here" came the voice of the Bloodknight causing the Feratu to turn quickly.

"What was with that reaction, Uncle J wasn't going to do hit you again" laughed the Bloodknight placing his heavy hand on the Vampire's shoulder.

"As I recall you were the one being struck, I also seem to recall you crying for the necromancer to save you" shot Draig shrugging the hand off.

Behind his helmet Jared narrowed his eyes and once again placed his hand on Draig's shoulder and squeezing.

"What was that you brat" Started Jared only for Gregory to show up laughing and knocking the Bloodknight's hand from Draig's shoulder again.

"Don't get mad because he knows which of us Uncle's is superior you rusted pile of scrap. Ha Ha, I actually seem to remember something similar." laughed Gregory patting Draig's back.

"Help me, Help me Gregory" laughed the Necromancer in a high pitched voice causing a smirk to come to Draig's face.

Jared stared at the two for a moment before grabbing Draig by the scruff of his neck and leaping into the distance.

'Damn rotting bag of bones, I am going to be the go to Uncle' thought Jared a determined look hidden beneath his helm.

Gregory laughed harder at the sight before drifting into the air, Zarra's summon going unanswered due to the interference of these two childish men.

However in the distance Zarra was smirking as he pointed his staff at the figure's flying through the sky.

'There can be only one' thought Zarra as he chuckled cruelly before he let a Black dot fly from the tip of his staff like a rifle.

'Two confirmed and one bogie' laughed Zarra as he watched that black dot hit Jared forcing him to drop Draig before it expanded and swallowed Gregory as well.

Swooping in quickly Zarra intended to catch Draig but instead found the Feratu levitating without issue causing him to deflate.

"What is you wanted Mage" called Draig watching as he came closer.

"Would it kill you to call me dad, you damn brat" sulked Zarra

"I don't want to find out" came the bland response.

"Fine. I called you so we could tune you up, you got all that power but no skill, no talent. In other words leech brat, you stink at fighting" explained Zarra causing Draig to raise a brow and narrow his eyes dangerously.

"I had you on the ropes along with your two goons" countered Draig causing the Mage to become deathly serious for once.

"Kid, I hate to break this to you but if we had actually been fighting you and Gregory wasn't in a standby corpse. You would have never touched us let alone wound one of us, your style is garbage, your attacks mere pale imitations, and your ability to link your skills together is apalling." spat Zarra with actual disgust on his face.

"On top of that, your blows are like pillows compared to what you should be capable of." added Jared as he walked to their location.

"Don't forget his terrible defense and poor use of magic" chimed Gregory gluing a few of his parts back together.

"Here Greg, you missed this one" said Jared tossing the Necromancer one of his digits.

Draig sat there and he glared cruelly at these three men, he was not convinced of their claims. He was confident he could stand toe to toe with any one of these jokers and come out on top.

"Oh? Have we struck a nerve, well suck it up. It's the truth, any idiot can do what you have been doing presented with your gifts. A genius would have left us unable to be holding this conversation today. Thats why I called you here, Jared, Gregory, and I are going to be taking you and the rest of these people here and putting you all through the ringer." stated Zarra with a cruel smile that reminded Draig of his own.

Draig expressed his discontent at having to be included with these pathetic wannabe monsters.

"I refuse to be grouped with a bunch of Fakes and Wannabes, I will not be involved in this little field trip of yours. If that's all then I'll be going" stated Draig making to turn around only to see the people of the Township standing there and glaring with hateful eyes again.

Draig laughed hard.

'So easy to change their opinion's' thought Draig

"Do you find something wrong with the words I have spoken?" asked Draig looking to them with a patronizing smile.

"Tell me where I am wrong, which of you has the blood of a monster running through your veins as I do? Which of you can say that you were hated and hunted for your existence" asked Draig causing those angry looks to become stifled.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.novelhall.comfor visiting.

"So your the Bloody Enchanter" came the female voice cutting through the air.

"Bloody Enchanter?" asked Draig having heard his Moniker for the first time.

"You don't even know your own title, sickening. Have you been living under a rock" demanded the girl as she stepped forward revealing Dark hair and a slender build and eyes with a touch of crimson.

Draig understood instantly and laughed even harder causing the girl to glare.

"Living under a rock? No. I have been occupying myself through different means, such as enslaving the Wolf tribes" admitted Draig causing Zarra to raise his brows in shock along with Jared and Gregory.

"So forgive me little Mortal for being to busy to worry about titles from the likes of humans" chuckled Draig.

The girl seemed to take offense and she seemed to undergo a transformation as her hair and build went to something similar to Draig before receiving his class.

Silver hair and pale skin and still partial crimson eyes stared at Draig causing him to laugh even harder.

"What's so funny" demanded the girl as she attempted to walk forward but Draig locked his eyes onto her causing her to freeze on the spot.

"Simple, you. None of the noble blood runs in your vein's, you have no access to any of the abilities of those branch families let alone mine and yet you dare to act so haughty before me. Your nothing more than a lowly human who was turned in the eyes of my society, mere cannon fodder." stated Draig cruelly as he walked up to this girl and ran his claw along her jaw drawing a thin line before depositing it into his tome.

There was no regeneration and Draig actually inspected her this time, crude claws hung from her finger tips and the scent of her blood was disgusting. It made him chuckle even further.

"Tell me is this the so called genius you speak of, some filthy imitator. Honestly, you should be ashamed to compare the two of us" sighed Draig looking towards Zarra who was still in shock from the comment about enslaving an entire race.

'I may have spoken too soon, Sherry isn't his match' thought Zarra who coughed to regain himself.

"She is" answered Zarra embarrassed by the current outcome.

"You really think this little of me" asked Draig though his patronizing persona was gone and his gaze had actually took an edge as he spoke.

Zarra choked on his tongue as he saw the situation was devolving due to his lack of information on his own son.

"Draig, it was my mistake. It is clear Sherry was not a suitable opponent for you, I have underestimated you and for that I apologize" started Zarra but then an angry yell erupted from behind Draig as Sherry swung her crude claws at the Feratu.

"Terrible decision" stated Draig as he became mist causing the girl to fall through his figure before a disembodied hand formed out the vapor and grabbed her by the neck.

"Not a single ounce of true Vampire Heritage in you and you thought something as pathetic as that would allow you to strike me. Founder be praised for this kind of person staying out of the Bloodline" exclaimed Draig throwing the girl at Zarra harshly.

"Hey brat, that was uncalled for" stated Jared taking a step forward.

However as he spoke a tiny clinking could be heard echoing in his armor causing confusion until Zarra noticed a tiny crystal mosquito floating out of Jared's helm and depositing yet another drop of blood in Draig's tome.

"BloodKnight indeed, very impressive. A Rare Dark class" stated Draig with a pleased look.

Jared stared for a second until he realized what had happened.

"You sneaky little bastard" stated Jared as he began walking forward intent showing Draig a thing or two.

However the loud sounds of crystals clinking together began to resound causing a deafening noise as the swarm flew from teh crowd and began depositing blood into the Tome one after another.

Though something Draig noticed during the process was Jared was holding his head and his knees were buckling.

'Interesting' thought Draig with a smirk.

Zarra saw the same and knew that it wouldn't be good for things to continue this way, after giving Sherry a pill so she could recover he tossed Jared away and decided to mediate a bit more seriously this time.