Chapter 55 The Gathering Of The Remington Clan [Part 2]

Chapter 55 The Gathering Of The Remington Clan [Part 2]

Thirteen walked confidently towards the dessert area, while taking in the sights and sounds of everything around him.

He had memorized the faces of the most important people in the continent of Aldebaran days ago by looking up their information on the Internet.

A simple Googal search was enough to see their faces, and the field that they were working in.

Of course, Thirteen didn't know everyone because that would be impossible.

But he knew the most important ones, those who held significant power and influence in the continent of Aldebaran.

Just a glance was enough to see that even the upper class had their own circles, and people that they didn't get along with.

Thirteen was paying close attention to which groups were with who, so that when he needed to expand his operations, he would know which side to pick.

But, there was only one problem.

Leah, the youngest daughter of Elijah and Vivian, was following him like a tail. Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

"Is there something I can help you with?" Thirteen asked the girl, who was the same age as him.

Leah shook her head. "My mom said that I should look after you today."

"By looking after me, you mean following me?"

"Yes."

Thirteen tilted his head to the side, but in the end, he didn't tell Leah to mind her own business.

"It must be hard on you," Thirteen said with a smile.

"It is." Leah nodded. "But, you're different from your brother. He looks like he is about to cry any moment, but you are calm and at ease."

"Pfft!" Thirteen wasn't able to stop himself from chukling after hearing Leah's positive comment about his brother, Mikhail.

"He's just tense," Thirteen glanced at his brother, who couldn't help but look at the beautiful girls, who were around his age, in the event hall.

The ladies in their family were beautiful, but in the end they were his family.

'Ashford.' Thirteen narrowed his eyes as he looked at the handsome young man with red hair and green eyes.

He had a grudge against the Head of the Ashford Clan because he was the same person who had killed his former Host.

Thirteen didn't have any quarrel with the entirety of the Ashford Clan because he knew that the children couldn't choose who their fathers or mothers would be.

They just so happen to share the same name, so Thirteen didn't think much of them.

He might be a vengeful person, but he wasn't someone who would target the innocent.

As a System, and as a human, he had his bottom line.

He didn't care if their surnames were Ashford, Griffin, Elrod, Stallard, or Remington. His vengeance only extended to some people, and not their entire bloodline.

Of course, if they antagonized him, that was a different matter. Anyone who dared to hurt him, or his family, would suffer the consequences of their actions.

Suddenly, a loud voice reverberated in the surroundings of the venue.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please," the host of the event, Theodore Remington, said with a smile on his face. "Now that the majority of you have eaten and drunk your fill, it is now time for some entertainment.

"However, since this event was made for the members of the young generation, they will play the role of entertaining everyone here by showing off their amazing skills in front of everyone."

Thirteen smirked because he had already expected something like this to happen.

With so many competitive members of the young generation, it was only natural for them to showcase their skills in order to impress the Five Monarch Clans, as well as the Ten Prestigious Families.

Not all the children here were affiliated, and some of them were looking for Sponsors and possible new Masters, who would help them survive, and grow in Solterra.

'Standing on the shoulders of giants is the fastest way to grow in this world,' Thirteen mused before glancing at his brother, who had a look of curiosity on his face.

Although Mikhail wasn't a battle junkie, he was still very interested in fighting. In fact, ever since he received his Martial Technique, he made sure to train hard everyday.

The seven-year-old exchanged a glance with his brother, and the latter nodded his head in understanding.

'It's showtime,' Thirteen smiled.

He had personally trained Mikhail, so he understood how strong he was.

However, Thirteen wanted to know just how Mikhail would measure up against the talented members of the Monarch Clans, as well as the geniuses of the Ten Prestigious Families.