One-Eyed Monster

Perkins’ words left everyone stunned.

Being the adopted son of Governor Rostov, this identity was quite delicate, and no one had heard of it before, which caused everyone’s mouth to drop in surprise.

Nakasha thought to himself, if this was true, he was truly out of luck, having offended someone he shouldn’t have. He could tell from Young Master Hustace’s expression that there was a seventy to eighty percent chance this was true and felt doomed.

”Hustace, is he telling the truth?” Igor turned to Hustace, hoping for an accurate answer.

”Yes, he’s my father’s adopted son; at that time, my father hadn’t moved into the Twin Star Grand Hall.”

Hustace was only about ten years old, and Rostov becoming the Governor of Luona was also fifteen years ago, back then Hustace was just a child.

Very few people knew about Rostov’s family affairs before he became governor, so it’s understandable that these League Guards were unaware of this.

”Then I believe he is Perkins.” Igor no longer hesitated and walked over to Hustace, ”I didn’t expect you to have a brother.”

Perkins chuckled, ”Very well, does anyone else have any questions? I’ve broken ground successfully.”

A moment of silence.

”No one?”

Now, those League Guards were all fearful of making another mistake after offending a real aristocrat, knowing another misstep could bring grave consequences.

At that moment, Stan Sol stepped forward, he carefully gazed at Perkins for a moment, then turned and prepared to leave.

”Wait,” Perkins also fixated on Stan Sol when he was being watched by him, suddenly finding this guy somewhat familiar.

Stan Sol glanced back at Perkins, saying nothing, as he was at a loss for words.

”Are you Tobin?” Perkins inquired.

In this instant, Stan Sol’s body trembled, hearing this name surely evoked something.

”Oh oh, no, no, I made a mistake, Tobin couldn’t have such a young face.” Perkins quickly corrected himself, ”So what’s your relation to Tobin, judging from the ancient cloak you’re wearing, it seems like you’re from an extinct creature, one only ancient Hunters could capture.”

Stan Sol remained silent, his body trembling.

”The Tobin you mentioned is his brother,” Igor said, speaking on behalf of Stan Sol.

”Oh, no wonder, no wonder, they really do look alike.”

Inside, Stan Sol was excited; after such a long journey, finally, someone brought up Tobin, confirming he was on the right path!

”Sol wants to know how you know Tobin.” Igor continued to question on Stan Sol’s behalf.

By now, Nakasha and the others had backed off. As League Guards of Governor Rostov, no one was unaware of Tobin, as he was the founder of the Thunder Army and the greatest contributor to Governor Rostov’s rise.

Although Perkins had mistaken him, the fact that he had mistaken him for Tobin’s brother meant he had met Tobin in person, inadvertently proving his connection to Rostov’s family. Because only Rostov’s family had seen Tobin.

”Tobin and I were very good friends. Later, I went to travel the world and lost contact with him. Wasn’t he always working for my foster father?”

”Yes,” Hustace said, ”But now to see Tobin, you need father’s permission, and it’s generally difficult for people to meet Tobin.”

”Such is the case. My foster father really is something, causing all this unnecessary trouble. I should have taken Tobin away with me to explore the world back then.”

Perkins and Hustace, considered brothers, immediately started chatting about this topic, not caring what others were doing.

”Sol also wants to know, has Tobin been mistreated?” Igor coldly asked, representing Stan Sol at this moment.

”Mistreated, how could he be, my foster father treats him like a treasure,” Perkins said, feeling very surprised by this question.

Stan Sol took a deep breath, then turned to face Igor, who understood and continued, ”Sol believes you because you don’t carry the aura of deceit, but Sol hopes you suppress your emotions and get on the road quickly, he needs to find his brother.”

”Right, you reminded me, we need to get going so we can still make it back for the Farewell to the Old Festival.”

”Indeed, Father will probably be thrilled to see you,” Hustace also seemed excited.

”But, there’s no one to drive my carriage. All my priceless belongings are on it, and I can’t drive.”

”That’s nothing to worry about, hahaha, Qi Liu!” Hustace called out, and Qi Liu stumbled out of the steam car, almost tripping.

”What is it, young master?” Qi Liu asked hastily, afraid of missing anything important.

”Drive for us.”

”I can’t drive a steam car!” Qi Liu rubbed his eyes, still suffering from a hangover, not noticing a carriage in front of him.

”No, it’s a carriage, which you’re well-versed with.”

”Ah?” Qi Liu looked at the carriage in surprise, suddenly half-sobered by the revelation.

How did a carriage appear out of nowhere?

However, Hustace’s orders were orders, and he had no intention to disobey them.

Thus, Hustace, Igor, Stan Sol, Perkins, and Nakasha all switched to the carriage. The two brothers naturally had plenty to talk about, so sitting together was no problem. Stan Sol wanted to keep an eye on Hustace, so he joined too. Nakasha had to watch Stan Sol, hence he tagged along too. As for Igor, he was pulled into the carriage by Hustace.

”Giddy up!” Qi Liu expertly snapped the whip, and the carriage began to creak forward, followed by three steam cars, traveling at practically the same speed as the carriage.

”Brother Perkins, this is Igor, my friend, just like Qi Liu.”

”Is he Qikasimu’s sixth child?” Perkins asked.

”Uh, yes, he’s also my friend.”

”Hahaha, I didn’t expect you’d be friends with Qikasimu’s son. Qikasimu is such a character. You know, as his friend, I once advised him not to name his children that way, but he didn’t listen. He said not knowing his own surname, he could only name them with the first syllable of his name. Qi Da, Qi Er, hahaha. So, has old Qikasimu retired, enjoying his life, with so many children he has?”

”Uh, no.” Hustace wasn’t sure what to say, he initially thought Perkins would find it strange that he was friends with a stable hand’s child, yet here Perkins himself was friends with a stable hand.

”Heh heh, that old Qikasimu, still not resting with those old bones?”

”He, both his sons died on the battlefield.”

”Hm?” Perkins was taken aback.