Mixed Blessing System

While Lothur was studying his three spiritual professions with the books he had earned earlier, Mabel and Aiken were walking through this estate.

The two had serious expressions on their faces as a group of Frost family guards accompanied them.

Each of these people had curious looks on their faces, not entirely understanding what was going on.

But as soon as they reached the door of Simon’s house, they understood that something strange was about to happen.

Pa! Pa!

“Simon, open the door.” Aiken roared, already knowing that his uncle was inside that house.

After a few seconds, the door opened, and Tobias appeared, along with his father and mother coming right behind, all with unhappy expressions.

“Aiken? What’s up? Why are you here at this hour?” The patriarch’s uncle asked without understanding the situation, not even considering the possibility that he had been discovered.

So, in this instant, he had an expression that made him look totally honest, as if he had never made a mistake in his life.

But Mabel and Aiken had already seen too much suspicious behavior from this man on this day and on others to suspect that Lothur was telling the truth.

At the same time, their investigations of this man had shown some disappearances of Simon that corroborated their suspicions.

Aiken then said even though he did not like the situation at all. “Simon, I am removing you from the position of family elder as well as the position of head of security.”

“What?” Simon’s wife exclaimed in surprise, already beginning to show unhappiness on her face.

On the other hand, Simon became extremely serious at this point, finally beginning to grow suspicious. “What are you talking about? What’s the problem?”

“Besides losing your position, you will be under house arrest from now on,” Aiken firmly said and then looked at the guards there. “Watch this place, and don’t allow my uncle to leave or anyone other than his son and wife to enter.”

Everyone was surprised at this, and Simon was starting to turn red.

“Aiken, what are you talking about? Why are you trying to do this to your uncle?” That man’s wife questioned in an already irritated tone.

“Simon, you are being very suspicious in your actions,” Mabel said in an icy tone, making that woman over there shut her mouth immediately. “You seem to be plotting against the Frost family… Admit your crimes now, and let’s settle this without further problems for the family.”

Simon clenched his fists, but there was nothing he could do now. With Mabel there, he had no chance of escaping.

At the same time, for the time being, these people did not seem to be sure of his crimes. So reacting would be like shooting himself in the foot! 𝑜𝑣𝘭.𝘯𝑡

‘Damn it!’

‘How did they find out?’ He wondered but soon tried to calm himself down to make a move that would give him time and other chances to pursue his power project.

Simon had lost the chance to become the family patriarch when his older brother died because, at that time, Aiken had just married Mabel, who was already very talented in those days.

Because of Mabel, Aiken was chosen as the organization’s patriarch instead of Simon, creating a grudge that existed for more than a century!

At first, Simon had been very jealous but thought to accept his fate. But then, 30 years ago, an opportunity arose for him to become part of a group with interests that converged with his own.

Since then, he had been working towards this moment, helping the enemies of House Frost to weaken this organization.

But just when he was so close to achieving his goals, such a thing happened… It was truly a great misfortune!

But 30 years of work could not be easily thrown away, and he knew this was not the end yet!

‘Damn it! I have to accept this for the moment… But I’ll win in the end, wretch.’ He glared at Aiken. ‘Soon, my group will act against the family during the Secret Realm, so I won’t have to be humiliated for long!’

He then said. “I am very disappointed in you, Aiken…” He looked at that man with a disgusted expression on his face. “If my brother were alive, he would be surprised at how his son has gone so far as to distrust his own family.”

Aiken clenched his fists as Mabel looked at that person and felt that he was even more guilty than they suspected.

Simon continued. “But that’s fine. I won’t make it difficult for you. I know that my innocence will be verified in a short time.”

The guards in the surrounding area heard this and felt strange but appreciated that their former boss had accepted this.

At the same time, Simon’s son and wife had much to ask this man, but they saved their thoughts for later as they watched Aiken sigh in relief.

This man had not yet given up that his uncle might be innocent, that such a thing might be a misunderstanding. Therefore, hearing that Simon was willing to cooperate made him feel much better.

“Come on, do your job.” The patriarch told the guards, who soon began placing formations over Simon’s body to seal off this man’s cultivation.

Simon was much stronger than these guards, so them watching him when he had all his power was the same as nothing. Because of this, he had to have his cultivation sealed to stay under house detention.

In this way, it was not long before Aiken and Mabel left that place, with both of them feeling less worse about Simon’s possible betrayal but still worried.

…

Meanwhile, in an extreme place in Leopoldine, where ordinary people would shiver in fear just at the sounds of the swaying trees, a group was camping in the middle of that area.

In this group, which had several spiritual beasts to pull the carriages there and more than a dozen people, the strongest sat around a fire, eating and drinking.

Among them, no one was weaker than a Nascent Soul Transcendent, one level above Viktoria and Annaliese’s mother.

They dressed like ordinary people, but some had scars or even ways of looking that would show that they were not ordinary, even if one could not sense their auras.

Among them was a man about two meters tall, with silver hair and light skin, sitting in the central position where all the others seemed to be facing him.

He had a smile on his face, dirt-soiled skin, and a scar on his nose, which did nothing to diminish his good looks. On the contrary, it only made him look more distinguished.

“Boss, I have news of the brat Lothur.” A man standing beside a tree with an eagle on his forearm said while holding a scroll.

“Oh? What is it?” A woman next to that man, the so-called boss, asked in his place, as he seemed interested in the fire in front of him.

The person in question said. “It seems he has undone some of the seals on his body.”

“He’s a cultivator now!”