Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 446 Brother and Sister
"Are you really Brother Rean?"

When Rean returned home, he was met with a cold question.

Even someone who doesn't know the girl at all can sense the fear and even despair in her hoarse and wavering voice.

The younger sister looked at her brother, who had just walked in, the only family member she truly acknowledged, only to find that he was unrecognizable.

Upon hearing this, Rean was taken aback.

But upon hearing that familiar yet unfamiliar voice, fragments of memories deep within my soul were instantly activated. I cannot let her be sad, at least not me.

In an instant, the previously complicated and fragmented memories became clear.

The look of surprise froze for a moment before turning into a smile.

That was a smile that Rean himself was not familiar with. In Sallyman's eyes from behind, it seemed like a different person. The boy was reserved with a hint of ingratiation. The boy who smiled was probably not cheerful, but because he would be attacked if he didn't smile.

The next moment, the polite smile transformed into a calm and natural one because of the person in front of him.

In the past, it was only for one person.

"My little princess, have you forgotten your brother so quickly? Who made your tears so cheap?"

The lyrics, sung with exaggerated arias, are a secret language spoken only in solitude.

Rean Sudar, who is not good at communicating, uses operatic arias to coax his little sister.

"I'm not a princess. Ugh, brother, don't try to coax me like a child."

Instantly, the girl stopped crying and started laughing.

In an instant, the previous barriers vanished, and the genuine warmth between them was undeniable, as were the looks in the eyes of family members. Sallyman, standing behind them, also breathed a sigh of relief.

The head of the branch family had actually noticed that Mina's daily visits were not only to get closer to her, but also because she hoped to see Rean as soon as possible. She was looking forward to an outcome, even if it wasn't a future she could accept.

"Thank goodness." Sallyman breathed a sigh of relief and waved to Rean with a smile.

"Welcome home."

"I am back."

As she calmly accepted the luggage, little Lana, whose parents, including Sallyman, noticed the child following behind, had a remarkably mature look in her eyes.

She just stared intently at the "little princess" who had suddenly appeared.

"Sister Sallyman!" The girl started making a fuss again, her eyes still fixed on Mina Sudar.

"Hello, are you little Lana? I'm Rean's younger sister. Hello, you can call me Sister Mina." Mina lowered her body, feeling relieved, and happily interacted with her new sister.

"Brother...friend's sister?" The little guy's eyes turned into lion eyes.

In that instant, Mina shivered; she felt as if she were being watched by some ferocious beast.

"When did you arrive? This road is difficult to travel. How did you get here?"

At this moment, Rean, who had come to his senses, asked about the situation.

Based on his understanding of the Sudar family, he knew they had ulterior motives for sending Mina over. Even a useless female member could be used for marriage alliances to win over powerful family members; they couldn't just waste her like that.

The nobility were the power holders of this era, and their decision-makers never wasted resources.
"It was my brother Kane who brought me here, along with the delegation from various nations."

Instantly, Rean's expression fell, his pleasant look turning into disgust. This scene made Mina feel even more at ease.

She was also in the mood to see how her brother, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, had changed.

Yeah, they're completely different people; there's nothing in common between them.

The brother Rean I remember always wore a meaningless weariness and worry, cautiously eking out a living within the family, trying his best not to offend anyone. After being completely abandoned by the family, he simply ignored everyone and gave up entirely. He didn't care, didn't concern himself, and wasn't even interested in his own life or death. He was a lost soul, good at nothing and directionless, a useless brother.
"But he is my favorite, and also my favorite brother."

Unbeknownst to her, the smiling younger sister suddenly shed tears.

My brother is still alive and well, and he has even made his own way in the world, with his own career and even a girlfriend. That's wonderful.

"elder brother?"

"Ok?"

Congratulations! That's great!

"Oh."
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Mina didn't stay there for long; she soon said goodbye and left.

Her departure left Rean with a bittersweet feeling of reluctance, but also a sense of relief.

Rean knew he was Rean, but he was not only Rean. He somewhat understood how awkward and subtle it must have felt for those heroic spirits to look at him.

“That almost scared me to death. Uh, I don’t think I need to be uneasy. I really am Rean.”

Rean felt a little numb. He imagined how conflicted each of his long-dormant souls must feel when they awoke before their deaths and realized, "I am who I am."

"How is it? What happened when I left?"

"Your teacher and His Highness both want to see you and ask you to come over after you return."

"Anything else? There must have been quite a few things going on lately."

"There are two things to be aware of in the dock area. One is that two more groups of half-elves have arrived, and they have a massive, sea monster-sized ship that they are doing business at the docks."

This might be why Professor Rean sought him out; the half-elf tribes, who had originally agreed to meet him, began to gradually settle in Radiant City.

Rean nodded; this was actually a good thing.

Foreign immigrants are divided into many categories, with dark elves being the most resistant, as their presence significantly increases the crime rate.

For non-racist orcs, half-elves are a more popular class because they are not actually a "race," lack cultural heritage and aggression, have lower material needs, and often have considerable assets.

This is not about financial wealth, but about wealth in terms of "unique rarity" and "history".

Most of the half-elf race are either products of misfortune or unlucky individuals who gradually descend into misfortune. Those lucky half-elves have no need to leave their homes with both parents to join other half-elves in forming a race.

Elves and most other creatures can easily outlive their mortal parents, then gradually sever all social ties, becoming outcasts in their homeland, and eventually becoming wanderers or exiles.

They had experienced a lot, and if they hadn't died on the journey and had re-established stable social relationships with other half-elves, they were often quite old.

Along the way, they also collected a lot of skills, knowledge, materials, and treasures. Perhaps they themselves had nothing, but they knew much more than ordinary people.

Compared to the average wealth of a race, they may not be considered a wealthy race, but there are always some exceptional individuals within a race, and Rean's mentor is probably one of them.

Half-elves often live alone in the mountains and wilderness, trying to stay away from elves and beastmen. If it weren't for the impending demonic tide, continuing to live like this would have a high chance of making them targets for plunder in the war, and they wouldn't need to find a country to seek refuge in.

Too powerful a country is not good either, they will be completely devoured. A relatively weak country located on the edge of the continent is the most suitable. That is why Rean's Grand Mage mentor came more than ten years ago, and now he is just carrying out the relocation according to plan.

To endure this alone? No, their numbers are too small. They must infiltrate other groups and weather the crisis together.

This is a tragic lesson from history, but also the survival wisdom of a weaker group.

Radiant City would certainly welcome them; the city needed all its power and wealth, and the half-elves were by no means weak.

"interesting."

Looking at the enormous dragon turtle, a "super ship" that resembled a moving island, Rean couldn't help but marvel at how wealthy the half-elves truly were.

(End of this chapter)