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Chapter 25 Reunion (Part 1)

Hundreds of miles away from the mountain cabin, in a mountain range, on a winding path, Anglie, sitting in a carriage, suddenly raised his head, his deep brown eyes turning into a clear blue in an instant.

His blue pupils resembled crystal-clear glass balls.

Eerie arcs of electricity flickered within. Anglie, raising his head, gazed into the void, as if looking at someone across the distance.

Lynn, who was sitting next to her reading a book, felt a little uncomfortable, and a feeling of nausea welled up in her heart for no reason.

It felt like I was being watched by something, and goosebumps rose on my neck.

But this feeling of being spied on only lasted for a very short time, and soon it disappeared.

Lynn glanced at the teacher beside him, but saw that Teacher Anglie did not react.

Lynn lowered his head and continued reading.

Perhaps it was the magnificent knowledge in the extraordinary world that attracted him. Lynn did not find reading boring at all. On the contrary, he found the content of the book very interesting, and the more he read and learned, the stronger this feeling became.

Mutology. My understanding of mutation studies grew through reading books.

Lynn discovered that he was not only improving in mutation studies, but also making significant progress in his knowledge of bloodlines.

"Sir, we will arrive at Bangor Port today," said old Kim.

After leaving the mountains, the carriage sped up, and the somewhat monotonous journey made Lynn a little bored.

As we drew closer, or neared Bangor Port, the thoughts in my heart gradually crept into my mind like silken threads.

Lynn gave a soft "hmm" through her nose and lifted the carriage curtain.

From the anticipation of boarding the carriage to the fatigue of the bumpy journey, the feelings were still somewhat complicated when it was finally known that the destination was about to be reached.

He was worried about hearing the bad news that his family members had met with an accident on the way, but he couldn't help but imagine the surprised and happy look on his parents' faces when they saw him.

"Thank you for your hard work," Lynn said.

Looking out the window, the sky in the distance seemed even bluer than inland, with fluffy white clouds drifting across it.

The trees on both sides were somewhat sparse, and the number of civilians on both sides of the main road gradually increased.

These ordinary people were dressed in fine clothes, with a wider variety of colors and styles than those in inland areas.

They smiled, talked in hushed tones, and occasionally bursts of laughter could be heard from the street.

Inland, it's rare to see women walking on the streets.

But here, women dressed in beautiful clothes walk down the street, heads held high, talking quietly with their companions. It's unclear what they're talking about, but occasionally, cheerful voices drift over.

When old Kim, who was driving the carriage, saw this scene, a hint of envy appeared in his eyes as he smoked his pipe.

I wish I could live here.

But I'll never have that chance in this lifetime.

He's too old; who knows how many more years he can keep working?

He just wants to make as much money as he can while he still can.

He gave the money he earned to his grandson and saved it for his son. As for himself—he was just an old ox, in his hometown, "ox" meant a hardworking ox.

"This is it, what do you think?"

Annika held her daughter warily, watching the group of people who had suddenly barged into her home.

In front of them were two slightly older men. The man on the left had a long, narrow scar on the corner of his mouth and was missing half of his eyebrow. The man on the right was short and stout, but had a more ferocious appearance with a face full of fleshy muscles.

Behind the two were a group of tall, burly men, and several more people were standing outside.

Other residents in the vicinity watched from a distance, not daring to approach.

Aside from the two men leading the way who were notorious hooligans from the slums, the group behind them were dressed smartly and looked like they were not ordinary people; they might even have connections to nobility.

A group of burly men dispersed behind them, and the man in the middle, wearing a round-rimmed monocle and a gray suit, walked over.

He looked Ava up and down.

Annika recognized that look in her eyes; she saw the same look when she went to the market to pick out meat.

"Not bad, we managed to fill one spot. Take it back." The man said, then turned and left.

Annika hugged her daughter, but she couldn't break free at all. Seeing Ava crying in pain from the struggle, Annika felt a pang of heartache. As soon as she loosened her grip, her daughter was snatched away.

The next moment, Ava was forcibly taken away by this group of people.

Annika chased after him, and the short, fat man suddenly kicked her hard in the stomach.

Annika was kicked to the ground, and two thugs rushed over and started punching and kicking her. In the chaos, someone kicked her hard in the head, and the woman lay on the ground unconscious.

A long time passed before the group of people left.

It was only then that a neighbor secretly came over to take a look and found Annika lying on the ground unconscious.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"The Hamilton family is so unlucky."

Someone peeked out, looked around, and then withdrew.

Some people shook their heads, saying that those people were probably nobles, and they couldn't afford to offend them.

In the evening, two men, one tall and one short, walked home together from the direction of the dock.

Hamilton was carrying a large, plump fish. Although there was a lot of blood on its scales and the fish wasn't very fresh, he had only spent 10 copper coins to get it from a fisherman.

Ava loves fish the most, so I'll cook a pot of delicious fish soup tonight. Ava is still growing, so she needs to eat well.

Hamilton put his left hand in his trouser pocket, touching the warm silver coins, feeling a sense of satisfaction. Perhaps he would be able to save enough money for rent in just a few days.

We'll move to a different place then. The seaside is too humid, and even as an adult man, he feels a slight ache in his knees every morning when he wakes up.

Stepping on the damp, moss-covered wooden planks, with the cold sea wind blowing in, Hamilton tightened his collar.

However, he didn't notice that the other people in the slums were looking at him strangely, but Borg, who was standing next to Hamilton, vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

But Borg was a quiet and introverted boy. Although he sensed something was wrong, he simply gripped his father's hand even tighter.

"What's wrong, Borg? Are you cold?" Hamilton asked with concern.

Borg shook his head.

"Hamilton." A man sitting on a small wooden stool in front of a nearby house suddenly called out to Hamilton.

Hamilton turned around and recognized that it was Bart who had called out to him.

This man was a fellow villager who fled the town with him. He used to be a carpenter in town and also ran a small general store. He had some skills.

During their escape, the two families helped each other.

However, Bart injured his leg while fleeing, and now he barely makes a living by doing some carpentry work for others.

"Haha, Bart, want to come over to my place for some soup tonight?" Hamilton laughed heartily.

Bart was silent for a moment before saying, "You should go home and check on Annika."

After saying that, Bart lowered his head and continued polishing the stool in his hands.

Hamilton was taken aback, and upon hearing Bart's words, he vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

He quickly ran towards his home.

Seeing the door slightly ajar, Hamilton quickly pushed it open.

Upon seeing Annika lying on the ground, barely breathing, and Ava missing from the house, the man's eyes immediately reddened.

"Annika!"

He carried Annika to the bed; his wife's forehead was as cold as ice, and her breathing was very weak.

The honest and simple man was so flustered that he told Barton to stay home and boil water to take care of his mother while he rushed off to fetch a doctor.

It was windy outside at night, and the old doctor was reluctant to go out. But when he saw the man with red, bloodshot eyes offering double the consultation fee, the sixty-something-year-old doctor reluctantly carried his medical kit to Hamilton's house.

The old doctor examined Annika's body and shook his head. "The cold has entered her body. There's a wound on the back of her head and bruises on her stomach, which may have damaged her internal organs. The main problem is that the cold air entered her body after the injury. Even if she can be cured, it will take a long time to recover and she will have sequelae. Fortunately, her physical condition is quite good. Someone with a weaker body would not have suffered any of these effects."

Even if you recover, you probably won't be able to do heavy work. Treatment will cost a lot of money; are you sure you want to get it done? It's not that my fees are high, it's just that many medications are expensive.

Hamilton plucked out a dozen silver coins from a corner crack, and then took out hidden silver coins from various corners of the house, piling them up in a small heap on the bed.

"Is this enough money?"

"The follow-up medication will definitely not be enough, but it's enough for now." The old doctor shook his head, then nodded. After hesitating for a moment, he reminded him, "Are you sure you want to save her? This will bankrupt your family."

He had seen too many similar examples where an illness could plunge a family into a deep abyss.

Hamilton gritted his teeth and nodded. He had to save her, he absolutely had to. He would work two jobs to earn money to save her. He had already suffered the pain of losing his son; he couldn't afford to lose his wife as well.

And then there was the missing Ava. At that moment, the man, far from home, suddenly felt a profound sense of powerlessness.

(End of this chapter)