Fredrinn Firecrown: The Weakest Villain

'A Master Magician…' Fredrinn thought when he saw the emblem on the old man's chest.

[Nascent Soul 4th Layer]

To receive the title of a Master Magician, one has to be in the Nascent Soul realm. Other than that, one had to publish five theses on elemental spells or spell formulas. Because of these requirements, there were only twenty Master Magicians registered in the Magic Tower.

"Hello, Sir Roland! I'm Master Magician Kennard Silverworth. It's a pleasure to meet you." The old man smiled.

"The pleasure is mine, Master Magician Kennard." Roland smiled as he shook hands with the old man.

The old man turned his gaze to Fredrinn and said. "This must be Sir Fredrinn Firecrown. I've heard a lot about you."

"I have nothing but empty fame, Master Magician." Fredrinn humbly bowed.

The old man turned his head to Argus, but he quickly retracted his gaze.

Argus was dressed like a guard so the old man probably thought that he was simply a bodyguard

They exchanged pleasantries before the old man brought them to the top floors of the tower.

"I know you guys are here to see, Master Magician Andre, but you might be disappointed." The old man sighed while shaking his head.

Roland and Fredrinn revealed puzzled expressions.

"You see… Master Magician Andre has been in closed-door training for several months now. He strictly forbade everyone from disturbing him so his office is off limits…" The old master magician had a look of difficulty when he mentioned this.

"Is that so? What a pity…" Roland sighed in disappointment.

"There is a waiting area outside his office. You can wait for him there. Actually, I have a way to contact him, but…" the old man hesitated.

"What is it, Master Magician? Please tell us." Roland stared at him in anticipation.

The old man contemplated for a moment before he took out a communication device from his pocket. "Before he went into seclusion, he gave me this communication device. He told me to notify him only if the situation is urgent… When I heard that the Firecrown Household was at war with the Blackcrow Household, I almost used this device.

Luckily, someone told me that you have already successfully defeated them. Anyway, I'll give this to you. You can decide whether you'll call him or not…"

Roland took the communication device from him. "Thank you, Master Magician."

"There's no need to thank me."

"That right there is his office. Don't come close to the door. You might trigger the electrocution array that he placed there." The old man warned.

"I understand." Roland nodded.

"In that case, I will excuse myself. Just call me if you need anything. You can find me on the second floor." The old man left in a hurry. From the looks of it, he had a lot of things to do. The fact that he made some time to escort them was enough to show that he had a good impression of the Firecrown Household.

"What should we do? Are you going to use that device to notify him that we're here?" Fredrinn stared at his father. He wanted to see his uncle, but they had more urgent matters to deal with.

"Let's wait here for half a day. If he is not out by then, we will leave the tower." Roland replied.

After they had decided, they stayed in the waiting area.

An hour later, Cain arrived and told them that they had already found an inn.

"You guys can rest for the time being. We will be staying at the tower for half a day. Once we settle everything here, we'll go there." Fredrinn sent Cain off and returned to the waiting area.

A few more hours passed by, but the door remained shut.

Just as Roland was about to say something, the communication device in his hand suddenly lit up. "Hey, Kennard! Tell someone to bring me a pot of freshly made tea."

Hearing this, Roland and Fredrinn stared at each other in surprise.

"Hey! Why are you not speaking? Are you deaf?" This time, the person on the other end sounded annoyed.

Fredrinn sent his father an encouraging look.

Roland nodded and pressed the device. "Andre, it's me…" His voice quivered.

"Huh? That voice… Roland, is that you?"

"That's right. You better come out of your office! Your nephew is also here to see you. I brought him with me."

"You mean that little bastard, Fredrinn?! Why did you bring him here?! He'll only make a mess in the tower!"

Roland chuckled at his words, while Fredrinn could only helplessly shake his head. Although his uncle has been in the tower, he still kept tabs on the news in Red Sun City and the Firecrown Household.

A moment later, the door was smashed from the inside and a middle-aged man wearing spectacles stormed out with a dark look on his face.

Fredrinn's face froze when he saw this person. Was this still the kind and gentle uncle in his predecessor's memories?

When the middle-aged man saw Roland, his face brightened. "You're really here! It's been a while!" It was then that he noticed Fredrinn who was standing behind Roland.

"Uhm… hello, uncle." Fredrinn awkwardly greeted.

Andre snorted at him. "Why did you bring that bastard here?" He looked at Roland with displeasure.

"Hahaha! Cut him some slack. I will tell you everything you missed during your seclusion. Listen well if you don't want to be beaten up by your nephew." Roland guffawed.

Andre frowned. "Huh? What do you mean?"