Fredrinn Firecrown: The Weakest Villain

Inside the family clinic, a wrinkled old man was peacefully leaning on his chair when he suddenly heard a series of footsteps outside. "Hm?"

"Greetings, Doctor Noel!" Olivia bowed at the old doctor the moment they entered the clinic.

The old doctor squinted his eyes. "Aren't you the girl working for Lord Fredrinn?" He was already familiar with her since Fredrinn was always sent to the clinic in the past.

"Doctor, these men are warriors from Lord Fredrinn's guards unit. Please take care of them." Olivia pointed at the muscular man and his five cronies.

Doctor Noel put on his glasses. Although he was a Core Formation martial practitioner, he couldn't escape the deterioration of his body that was brought upon by his age. His eyesight had become terrible and he was also afflicted by other health issues. Luckily for him, he wasn't part of the family's combat force.

The old doctor inspected their injuries before he sent a signal to four young nurses. "Bring them to the sick room and tend to their injuries. They only have superficial wounds so you four should be able to deal with them by yourselves." He instructed.

The four young nurses nodded and guided the patients inside the sick room.

"Who is this gentleman?" Doctor Noel stared at Cain who was standing behind Olivia. He could tell that this scar-faced man was dangerous based on the gloomy aura he exuded. 'Just how many people did this guy kill for him to possess such dreadful aura?'

"Oh! This is Sir Cain. He still doesn't have a formal title, but he works as Lord Fredrinn's right-hand man." Olivia responded to his query.

"I see." Doctor Noel nodded upon hearing that. "You two can take a seat anywhere. Do you want me to grab something for you to drink?"

"There is no need to trouble you, Doctor Noel."

"It's fine. I don't have anything to do today so I might as well entertain you two with some gossip."

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Meanwhile, inside the sick room, the four young nurses had already started the treatment.

"Sir Aurelius, are we going to do nothing after being humiliated in front of everyone?" One of the injured men asked with a face full of sweat.

The muscular man named Aurelius snorted at his words. "Haven't you seen what that scar-faced man did?!" He was feeling a bit regretful that he had provoked Fredrinn over something so trivial. It was only a moment of jealousy, but he let it get over his head.

The man who was reprimanded lowered his head. He shivered when he recalled the beating he had gone through under the hands of Cain. "Just who is that man?"

"I have no idea." Aurelius sighed and shook his head. He was worried that his brother would hear about the conflict. He could already imagine the scene of him being scolded. Thinking about this, he slumped into the bed with a stressed look.

Soon, the young nurses had bandaged their wounds and left after giving them some medicine.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Sir Gunnar?" Aurelius and the others were surprised to see him. This man rarely spoke to them and he never took the initiative to meet them. However, something was different about him now. He looked visibly radiant as if he was filled with anticipation for the future.

Gunnar nodded to them. "Sir Aurelius Gorgon, Lord Fredrinn has appointed you as the deputy captain of his guards unit. Here is your uniform and your sword." He skipped the useless formalities and directly cut to the chase.

"Me? Deputy Captain?" Aurelius was stunned by his words. He thought that he would receive a punishment for provoking Fredrinn. He never would have thought that he would actually be promoted.

He absentmindedly received his uniform and sword. With one look, he could tell that they were special. "According to Lord Fredrinn, your uniform can withstand the attacks of Core Formation martial practitioners. As for your sword, it is made…"

Aurelius couldn't believe his ears. 'Why did that guy give me such valuable items?' He never had any amicable encounter with Fredrinn in the past few years so he was shocked by the unexpected gift.

Gunnar ignored him and distributed the uniforms and swords to the five remaining men.

"You guys listen carefully. Lord Fredrinn has given us a task to destroy a group called the Snake Gang. They are active in…" Gunnar meticulously explained the things that Fredrinn had announced earlier.

Aurelius might be stubborn, but he wasn't an ungrateful man. After receiving Fredrinn's gift, he attentively listened to Gunnar's words.

"The guards unit will be training in the next three days. You guys better show up if you don't want to be punished. Do you understand?" Gunnar sternly looked at them.

"Yes, sir!"

"Good. I'll give you the entire morning to rest, but you must head to the open field after lunch to join group training." Gunnar didn't stay for long and he left after giving them a few more reminders.

After sending him off, Aurelius glanced at the uniform and sword that he received with a complicated look on his face.

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The next day, a messenger from the Blackcrow Household arrived.

"Greetings, Patriarch Roland." The messenger was a middle-aged man in his forties. He also came with two more people. One was a young woman in her early twenties and the other one was an old man in his sixties.

Roland's gaze went past the messenger and stopped at the young woman behind him. "You have grown into a beautiful woman, Miss Agatha."

The young woman named Agatha shook her head. "I don't deserve your praise, Patriarch Roland."

Roland didn't expect that the Blackcrow Household would send their second heir together with the messenger.

"The gentleman behind you should be Sir Owen, the man known as 'The Black Viper'." His gaze moved toward the elder behind Agatha when he said those words.

As for the so-called messenger, Roland treated him like air. The guy was only a backdrop who served as Agatha's spokesperson.