Night fell on the fortress soon enough as several figures made their way towards the castle walls each bruised and battered at different degrees.

"This is a good batch, a fews day later and their already trying to improve,"

On the fortress walls one of the elders lamented watching teams of summoners appear from within the forest into the fortress.

Naturally one couldn’t survive in the forests for too long, least they be met with monsters that were too much for them to handle.

"There’s a boy....brothel kid. I don’t..." to the side one of the elders tried to bring the attention of his superiors to a strange scene he had witnessed during the trials

But

He Was quickly shut down by his superior.

"Brothel kid? I don’t care about that any body can summon, if we paid attention to everyone are resources will be spread too thin" The man responded.

This Zack was a school teacher turned warrior that was recruited into the Alagr family years ago. Unfortunately he couldn’t get with the program even now.

Only the infulental had the right to be nurtured, only those with families that had contributed to the stronghold could be viewed with respect.

For a nobody like that brothel boy, all he could do was sit in his house and do manual labor, the clan had no reason to Nurture a nobody.

"Sigh" Zack, his short flowing hair sighed and didn’t say a word. He and tracked Ethan to his brothel house through his channels but the boy had left some days before.

He had been waiting to see him but he never came back....

At least not yet.

[You have slain an Ordinary beast]

[0/15 impaled Tier 9, 50/50 impaled ordinary]

[You have received a Treasured Weapon]

Staring at the carcass of a dead beast infront of him, Ethan sighed a strong and firm look on his face as his gaze wavered with exhaustion.

He had been out here for days now killing beasts, his meals were their dead carcasses, his water from spring, his shelter holes in the ground.

Ethen was not confused as to what his situation was in this place. The family clan would only support him as far as they could, what he gained had to be pried out of the hands on those who held it.

"That’s 50, I should head home to recuperate before attacking the Tier 9 bear" Ethan said to himself. He wasn’t emotional, his psychopathic disability did not allow him to be. However he knew his limits.

Even with the blood thirsty Vlad by his side his body had been over worked killing 50 beasts in just a few days.

He had to rest, or else the next corspe on the ground would be his.

Packing his bags and materials from his kills. Ethan finally picked a direction and lunged his bags home with the bloodied figure of Vlad behind him loomimg like a blood thirst beast.

Soon

They reached the stronghold gates in the dead of the night walking directly through the gates.

As Ethen entered a strange ominous feeling followed him causing him to pause and look through the corners of the streets alleys.

Unfortunately there was no one there,

Or so he thought.

Unknown to him, a feminine figure was closely watching his every step as he walked through the city with the bag over his back.

She was calm collected not in a rush as she knew her target was careful she didn’t come into close contact until she watched him walk into the brothel house and close the door behind him.

Immediately after the night went silent.

only her figure lingering in the dark watching with a methodical expression of cold and excitement