"V-Lucien? Why the hell did you slap your own gramps? What kind of upbringing did you have?" Brad asked with puffy eyes, trying to put on airs of a senior chiding his junior.
Viktor chuckled and said in a low voice, "Brad, you don't have to pretend before this girl. She knows who I am."
Brad's expression immediately changed into an awkward one as he scratched his head, "Ohoho, I didn't know this young maiden already knew my friend. You became his girlfriend already? Good, good."
Ayana had a stupefied expression as she said with a reddened face, "Wha-What?? No! Of course, not."
However, Brad seemed to not hear her as he was feeling confused, "Wait...why am I here? Weren't we supposed to roam around the Wailing Hills? Last thing I remember...."
"You were too tired after roaming for a while and decided to take a small nap in our camps. Don't you remember coming here?" Ayana asked Brad candidly, to which Brad had a blinking expression as if he was trying his best to remember.
He then nodded, "Yes...yes…I remember...I indeed was feeling tired. Thank you for setting up camps for us. Phew, these old bones are getting tired faster than I expected," Brad sighed with a head shake while Viktor gave an astonished look at Ayana to see that their spell had worked beautifully.
He couldn't help but think how dangerous yet handy these Fujo clan people could be. If these people wanted to take over the world or something, who could possibly stop them? Of course, that was considering he didn't interfere.
But after knowing Nyissa, Oben and Ayana, Viktor knew he didn't have to worry about such things since these people only cared about the safety of the world.
Suddenly, three young maidens, each prettier than even the best models in the country but still a tad less charming than Ayana, dressed in traditional robes, entered the camp and looked in Viktor's direction.
Ayana knitted her brows since she recognized these three as the head servants of Nyissa in the Fujo Clan and wondered if they were here just as she speculated.
The three servants bowed before Viktor and said in a respectful tone with graceful expressions, "Master Viktor, please follow us. Our Young Mistress invites you to our clan as a guest, and we were hoping that you would be kind enough to accept."
Viktor subtly smiled and said, "Sure. But I have my friend here as well. Can he come? I will only come with you people if he can come as well," Viktor didn't want to leave Brad alone, especially since he was old and it was not right to leave him behind.
The three young women suddenly had difficult expressions as they subtly glanced at each other, wondering how to respond to Viktor's requests since their orders only concerned Viktor.
Strangers and uninvited people were forbidden to enter their clan grounds, and even in the case of Viktor, they were astonished since they had never before heard about this man but thought that he must be some low-key bigshot they never knew.
"Does he know?" Ayana asked Viktor, and Viktor understood that she was asking about Brad.
"Of course, he does," Viktor said to which Ayana sighed and said to the three servants, "It's okay. His friend can come with us too. I am sure my Master would approve of it. You three don't have to worry about it," Ayana confidently said.
"Sure, Lady Ayana," The three women bowed towards Ayana as well in agreement, feeling relieved that Ayana took the responsibility. Since Ayana was the direct disciple of Nyissa, her status was considered to be only below Nyissa, and she could make decisions like this on her Master's behalf.
The three servants then stood there, looking at Viktor with poker expressions, making him wonder if they wanted him to follow them now.
"Wait a second...I don't understand what's going on. Are we getting invited to the Fujo Clan?" Brad asked in a surprised tone, making other tourists who had woken up by now easily hear him.
"That oldie got invited by the Fujo Clan?"
"Is the world coming to an end or what?"
"How could such a close-knit clan invite a random foreigner? Or is he somehow connected to them or something?"
"Maybe a business partner?"
"Fujo Clan never does business with foreigners. They produce their own stuff. This is fishy as hell."
The three servants cleared their throats, clearly not liking these kinds of gossip. However, how could they chide the friend of their Young Mistress' special guest? They could only helplessly stand while pitifully looking at Viktor to quickly follow them.
"Uhh, you know what...Grandpa Puto, you should just come with me. You have become senile with your age. These three maidens were asking to escort us out. Don't think too much about it and come!" Viktor dragged Brad off the bed as he petulantly shouted, "Hey! Who are you calling senile? I am still strong as an ox! Youngsters these days, hmph!"
Viktor somehow got Brad out of the camp before he let the country know about their visit to the Fujo Clan. There was nothing wrong in letting others know they were guests, but Viktor knew that Fujo Clan was shy of being the talk among the public and would like to remain as low-key as possible.
He understood that they were the peace and quiet kind of people.
Ayana followed them behind since she wanted to know if what she speculated was indeed right or not since it just was too outrageous!
She knew her Master well, including the fact that she was not the type who ever thought of marrying a man. All her life, her Master had dedicated herself to training her body and mind to the point that she never had the time or luxury to think about marriage.
Even the patriarch understood that and never mentioned anything about it despite receiving countless proposals from notable names.
Brad pulled Viktor near to him and asked in a low voice, "Hey, what the hell is going on, for real? Why are we getting invited to such a prestigious low-key clan for nothing? Did you do something, or did you scare them or seduce your way in? Which was it? Don't tell me you already bagged their Young Mistress this fast??"
Viktor had a blinking expression as he looked at Brad, thinking that this old man really knew him well.
