Fredrinn Firecrown: The Weakest Villain

The next day, Andre brought them to a famous restaurant in Arcane City. Unlike most places that only used normal animal meat for their dishes, this restaurant used magical beast meat!

There was a huge difference between normal animal meat and magical beast meat. Magical beast meat was more nutritious and they also increased one's Qi upon repeated consumption. However, the most obvious difference was their taste. Even without spices or seasonings, dishes with magical beast meat were incredibly delicious.

Fredrinn was really looking forward to tasting the dishes in this restaurant. Unfortunately, their main goal for coming here wasn't to enjoy the food. It was to persuade Andre's friends to join the Firecrown Household as elders.

When they arrived, a worker brought them to the table they reserved.

Fredrinn noticed that four people were already waiting for them. Three were middle-aged men and the last one was an old man who looked to be in his seventies.

"You're finally here. You were the one who invited us, but you came late. Tsk!" A muscular middle-aged man with thick stubble muttered with his arms crossed.

Fredrinn looked at him and inspected his cultivation.

[Nascent Soul 4th Layer]

His strength wasn't that bad. His cultivation was on the same level as Andre's.

"Please forgive me. My brother and my nephew came to visit me yesterday. They aren't familiar with the city so I gave them a short tour." Andre didn't seem to mind the man's grumpy attitude. From the looks of it, he was already used to this.

"I'll give you face this time since your family is here." The man snorted.

"Haha! Don't mind him, Andre. This guy is just in a bad mood because you haven't invited us for a long time. He was actually the happiest when you sent the invitation yesterday." This time, the one who spoke was a middle-aged man dressed in alchemist robes.

[Nascent Soul 3rd Layer]

"Shut your mouth!"

"Alright. Stop bickering you two. You guys are in the presence of Patriarch Roland Firecrown. You should at least give him some respect." The only old man in the group chuckled at the sight of their childish banter.

[Nascent Soul 9th Layer]

Fredrinn narrowed his eyes when he sensed the old man's cultivation. He was only one step away from reaching the peak of the Nascent Soul realm!

As for the remaining person. It was a quiet middle-aged man dressed in spotless white robes with golden highlights. He had the temperament of a noble so Fredrinn guessed that he probably came from a renowned household.

[Nascent Soul 10th Layer]

As if sensing his gaze, the middle-aged man dressed in white robes glanced at him and smiled meaningfully.

'What? Did he sense my probing?' Fredrinn didn't expect that the quietest man in the group was actually the strongest!

"Ignore those two. They are always like that." Andre chuckled while shaking his head.

He then introduced the father and son duo to his friends.

The muscular man with thick stubble turned out to be a Master-rank Blacksmith. His name was Norman. He came from a humble background, but he quickly rose to prominence because of his talent in smithing.

The man dressed in alchemist robes was a Master-rank Alchemist. Unlike most alchemists who were adept in concocting medicinal pills, he was an expert in poisons! His name was Henry Bloodhound.

Next was the old man. He was the oldest in their circle of friends so everyone treated him like their older brother. He was a Master-rank Array Formation Maker who had retired for over two decades. In the two decades since his retirement, he picked up painting as a hobby and was even recently promoted as a Master-rank Painter. This old gentleman's name was Xavier Coldstone.

The last person didn't have a profession, but he was the strongest martial practitioner in their group. He was the head of a huge mercenary organization headquartered in the capital. His name was Bernard Oceanwave.

"That's it for the introduction."

"Since we have already introduced ourselves, can you tell us why you gathered everyone?" The old man, Xavier, asked.

"I will tell you, but let's wait for the others first. They should be here by now." Andre replied with a serious look.

"Alright."

Fredrinn was already aware that seven people were coming for this gathering. They were the closest friends of Andre, the people he had acquainted with after becoming a Master-rank Magician.

While waiting for the remaining three to arrive, the group discussed about trivial matters. The most talkative person in the group was the blacksmith, Norman. His voice was so loud that it was starting to bother the other customers. Xavier being the oldest had no choice but to cast a spell to confine their table with an invisible wall that blocked off their sound from the outside.

About twenty minutes later, a middle-aged man dressed in white and blue robes arrived. He was a Master-rank Doctor and a martial practitioner at the 2nd layer of the Nascent Soul realm. His name was Clyde Lester.

Five minutes after his arrival, the last two people finally arrived. One was an old lady who looked to be in her sixties, while the other one looked like a mature woman in her late thirties. This was just their appearance, but Fredrinn knew that they were older than they looked.

The older woman was a Master-rank Magician just like Andre. She also held a higher position than him since she was the 7th-rank Master Magician of the Magic Tower. Her cultivation was also superior at the 6th layer of the Nascent Soul realm! Her name was Lolita Aragon.

Meanwhile, the younger-looking woman was another Master-rank Alchemist. Unlike Henry who was only proficient in concocting poisons, she was the exact opposite. She was an expert in many aspects of alchemy, but her main expertise was in concocting strength augmentation pills. However, she had the lowest cultivation in the group since she was only a 1st layer Nascent Soul martial practitioner.

Her name was Yvette Florencia.

Fredrinn was very satisfied with this bunch. They were more amazing than he had expected!