บท 548: Still Having A Rough Time

Three months later. 

Southern Continent, Mostar City. 

At the city gates, a young man could be seen walking out of the city, some black patches were on his face, and he looked like he hadn't rested for weeks now. 

"Damn it! Those stupid elders, I can't even rest properly before they send me out again. *Sigh* If only father wasn't ill," The young man complained under his breath continuously as he walked outside the city. 

The crowd stared at him, with some speaking about him while the others minding their businesses. 

"Isn't that the son of the O'Brien family? Why's he looking so haggard?" A young lady asked. 

"I heard his father, the current head of the family, is very ill. The elders didn't want to make it obvious that they wanted him out of the family, so this happened, mission after mission. And from what I heard, the mission increases in difficulty whenever he successfully completes one," A young man explained.