Chapter 290: Chapter 158: Lowest-Rank Miracle Object: Omnihand (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_3


    “She has passed away.”


    “!!!”


    rus felt a pang in his heart, but before he could continue to inquire, Gonnia asked, “Who are you exactly?”


    “I, I’m just a lonely ghost.”


    “But if you really are the daughter of Motis,” rus asked, “do you know a man named rus?”


    “…”


    Gonnia’s eyes widened as she looked the disheveled old man up and down.


    His hair was caked with mud, his face was covered in a beard, and his tattered clothes were marked with the traces of whipping. His pants were ragged, exposing parts from the knee down, the legs and tops of the feet were covered inceration marks, among which there were fresh wounds, bloody and mangled.


    Inexplicably, Gonnia felt a pang of heartache.


    If this person truly was rus, Gonnia could not bear to think further.<div>


    “You are, you…”


    Gonnia looked again at Fiona, who had finished her spell and nodded vigorously, “He he he, he’s the real brother of Aunt Motis!”


    “…”


    Gonnia fell silent for a third time.


    rus, this was the name of the uncle her mother had mentioned to her countless times.


    The man who existed only in stories, incredibly clever, and who loved his sister to the core.


    But the old man in front of her was dirty and disheveled, and he stank.


    Yes, especially thest bit, it was simply unbearable.


    That such a man could be the great hero in the bedtime stories her mother told her, a remarkable person of Yatun.


    “Sorry about that.”


    rus seemed to realize, he said awkwardly, “I suppose my appearance must have disappointed you?”


    “Don’t mind me, just pretend you don’t know me.”


    rus thought that Gonnia might not have had an easy time here either, and there was no need to go to great lengths for a ‘stranger’.


    “You’re still alive?”


    How could Gonnia pretend not to know.


    After her mother passed away, rus was her only blood rtive left.


    Her mother’s dying wish was for Gonnia to find her brother and apologize on her behalf.


    “What’s this about?”


    Nors, seeing Gonnia and Fiona squaring off with a beggar-like ve, quickly came over to ask.<div>


    “Hiss~~~”


    rus looked at Nors in shock, “You, are you Asolen? You’re still alive? No, wait, why do you still look so young, did you find the Miracle that turns back age?”


    “You know about the Miracle?”


    “Wait! Who did you just say?”<div>


    Nors, “You knew my father?”


    Asolen was indeed the name of Nors’s father, but he had passed away many years ago.


    “This is…”


    Although Gonnia was still somewhat struggling to ept it, she hade to believe in rus’s identity, “He’s my mother’s brother, rus.”


    “Your mother’s brother? Aunt Motis’s brother?”


    Nors eximed in surprise, “Then isn’t he your real uncle?!”


    “You’re from Yatun?”n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    “Ah.”


    rus nodded and said, “If you’re talking about the Descendants of the Seven Kings, yes, I’m from the Yatun n.”


    It was only then that rus noticed that Gonnia and Nors were the children of his sister Motis and his close friend Asolen.


    But this ind, why does it look so eerie?


    “This ce…”


    rus suddenly asked, “Brother Saros, is he here too?”<div>


    Nors and Gonnia were silent for a while, then Fiona suddenly asked, “Who is Saros? Do we have someone called Saros among us?”


    “…”


    Nors and Gonnia thought Fiona had asked a very stupid question.


    But it had some logic to it.


    “Grandfather, his real name is Saros.”


    “Oh.”


    Fiona responded, and then gasped in shock, “Eh?!!!”


    Isn’t Grandfather called Grandfather?


    If Grandfather is called Saros, then who is Grandfather?


    Fiona: Confused!!!


    “Is this the territory of the Descendants of the Seven Kings, our Miracle Kingdom from Yatun Vige?”


    rus’s voice was much softer, but he couldn’t suppress the joy and excitement, “Is this true? Am I not dreaming?”


    “Can you be trusted?”<div>


    “Where is Brother Saros?!”


    The lifeless look in rus’s eyes immediately burst with hope and joy, “He can prove my identity, where is he?”


    “A friendes from afar.”


    The uncle’s voice came from a distance, “It seems I have somewhat grasped another skill. Next time, I might try observing the stars at night.”


    “Brother Saros!!”


    Hearing his uncle’s voice, rus’s voice trembled with excitement, “Brother, Brother you’ve really made me suffer.”


    The two old men then embraced each other.


    “My fault, it’s all my fault.”


    The uncle, with no hint of disdain, held rus tightly, “You’ve suffered over the years. It’s good you’re back, good you’re back.”


    Like a brother lost for many yearsing home, even the tough uncle almost couldn’t hold back his tears.


    “But you stink too much, haven’t had a bath in days?”


    “Just three months.”


    “I…”<div>


    The uncle hurriedly let go, “Quickly go wash, get clean, and then I’ll tell you about these past years.”


    “Girl.”


    The uncle said to Gonnia, “Prepare a room for him, and, by the way, have the Octopus Family give him a good scrub.”


    “Mhm.”


    Gonnia looked at rus with both anticipation and helplessness.


    After all, in Gonnia’s mind, her uncle was the embodiment of wisdom. Yet the man before her, this guy had sunk so low he was begging, was it not too shameful?


    “What’s the Octopus Family?”


    “Of course, it’s a good thing, little brother.”


    The uncle pped rus on the shoulder, wearing an expression that said, ‘Brother, this is a feast from sea and sky specially prepared by your brother for you.’