The Rise of a Master It Starts With Rejection novel Chapter 864

Chapter 864 

Just one glance at Pierre’s hands had frozen a Martial God like Yasmin. That just showed how terrifying Fish Men at higher levels had to be. 

The mutation rarely passed down in the Lannerby family. Sometimes, entire generations were skipped. Pierre’s father’s generation had none, yet Pierre inherited it. 

His family sent him abroad for protection. Despite the prevalence of guns, Pierre’s abilities kept him safer here than in Dragonia. 

The “Fish Man” title had been passed down through the Lannerby bloodline since ancient times. Their reputation as the Thief Guild’s nemesis was one–sided–their power affected everyone, not just thieves. 

Felix realized the Fish Men had been holding back. Thief Guild believed touch was necessary, but mere eye contact at their scaled hands sufficed. Those with purple scales and above had full control over their powers. 

The Lannerbys‘ vendetta traced back generations. People from Thief Guild had stolen something precious, creating a blood feud. The Lannerby ancestors demanded their family show no mercy to those Guild members. 

“So, your uncle lives in Dragonia?” 

Pierre nodded, withholding nothing. “From his hints, I believe my great–grandfather’s still alive, but I’m not certain.” 

Great–grandfather? 

Felix frowned. Pierre did not know his uncle’s scale color, but it was not silver. What about his great–grandfather? 

Pierre had witnessed his uncle, Shane Lannerby, fight in Dragonia as a teenager. Against an Oceanus Realm master, Shane merely revealed his hands, and the opponent froze. 

Felix found this troubling. He could probably handle the uncle, but a living great–grandfather would be problematic. 

“Ms. Qualls, should we take him to Linda?” Felix understood that they still loved each other deeply. After all, he had experienced such feelings himself. 

“Yes, thank you, Dr. Zeller. We should let them meet.” 

Pierre’s devotion had moved Yasmin. He had clearly avoided Linda without knowing how to cure her, but he had been suffering daily himself. The room full of Linda’s portraits said everything. 

When they met, Linda did not blame him. She ran straight into his embrace. 

“I’m sorry, Lily. It’s all my fault! I just loved you so much and wanted to feel your skin. I really