My Muscle System in the Mage World

"Must be the wind, you keep feeding me, mom," the son replied.

The mother glared angrily at him.

Seeing this, the son begrudgingly stood up and went towards the open window.

"It must have been the wind, mom," he said upon inspection.

"Then close the window. The cold wind makes my spine shiver," the mother demanded.

"Fine, fine," the son said as he went back to happily eating his lunch.

Aur, who had been observing silently, went towards one of the rooms and lightly knocked on a certain part of the wall, revealing a hollow surface from the vibration.

"There is really a compartment here," Aur sneered as he lightly swept his palm, creating a hole inside that revealed a dark passageway.

Secret compartments were actually common in these places as long as you had something to hide.

People usually stored things here because there were no banks in this world, and because of that, the economy of this world was quite weird.

Also, because common people usually kept their crystals in these hidden compartments, it had become a tradition to do so now.

Only the strong wizards could actually control some areas’ economies, and even that was very limited since any wizard could create mana crystal although it was not worth it and time consuming.

The theory of demand-pulled economy from Aur’s previous world actually worked somewhat here.

While thinking of this, Aur walked through the darkness and saw light shining ahead of him, his lips curling into a smile.

"Long time no see, Earl."

"You," Earl, who had just dripped blood into the spell, looked at Aur with a stunned expression.

"Haha, long time no see," Aur smiled warmly, as if he were an old friend of Earl’s.

Earl regained his calm as he looked inside his mental space and said calmly, "What do you want?"

"I want to join the rebellion," Aur replied straight to the point.

Earl paused momentarily, raising his brows. "Is it only you who wants to join?"

Aur seemed a little hesitant when he heard this, shaking his head. "I have a companion as well."

Hearing this, a big smug smile appeared on Earl’s face as he looked at Aur. "I need to ask my father about this. Can you wait a moment?"

"Okay," Aur nodded casually, taking a seat in one of the chairs as if it were his own home.

Earl subtly frowned, looking at Aur. "Can I meet your companion?" Continue reading on NovelBin.Côm

"He is quite shy, so he doesn’t show his face much," Aur stated, reaching for the fruits on the table and slumping his shoulders on the table, resting comfortably.

"Alright, give me some time to contact my father," Earl signaled to him.

"You can take your time," Aur replied, still sitting in the chair with a relaxed expression, completely ignorant. "This room is not bad. It could compare to a fraction of my mansion."

Earl’s brows twitched. "You are talking as if you still have the mansion now."

Aur seemed to not have heard him as he looked around the room cluelessly.

"Can you give me some space, Aur?"

"Oh?" Aur looked at him. "When will your father arrive?"

"He won’t arrive," Earl shook his head.

"Then who will?"

"You are not worthy to summon tier three wizards. The three heads of the landlord family will come. You just need to wait for an hour at most," Earl snickered, giving him a disdainful glance.

"Then I will meet you in an hour."

Aur expressionlessly nodded his head and left the room.

"This person isn’t simple either, being able to befriend a powerhouse that can kill the head guard," Earl narrowed his eyes in deep contemplation.

After testing out his newly refined spell, he couldn’t help but nod his head in satisfaction.

"I should go out to greet them. They are, after all, tier two wizards. I should give them some respect."

With these thoughts in mind, Earl stood up and walked out of the hidden compartment.

However, in his happiness, he seemed to have forgotten that there was a mother and son outside the place.

"You…" the son cried out in shock as he watched Earl walking out of the hidden room.

"Oopsie, I forgot that you guys were here," Earl spoke calmly with a playful gaze.

"What happened, son?" the mother cried out, walking out from the kitchen.

Immediately something scattered in her face, causing her to close her eyes.

When she opened them again, her pupils dilated, trembling in fear.

"Who are you?" she demanded with red pupils.

"Well," Earl glanced at the woman.

"You have seen something you shouldn’t have," Earl stated coldly, as blood splattered through the room.

While walking out of the house with indifference, he muttered, "I need another place to hide."

For mortals, he didn’t care what they did. If they were useful, he would keep them. If they were not, he would just discard them.

Who cares about those who couldn’t even awaken their mental space?

Soon, he was standing in a stall undercover. At that moment, a bell rang, and three individuals entered through the door.

Immediately spotting Earl, they sat opposite to each other.

"Is it true?" the leading person asked in a female voice.

Earl was actually surprised when he heard the voice of a female. There was only one female head among the ten landlords, and she was sitting right in front of him.

"Yes, it is completely true. I saw him myself. Would you like to go to confirm?" Earl replied.

"Very well," she said coldly.

"I will lead the way," Earl’s expression became flattering as he led them back to the home that he had just massacred.

The three heads’ expressions didn’t even change slightly as they looked at the cold corpses of the two.

Soon, Aur’s figure appeared in the place, his burly body with long white hair making him quite intimidating.

"Are you Aur?" the woman turned around, giving a seductive glance at him.

He calmly looked at the three with a scrutinising gaze, nodding his head in response. "Yes, I am Aur."