Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1338

Darren stepped forward and helped Gatlin up from his kneeling stance on the ground.

"Please don't!" Darren sighed and said, "Gatlin, you are truly a kind and righteous man. I have to admit I was upset before, because I never really knew the Chu Clan members in the Primitive Wilderness. I don't feel like I truly belong to the Chu Clan."

"Patriarch Darren, it's not your fault. It's on me. I was too excited to see you." Gatlin choked back tears as he continued to say, "The former patriarch treated me like his own son. When he was killed by the attack of the flaming fiend race, I felt like everything I ever knew in life crumbled right before my eyes. From then on, I secretly swore that I would avenge him, and that I would get revenge for everyone whose blood was spilled. I only later realized that I'm only an ordinary human, and I could never achieve revenge like that.

Despite this, I've brought that grudge around with me every day. This hatred has been buried deep in my heart. I always dreamed of a descendant of the Chu Clan who stepped out from the darkness and the void, fighting tooth and nail for our clan. I truly pray that you are that person."

"Gatlin," Darren couldn't help but call out. His heart wrenched as he watched this Celestial God Realm master choke back his sobs, speaking heartfelt words.

"I'll do my best. Once I get out of this region and take Elsa back, I'll head straight for the Chaotic Region without any delay," Darren promised as he patted Gatlin on the shoulder.

"You're too kind, Patriarch Darren. I'd be more than willing to follow you and support you by any means necessary." Gatlin was about to kneel again, and Darren quickly hoisted him up.

"Please, there's no need to do that again. You deserve my wholehearted respect," exclaimed Darren. All sorts of feelings began to well up in his mind.

"Yes, sir. But... Okay, I understood," replied Gatlin with a nod.

"Well, the most urgent problem I've got now is how to find a way out of this region," said Darren.

"Patriarch, don't worry, it's not that hard. I got enough points for you to leave this place. As for me, as a middle-level Celestial God Realm cultivator, I can leave as long as I resign my current position as the head of the branch," replied Gatlin in a serious tone.

"How many points have you gotten?" asked Darren curiously.

"One billion and one hundred million in total."

"Hmm. It doesn't seem like that many. I think some clans got more points than you," said Darren.

"Yes, there really isn't a lot of them. Since I had nowhere to use these points, I wasn't very aggressive about collecting them. They were just given to me by the branch every year," explained Gatlin.

"Well, if that's the case, together with my more than nine hundred million points, it's enough for two people to leave. Alas, there are three of us. It would be better if we could all leave together," said Darren with a heavy sigh.

"Gatlin, as the chief of a branch, do you have the privilege to just let someone leave?" Darren asked very expectantly.

Gatlin quickly shook his head in reply. "Sadly, I don't. As a matter of fact, the chief of a branch just does chores here in the Tussle Region. I don't have any power here," he added.

"It seems that I have to participate in the finals of the Tussle Contest. It's the only way," said Darren, scratching his head in frustration.

He planned to use the points to get Lindsay and Finley out. Later, he would have to participate in the Tussle Contest. Anyway, all he needed was get to the top three.

"I wouldn't exactly recommend that. The Tussle Contest will bring together the best of the best from around the world. There will always be some extraordinary talents. You may not be able to make it to the top three. The area under my jurisdiction is not that big, but there are many clans here that gained quite a big amount of points. I'll go and take their points, even if I have to use force. I suppose it won't be that big a problem for me."

Gatlin was popular in the area of his jurisdiction. After all, he was a powerful master at the middle-level of the Celestial God Realm. Also considering his position as the branch's chief, most big clans had to show respect for him.

"Well, that does sound like a better idea." Darren nodded in approval.

"Okay, I'll get right to it. I anticipate I'll be done in three days. Patriarch Darren, you and your friends can rest here for a few days. Wait for my news." Gatlin then cupped his hands in respect.

"Okay."

After catching up for a few more minutes, Darren and Gatlin exited the secret chamber together.

In the hall outside, Harold, Gatlin's son, was receiving Lindsay, Finley and Weber for tea.

"Help yourself, please,"

offered Harold politely.

As soon as Darren walked out of the secret chamber, Harold immediately moved forward and knelt down. "Sir..."

Before he could finish his words, Darren interrupted and said, "Harold, there's no need to be so formal with me. Just call me Darren. You can save the honorifics for a later time."

"I really don't..." Panic, Harold cast a glance at his father. He had learned how important Darren was from his father earlier. How could he possibly deserve to be so casual with him?

"It's up to the... It's up to Darren," Gatlin cut in. Although he knew that Darren was not a very nitpicky person, he was still worried about possibly offending the man.