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Margaret smiled upon hearing this. She sent Roland a knowing look before she responded to her son. "We don't know yet." She shook her head. "According to Doctor Noel, the child is still in the process of growing and it will take a few more weeks before its gender could be determined." She added.

"I see." Fredrinn wasn't too disappointed to hear that.

"Why? Are you excited to meet your little sibling?" Roland laughed while looking at him with a teasing smile

Fredrinn didn't deny it and laughed along with him. "By the way, have you thought of a name for the child?" His face suddenly turned serious when he uttered those words.

Roland and Margaret glanced at each other before they shook their heads in response. "We haven't thought of one yet."

"Do you have any suggestions?"

Fredrinn thought for a moment and recalled the name of the jade owner's unborn child. "Gwenaelle. If it's a girl, her name should be Gwenaelle."

Margaret's eyes lit up. "Gwenaelle… That's a beautiful name."

Roland nodded in agreement. He was also satisfied with the name he suggested.

The family of three discussed a few more things about the child. After more than an hour, a member of Fredrinn's guards unit suddenly came and whispered something to his ears. "My lord, Sir Cain already got the information from the captive's mouth."

Fredrinn's eyes flashed for a moment. "You may return. I'll be there in a while."

"Yes, my lord." The martial practitioner bowed to Margaret and Roland before he left.

"Did something happen?" Margaret asked.

Fredrinn didn't want to make her worried so he gave her a reassuring smile. "It's just a minor matter that needs my attention."

Roland squinted his eyes. He guessed that it was related to the Snake Gang. "Then you should take care of it."

Fredrinn nodded. "Then I'll take my leave. Father, Mother, let's chat at another time." He stood up and bowed before he left.

Looking at his disappearing figure, Margaret revealed a worried expression. "The scar on his face looks fresh. Just what is he up to in the last few days?" She turned her gaze to Roland and her eyes suddenly turned cold. "Are you two hiding something from me?"

Roland flinched at her piercing gaze. He forced out a smile as he said. "I know that you are worried about our son, but you have to trust him. He is no longer the kid that he was before. He will be able to take care of himself."

"So there is really something going on… Spit it out!"

Roland looked troubled. He didn't want to tell her anything about it, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to escape her interrogation. In the end, he sighed helplessly and told her everything he knew.

Margaret's expression became increasingly serious the more he spoke. By the end of his words, her eyebrows were already closely knitted together. "You mean he is handling this problem all by himself?"

Roland nodded. "I wanted to help him deal with it, but he insisted on doing it all by himself. I permitted him since it's also a good opportunity to train him as the next patriarch of the Firecrown Household. Once he inherits my position, he will face tougher challenges and more complicated issues. To become a capable leader, he needs to learn how to handle these kinds of problems on his own."

Margaret was still worried, but she also knew that this was an important lesson that Fredrinn had to overcome.

Roland squeezed her hands and smiled gently. "Don't worry. If something unexpected happens, I will lend him a hand."

"Mn…"

***

Fredrinn found Cain waiting for him outside the mansion.

"Why are you here? You didn't have to wait for me here."

Cain didn't respond and just bowed his head lightly.

"Anyway, did he confirm it?" Fredrinn asked with a stern look.

Cain nodded. "Yes, my lord. He refused to say anything at first, but he eventually spoke after I broke some of his fingers." His voice was calm when he uttered those words.

Fredrinn stared at him speechlessly.

"He is a Foundation Establishment martial practitioner so he won't die from that. You don't have to worry, my lord." Cain added when he saw Fredrinn's strange gaze.

"Good. We still need that guy to be our witness. What else did he say?"

Cain narrowed his eyes and replied. "He also confirmed your suspicions. According to him, the Blackcrow Household is the main reason why the Morten Household established the Snake Gang. It turned out that the organization was responsible for gathering high-quality slaves for the Blackcrow Household."

"Slaves?" Fredrinn furrowed his eyebrows.

Cain nodded. "The Blackcrow Household requested this, but that guy didn't know why they were looking for a large number of slaves."

Fredrinn took a deep breath as he rubbed his chin. A thoughtful look surfaced on his face. 'This matter seems very suspicious. Just why did the Blackcrow Household request for a large number of slaves?'

[You discovered the Blackcrow Household's involvement with the criminal organization. Find out their real objective! Rewards: Level Up Card, Sword Talent Upgrade Card, and 3000 Fate Points!]

'This matter just got more complicated…' Fredrinn thought. Knowing that the Blackcrow Household was involved in this matter, he knew that this was already out of his control. He only had his guards unit, but they wouldn't be enough to infiltrate the Blackcrow Household. Even an expert like Cain almost died when he infiltrated the Morten Household. What more if it was the stronger Blackcrow Household?

"Transfer the captives to the underground prison," Fredrinn instructed.

"Yes, my lord."

Fredrinn couldn't afford to waste time. He hurriedly returned to the mansion after giving Cain a few more instructions.

He headed to the lounge to look for his father, but no one was there anymore. He immediately went to his parents' room.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

He knocked on the door.

Soon, he heard a series of footsteps inside the room.

"Son? What happened?" It was Roland who opened the door.

"Father, it seems like our initial guess was right." Fredrinn had a grave look on his face.

"You mean…"

"The Blackcrow Household is the true mastermind behind the Snake Gang!"

Roland's expression turned grim upon hearing this. "Come in. Let's talk inside."

"What about mother?"

"She already knows."

"Huh?"