Chapter 642: Poking A Hornet’s Nest Arthur continued to nag at Gerald, making the latter's face turn beet red out of shame and anger. Seeing this scene, the "uninvited visitors" all smiled, with some of them even laughing at Gerald's sorry state. Seeing that the real Gerald was indeed at home, they no longer thought that he was the one responsible for the apparition that happened in the Rosetta Mountains. One by one, they bid their farewell and promised to compensate Zion's family for trespassing on their property. Arthur watched them go, and only when he could no longer see the helicopters in the sky did he drag Gerald inside the house to interrogate him. "Spill the beans," Arthur said after activating a soundproofing artifact that prevented anyone from hearing their conversation. "Did you succeed in crafting a Mythical Equipment? Also, what kind of item did you craft?" Gerald, who felt down earlier, finally regained his confidence and started to laugh out loud. Arthur didn't say anything because he could already tell that his suspicion was right. However, until his son confirmed it with his own words, he couldn't rule out the possibility that his son was just messing with him. "Old Man, I have succeeded," Gerald said after laughing for a while. "I am the first Blacksmith in Pangea who has managed to craft a Mythical-Grade Equipment." Arthur inhaled deeply, his eyes filled with excitement. He knew that Zion had over a dozen Serpent Scales in his possession, which meant that there was a possibility that Gerald could craft more Mythical-Grade Equipment once the commotion finally died down. "Good job. But for now, don't leave the house." Arthur patted his son's shoulder. "The Monarch Clans and the other Prestigious Families are still suspicious of you, so don't give them a reason to investigate further." "I know," Gerald replied. "I'll stay here for the time being." After making sure that his son understood the severity of the situation, Arthur left and returned to the Main Residence. Right now, a storm is brewing in Solterra and Pangea. In order to prepare for future threats, the Leventis Family must keep a low profile and sharpen their blades, then wait until the right moment comes. Thirteen had already provided them with the necessary items that they needed in order to face their rivals. They had also secured some hidden alliances from the Elrod Clan, as well as the Central Government. While the teenage boy knew that the political arena of Pangea was a tangled mess, he still knew who was on the same team and those who were on the opposite team. Right now, the Stallard Clan and the Ashford Clan were in an alliance. The other Prestigious Families in the Sirius Continent were also under their umbrella, so they were very wary of their movements. The people in the Cygni Continent still needed Thirteen's help, so for now, they weren't his enemies. The Dvalinn Federation was very thankful to him and could be considered as one of his supporters. As for the Aldebaran Continent? The Remington Clan, the Smith Family, and the Lockwood Family played a neutral stance. However, Thirteen still didn't trust them completely, so he didn't plan to invite them into an alliance for the time being. "Pops, if you hear any sounds tonight, ignore them all," Thirteen said in a serious tone. "Are we going to have visitors tonight?" Gerald asked with an understanding look on his face. "Yes." "Do you need help?" Thirteen shook his head. "I am enough to handle them. Just sleep and ignore any sounds you hear tonight. Gerald nodded. "How about your friends?" "They'll be helping me later," Thirteen answered. Gerald frowned. "Are you sure? It might be too dangerous for them." "There's a possibility that they will fight against humans in the future," Thirteen commented. "It's not a bad idea to let them gain some experience in fighting against other Wanderers. I'm sure they will benefit from this in the future." Gerald sighed before reluctantly agreeing to his son's idea. But, he still made sure to make his son promise that they wouldn't get into any danger. "Pops, don't worry," Thirteen patted his chest. "They'll be safe as long as they fight within our territory. After all, I made sure that even if a Rank 9 Monster steps on our house, the only one that will get hurt will be them." After seeing how confident his son was, Gerald no longer felt any anxiousness because Thirteen always kept his promises. When he finished talking to his father, Thirteen gathered the members of the Hero Party, Rianna, Mikhail, and Shasha. Remi was still too young, so he didn't plan to let her join the battle. She would be tasked to sleep with Rhia in her room so that his little sister wouldn't feel anxious if the sounds of fighting reached her ears. Just as he expected, the faces of the teenagers all turned solemn when they heard that they would be fighting against humans during the night. "Master, are you sure that someone will attack your family during the night?" Derek asked. "We're still in the territory of the Leventis Family. Just who is so bold as to do such a thing?" "Who else?" Thirteen replied. "The only ones who will dare to do such a thing are the families of the same Rank or higher than the Leventis Family. But you don't have to worry. If they come, then we will deal with them. "If they don't come, that's fine too. Living a peaceful and happy life is the secret to longevity. If they don't cause us trouble, then we won't cause them trouble." After their meeting ended, Thirteen asked them to stop their training and get a proper rest. They would need to be at their peak when their uninvited visitors come snooping into Thirteen's home. Truth be told, Thirteen was already more or less sure that it would happen. He had scattered many runic formations around the mountains surrounding their home. Because of this, he was able to notice that there were certain individuals spying on their family. Back then, they were still trying to feel things out. But due to the latest development in Solterra, Thirteen was certain that these people would no longer be able to sit still and act as soon as possible. Since that was the case, he would give them a warm welcome that would make them understand that they were poking a hornet's nest, which would make them feel a world of pain.