Ever since Felix learned that the Ancient Sage was actually Gerald's half-brother, he had been feeling conflicted. Yet, for some reason, he could not bring himself to ask Gerald about it—not because he was afraid, but because something inside him hesitated.

Now, hearing that Averill also knew about it, he immediately perked up. At least he was not alone in this anymore. He urged, "Averill, hurry up and tell me."

Averill flashed a sweet smile. "Aren't we Mr. Hoffman's family? I don't see why you're getting so worked up."

Felix was instantly disappointed. But as much as that answer frustrated him, he could not deny the truth in it. Hence, he simply muttered, "Yeah… We are his family."

Still, if they were family, then why had Gerald placed seals on all nine of his senior apprentices? What was the reason behind it?

"Alright! Enough of small talk," Averill said, stretching lazily. "Eat up, and after dinner, I'm coming over to your place. I've got skills to show off."

Felix sighed