From Nothing to Powerful Heir

Chapter 8

 

The next day, Nolan just woke up from his sleep. He thought everything that happened was a dream, but he was still in the same place. 

A knock on the door made him turn his head. James came in, bowing his body. "Are you awake, Master? I came to say breakfast is ready."

"Lord Vans has been waiting for you to have breakfast together." He continued. 

Nolan nodded his head with a cold expression on his face. "I'll be along shortly."

After a while, Nolan walked out of the room. It seemed strange when he was in a new place. But apparently, he had to get used to this. 

 He walked slowly towards his grandfather, who was waiting at the head of the table. The large dining table was filled with several sumptuous dishes, and it looked marvelous. 

"Sit down." Vans looked at Nolan and smiled. 

Nolan nodded his head and sat down opposite Vans.

This was a very awkward situation for him. They had just met, and now Nolan had to push himself to feel comfortable there.

James, who was standing behind him, quickly helped him by serving food. This was the first time in his entire life that he had been treated like a master. 

Nolan began to savor the food in front of him.

"You can return the 1 million dollars Jessie gave you earlier. And you don't have to continue your marriage with that woman." Vans opened the voice that made Nolan immediately startled. 

He looked at his grandfather's face very seriously. How could they know such a private thing? Even Nolan was sure that Jessie and he only knew this. 

"Master, we know everything that happened between you," James explained.

Nolan shook his head firmly. "No, I will not return the money."

"I can't do that. I want to thank her. She's the woman who helped me." Nolan said it firmly. 

Just like what he had promised Jessie if he would not let that woman down. After all the people who dumped him, that woman came by offering to help, 

Nolan knew how it felt when someone let him down, and he didn't want to make Jessie feel the same way. Nolan knew Jessie was a good woman; he didn't want to forget the rest. 

Vans stared at him for a while. A sigh could be heard from there. "All right, if that's what you want." Vans gave no compulsion, knowing that a relationship existed between Nolan and Jessy.

They resumed their meal. After finishing, Nolan walks after his grandfather, who is being pushed by James. 

They were now in a room. Vans turned his head and looked at Nolan standing next to him. 

"Do you know the history of the Dragniel family?"

"Dragniel family history?" his forehead furrowed as he repeated his grandfather's words. 

 

Little did she know about the Dragniel family. He had often heard that the Dragniel family was extraordinary all his life. No one even knew the Dragniel family's exact wealth. But Nolan did not know about its history. 

Vans stared ahead, his face serious at the moment. "The Dragniel family, thousands of years old. And can be said to be the descendants of dragons."

Nolan was still watching his grandfather, and the explanation surprised him. But he tried to calm down and listened to everything his grandfather had to say. 

At this moment, Vans looked back at Nolan. "We have Dragon blood; that's why sometimes, in our family, someone has abilities beyond reason," Vans explained again. 

Nolan still didn't quite believe that he was a descendant of the Dragniel family. At this moment, his grandfather was telling him another reality. 

 

This still made Nolan not understand. "What do you mean, descendant of a dragon?" Nolan thought about it all, but in his opinion, it was an impossible thing. 

Vans turned his head and nodded. His face showed his seriousness. "Yes, the ancestors said that if someone from the Dragniel family members, there are those with extraordinary powers."

Vans looked away from Nolan. His face was fixed on some paintings in front of him. 

"Unfortunately, I don't have it. Neither does your father. We only have powers above the average human."

Vans turned his head again until their gazes met. "Maybe you're different. Maybe that power is in you."

 "Different?" He repeated his grandfather's words. This surprised him even more. 

Vans nodded. "Yes, it could be that you have extraordinary intelligence and abilities that are far greater than those of the average human."

"We need to do some tests on you. That way, we'll find out." Vans said firmly.

 

Nolan was silent, looking at his grandfather very seriously. Thinking that his grandfather was drunk. In his opinion, this was a completely absurd story. In all his life, he had never heard anything like it. 

Suddenly, the large cupboard in front of him moved. Slowly, it opened. It was a shock to discover that it was a secret door. 

Nolan looked up at his grandfather. When he hadn't said anything, Vans spoke without looking at him. "Come in."

James pushed Vans into the room. Nolan walked after him hesitantly. At last, they were in the basement. 

Nolan looked around. The room was huge, with several ancient cabinets inside. Paintings of dragons were on every wall. 

Nolan looked back at his grandfather. "What room is this, Grandpa?"

Vans also looked at him. His face looked flat. "The Dragniel family has many, many secrets. And this is one of them."

James pushed Vans again, going deeper into the room. Meanwhile, Nolan continued to follow him. 

The building had four large pillars and an altar at the front. But to his surprise, a giant dragon statue was in the center of the room. 

Nolan swallowed as he watched the statue. Nolan felt that the statue was looking at him and was judging him. 

James, at this time, took something from there. He handed him a tray containing a small knife. Nolan looked at it in confusion, but at this moment, his grandfather spoke, "Take the knife."

Nolan nodded and took it hesitantly. Before he could say anything else, his grandfather spoke again, "quickly on the altar."

Nolan quickly glanced at his grandfather and the altar before he was finally in the center of the altar. 

"Master, you must drip blood on the altar in the center of the altar." James' voice made Nolan turn to look at him. 

Anxiety overcame him. He didn't know what he had to do this for.

Nolan looked at the small knife; in the end, he sliced his blood-dripping hand right in the center of the altar. 

Suddenly, a white light appeared from below and surrounded his body. Nolan was very surprised. He suddenly felt something flowing inside his body, a very strange warm feeling for him. But suddenly, he fainted.