Reincarnated as a Red Dragon, Discipline Makes Me Stronger!

Chapter 82: How Can Snow Monsters be Real?! You Must be Drunk!

Bohr village.

It was one of the villages closest to the Moldos Mountain Range.

There were hundreds of residents living within the village. They had lived there since ancient times and they made a living by selling the specialties that came from the Snow Mountains.

Without a doubt, the Kakadores were the most famous family within the village as they hailed from the bloodline of the three Great Heroes[1].

Although none of the members of the Kakadores clan held any positions within Bohr Village, they still possessed great influence and respect.

Even the village chief had to bow down to the whims of the clan.

After all, everyone within the Kakadores clan were monstrously strong.

Even a child who had just passed his fifth birthday possessed strength that no other adult in the village could compare to.

They could easily lift a few hundred kilograms of stones and easily hold back the wild boars that had barged into the village.

It was rumored that the Kakadores hailed from giants, and as a result, it had bestowed them with great strength.

At this moment, many villagers of the older generation had gathered in the village chief’s home.

It was not due to any emergency, but rather, it was for the sake of tradition.

It was the summer solstice.

It was the warmest time of the year.

It was for this reason they had gathered to discuss the future of the village.

Although the Moldos Mountain Range was extremely cold, to the villagers of Bohr village, it was also a stable source of income.

There were all kinds of treasures waiting to be discovered within the mountain range, after all.

For example, the Snow Mountain Grass and Highland Flowers that were located within the mountain range could fetch a good price within most cities.

Bohr Village was not the only village that had this tradition.

All the villages around the Moldos Mountain Range would gather together on this day and discuss what they resources they would focus on collecting in the following year.

At this moment, the old village chief was looking respectfully at the middle-aged man sitting on the village chief’s seat.

Unsurprisingly, the middle-aged man was from the Kakadores clan.

The middle-aged man was sitting in the village chief’s spot. However, no one questioned it. Rather, to them, it seemed like it was the the natural place for him to sit at.

After all, such was the status owned by the Kakadores clan. Even if they were to head to any other village, they would still receive the same level of treatment.

The village chief was just about to speak when suddenly, the sound of hasty footsteps came from the door.

Immediately after, the village chief’s door sounded.

The knocking was extremely hurried.

Everyone’s attention was drawn to this sound, especially the old village chief, whose brows were tightly furrowed.

‘Everyone who should be present are already present. Logically speaking, no one else should approach us at this time.’

‘Could some it be some mischievous kid stirring up trouble?’

However, the middle-aged man from the Kakadores family was expressionless. His eyes were tightly shut. It was as if he did not hear anything.

The knocking of the door was still ringing out. The old village chief impatiently walked over and opened the door.

“Father!”

“Something big has happened!”

The person who interrupted the meeting was none other than the old village chief’s son, Molmo.

“Don’t you know that we’re having a meeting?”

“I’ve already told you, have I not? Unless something major has occurred, you are absolutely forbidden from disturbing our meeting!”

The old village chief glared coldly at his son and chided.

Molmo nodded, obviously understanding the old village chief’s words.

“I was patrolling outside the village earlier when I ran into the footprints of a Snow Monster.”

Upon hearing those words, laughter immediately broke out within the village chief’s house.

“Snow Monster?”

“Molmo, are you still a child?”

“Even my grandson doesn’t believe in the existence of monsters!”

“Are you drunk?!”

Murmurs of derision and mockery arose as the old village chief frowned and questioned Molmo.

“Son, didn’t I explicitly forbade you from drinking when you’re on patrol?”

The middle-aged man from the Kakadores clan opened his eyes at this moment. He raised his head and glanced at Molmo as if he had thought about something.

Molmo frowned. ‘It seems that father is doubting my words.’

“Everyone, the footprint is not far from our village. If you don’t believe me, then come with me to take a look.”

The moment Molmo’s voice subsided, the old village chief immediately gave Molmo a slap.

“Son, we are discussing important matters right now. We don’t have time to entertain your drunk illusions!”

Molmo received a slap for no reason, and his entire face was red with embarrassment.

He was already over 40 years old, and he was even the father of two children. He was a man of dignity, and yet, the old village chief had slapped him in front of half of the village.

“Father!”

Molmo’s voice shook!

“I’m not drunk, and I’m not lying!”

Thinking that Molmo was still fooling around in front of him, the village chief was on the brink of exploding with anger. He was just about to teach his 40-year-old son a lesson when suddenly, the middle-aged man from the Kakadores clan stood up.

The man glanced at the anxious Molmo and said indifferently while stretching his back.

“He isn’t lying. Village chief, you can rest assured.”

Upon hearing the man’s words, the village chief was instantly convinced.

“Since Mr. Osse has said so, then I will believe you this time.”

The old village chief snorted and walked to Molmo’s side.

“What are you waiting for? Take us to see the footprints of your so-called monster!”

Molmo frowned and clenched his fists.

“Okay!”

“In that case, follow me!”

After grabbing the oil lamp on his sleigh, Molmo then sped off into the night.

The middle-aged man named Osse from the Kakadores family followed closely behind. He did not even put on a coat.

The old village chief and the other elders behind him looked at each other. They did not know what to say. They quickly put on their coats, picked up their own oil lamps and quickly went after them.

It was late at night, and the sky was frighteningly dark.

The wind howled, and the heavy snow that struck their faces stung.

The group had been walking for about twenty minutes when suddenly, Osse stopped.

He stared at an empty space not far ahead. Due to the constant blizzard, it was impossible for anyone else to see what was ahead.

“What a powerful aura.”

Molmo stopped and turned around to say to the group behind him.

“It’s right there. Take a look.”

[1] It is unknown whether the author is referring to Tahir and gang or a different group of individuals.