Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 362

Reed and Fern exchanged looks of surprise.

"A small house, within the city," Ren continued. "It's not very central, still about five hours from the academy, but the important thing is that it's outside Goldcrest territory. It's a start... So you can visit me mid-year and..." His voice carried pride but also uncertainty, the tone of someone who hoped their gift would be well-received.

"A house?" Fern blinked, still struggling to assimilate the news. "You've already bought a house?" The concept seemed almost surreal after months of worrying about making rent.

Ren nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. "Finch, my favorite banker, convinced me not to spend everything on a more expensive house in the interior. He suggested starting with something modest that I could sell later, when I had more savings, and use that money as a foundation for something better."

The practical wisdom of the approach reflected a maturity beyond his years, a stark contrast to the impulsive child who had once rushed into the mana forest with nothing but a bag of supplies and desperate hope.

"Sounds sensible," commented Reed, impressed by the type of conversation they were having. His son, barely eleven, discussing property investment as casually as other children might discuss toys or games. "Do bankers usually give good financial advice?"

"In my experience they ne..." Wei began, but Lin elbowed him sharply in the ribs. "Never mind... This banker is special." He rubbed his side with a rueful expression, shooting Lin a reproachful glance.

"At first I was determined to get something in the innermost districts," Ren admitted, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "But the prices were much higher than I imagined. Practically triple for each hour saved. So I followed Finch's advice."

The admission of his initial naiveté made him seem more like the child he still was for his parents, despite his extraordinary achievements.

"But do you want us to move now?" asked Fern, the turtle at her side seeming equally interested in the answer as it tilted its head attentively. "And what about the rent and damages we now owe the current owner? Although I'm ashamed to admit it... We haven't been able to pay the last few months. Maybe..."

"We can communicate with him through Pegasus later," Ren interrupted gently, not wanting his mother to dwell on their financial troubles. "As for when..." he paused, the mushrooms in his hair dimming slightly. "If we could, we would leave right now, but I had planned to stay with you for two days... there's something I need to do here first..."

Wei, who had been listening silently, looked up sharply. "You didn't say anything about that. It's very dangerous to operate in the vicinity, even waiting here in this situation is already a risk. I don't think you understand the enormous importance your documentation work has for the city and the future of..."

"It's related to my cultivation," Ren explained, his eyes meeting those of his parents. "I need to visit the forest where I escaped last time." The gravity in his voice suggested this wasn't merely a casual expedition.

"The forest?" Reed tensed visibly, the turtle mirroring his unease. "The same one where you nearly died a year ago?"

The memory of that night, the fear, the desperate search when they discovered Ren missing… was still painfully fresh.

"My level is much higher now," Ren assured them, his hydra briefly manifesting in a display of crystalline armor. "It won't be a problem at all like it was then. I just need to avoid the patrols."

The confidence in his voice was backed by physical evidence of his growth, but underlying tension remained.

Wei approached, his brow furrowed with concern only slightly less than that of Ren's parents. His scholarly instincts warred with his protective impulses toward the exceptional student.

"It's part of my mushroom," Ren responded cautiously. "Since it's unique, something only I can do, I haven't documented it in my writings..."

The implication hung in the air, this was something beyond even the extraordinary methods he had already revealed.

"But the danger of losing your invaluable head," Wei insisted, leaning forward with uncharacteristic emotion. "I must insist that you're too important to the city to risk yourself."

Ren looked at him directly, a flash of determination in his eyes. "If I don't cultivate, I won't be able to write books for higher ranks."

The simple statement carried Wei's bigger weakness.

Wei opened his mouth to protest, but finally fell silent, acknowledging both his curiosity about the higher levels and recognizing the finality in the stubborn young man's words. The academic in him couldn't deny the value of such knowledge.