Classless Awakening; My Dragon Is Legendary-Chapter 34: Meeting Sir Thompson

Derrick left the training room with his mind and body focused on a singular goal: He needed to see Sir Thompson.

Ever since he was a boy, Sir Thompson had trained him, and he felt he had a way deeper connection to Sir Thompson than with Royal Knight.

Royal knight’s method of training was often stoic and lacked proper emotions.

Royal Knight acted like a robot most times, and Derrick had recognized it as a major block.

There were many things Derrick needed to learn that didn’t just have to do with the physical, he needed emotions to master many things.

What was the point of learning a powerful attack if he didn’t feel accomplished or rewarded after learning it?

Derrick also, couldn’t blame Royal Knight, that was how he had been raised, taught from a young age that emotions only clouded one’s judgment.

Derrick opened his room and drew a bath, washing off the sweat, grime, dirt and grass from his skin.

If he wanted to see Sir Thompson, then he couldn’t afford to be messy.

The only thing Sir Thompson hated more than laziness was untidiness.

Derrick stepped out of the bathroom, he took one more deep breath before solidifying his will.

There was no going back or backing out now, his decision was final.

Derrick stood before the mirror, staring at his now disguised self.

The oversized black trench coat, covered most of his body, leaving just enough space for his hands and limbs.

His hood was pulled low, hiding most of his face, and in his hands was a cane.

With Derrick’s disguise, he could now move around freely, without the looming fear of anyone of Ivan’s assassins.

He bent his back slightly, giving himself an artificial arch, to complete the disguise.

Anyone who looked at him now, wouldn’t see Dravania’s prince, just a frail old man.

"That should do," he murmured to himself, fully ready.

For a brief moment, doubt grew quietly in his heart, he wasn’t even sure if he should continue his journey.

He shook his head and pushed the thought away.

Sir Thompson was waiting. Or maybe he was not. Either way, Derrick needed to know.

Derrick slipped out of his room, using his skills to ensure no one detected him.

He strolled through the corridors of his manor with his disguise.

The corridors of Derrick’s Manor was filled with conversations and footsteps, yet no one turned his way.

The guards at the outer gates barely looked twice as he passed between them, they didn’t even look his way.

’That’s strange.’ Derrick noticed. He should’ve been questioned by the guards on his way out.

’I’ve never seen these faces before.’ Derrick took notice, sure he wasn’t always up and about his manor these days, but he at least knew how it worked.

Everyone who worked in this manor had to be approved by either Royal Knight or Derrick, and Derrick knew Royal Knight would never pick such guards.

Derrick slipped out of the Manor, and finally into the Dravanian streets.

Everything hit him at once, the smell of roasted meat, merchants haggling prices with consumers and many more.

Dravania was a bustling kingdom, with a very active nightlife, no regular citizen would be asleep right now.

Derrick weaved through it all masterfully, merchants, customers and many more, none of them noticed him.

Every step he took in the streets made him realize how different he was from the rest of the world.

He could see the regular workers who were struggling to make a living.

Boys his age who were using their magical talents to find their next meal, and not to fight beasts or the dark emperor.

Dravania was a model kingdom, but it still had its problems, just like any other place.

Derrick swallowed hard, none of this was his business for now, he needed to focus on his goal.

The carriage station came into view at the far end of the street, just as busy as ever.

Long rows of carriages waited in lines, with drivers calling out to everyone who passed.

Derrick joined the flow of people moving toward them, slowing his pace further as he approached.

A carriageman with a braided beard and tired eyes notice him, and finally called out to him.

"You look lost, old man," he said. "What is your destination?"

Derrick lifted his head just enough for his voice to carry. "Northern ridge. The mountain estates."

The man gave a short whistle. "That would not be cheap."

Derrick nodded and reached into the inner lining of his coat, he took out a small pouch and opened it to reveal the coins inside.

"I will pay," Derrick said and the man’s eyes lit up, a passenger that didn’t haggle was every carriageman’s dream.

The carriageman studied him for a moment, then nodded. "Get in. Standard fare. Gold for the gate, silver for the climb."

Derrick climbed inside without another word and the carriage door shut behind him.

Not long into the journey, the carriageman finally spoke "Are you going up there for business?."

"No, I’m going to see a friend." Derrick said, his voice raspy and weak.

He couldn’t exactly speak as normal, in order to maintain his act.

The man laughed quietly. " Tell me more about this old friend."

"No small talk," Derrick replied calmly, the more he spoke to the carriageman, the easier it would be for him to make a mistake.

The silence that followed was thick but respected.

The carriage continued for a few minutes, and eventually, it slowed down.

"This is as far as I go," the carriageman announced. "Foot of the mountain."

The door opened, and Derrick stepped out, his eyes fixed on the estate up ahead.

Derrick dropped a gold coin into the carriageman’s hand.

"Don’t wait for me, I’ll find my way back." Derrick gave his clear instructions, he wasn’t sure how it would be inside there.

Derrick stood at the gate of Sir Thompson’s estate, a single thought in his mind.

’What if he rejects me for being a failure?’