Derrick was shocked. For the past one month, he had just been focused on training, but now he had been thrown right back into the world.
"I thought I was the only one in this generation to have a grandmaster talent?" Derrick had searched far and wide.
According to the records, the last person to have a grandmaster talent died about 3 centuries ago.
"Well, Eldrion's talent was kept a secret for his own protection," Sir Thompson explained.
Derrick sighed, he leaned back into his chair, his eyes focused on Sir Thompson.
To be honest, he was a little angry, angry that he had not been told the truth all this while.
If he had access to someone like Eldrion early on, then he could have simply asked him more questions and trained with someone who knew what it was like to be him.
"I'm sorry we didn't tell you, but it was Eldrion's wish." Sir Thompson answered honestly.
Derrick sighed once again, he understood where Sir Thompson was coming from.
