LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

Kyle released his clasped hands and spread them out in front of him.

These hands are a pair of noble hands, white and slender, with light blue blood vessels clearly visible on the wrists.

But these are the hands of a warrior, and the palms are covered with a secret cocoon, which is proof of his diligent practice day after day.

Am I really a waste?

Kyle looked at his hands and asked himself.

Only you know the answer to this question. A cold voice sounded in his ears.

It was his father's voice.

Kyle's eyes became firm for a moment.

Yes, only I know whether I am a waste or not.

He closed his eyes quietly and ignored the looks and comments that were either curious or malicious.

…

When returning to the Dawson family castle, Kyle unexpectedly saw an unknown person.

Or rather, a young man.

The boy had short flaxen hair, brown eyes, and a very friendly smile.

The young man followed an old man and also saw Kyle walking through the door.

Didasi looked at the young man in front of him and was amazed for a moment: in the past thirteen years of his life, he had never seen such a beautiful and elegant person, whether he was a gentleman or a girl.

Then, his eyes swept across the other party's flawless short blond hair and green pupils, and he already knew the other party's identity in his heart.

Blonde hair and blue eyes have always been a symbol of the purest bloodline of the Dawson family.

Kyle Dawson, the heir of this generation of the Dawson family.

He is also the waste who has not been recognized by the dragon...

Competitors to beat.

That's right, competitors.

Didasi was very clear about his purpose of coming to Dawson Castle.

He is just the son of a viscount. If he doesn't have a good opportunity, he will probably be just a viscount in this life.

But now, with God's blessing, a huge opportunity lies in front of him.

As long as he can catch it, his identity will undergo earth-shaking changes.

"Master Kyle." Didasi showed a gentle smile and saluted Kyle.

Kelley paused and glanced at the elder beside him.

"Butler Simon?"

The well-dressed old man bent down to Kyle: "Master Kyle, this is Master Didasi, from Rock County, a branch of our Dawson family."

Kyle's eyes narrowed.

"Did father ask him to come?"

The old man shook his head: "The great elder asked Master Didasi to come here."

Kyle felt relieved.

He lightly ordered some snacks at Didasi and turned to leave.

As long as he is not his father, he will not be sad.

In the next few days, many young men and women were sent to Dawson Castle from other places one after another.

They were arranged to live in guest rooms and had the appearance of staying there for a long time.

In the castle, both the master and the servants were curious about how the rightful heir would react.

Is it anger, sadness, or self-defeat?

However, there was nothing. Kyle seemed to have not seen those people and continued to do what he should do every day.

The serious Duke Dawson saw all this and said nothing, but there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.

This warmth turned into a question when facing the old man sitting opposite him: "Great Elder, it is not the family's turn to comment on the matter of Dawson Castle."

The gorgeously robed elder was not intimidated.

"Robert, you should know that the heir of the Dawson family cannot be a loser."

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