The First Heir

Philip sat in the yacht and approached the small island’s port. At this moment, more than a dozen fully-armed Clarke family’s guards were standing guard there.

Philip got off the yacht and just stepped ashore when he was greeted with a bear hug by a stout, dark-skinned man with a smile on his face.

“Welcome back!”

The man, about 30 years old, grinned with a mouthful of white teeth.

Philip smiled and hugged him for a while before letting go. He said, “Buck, it’s been a while…”

Buck Jolly patted Philip on the shoulder with a face full of smiles. He reached out to hammer the other party’s chest and said, “Good on you. You’ve been gone for more than seven years and your body is still in good shape with no signs of falling behind. In a moment, I want to see if you’ve forgotten what I taught you.”

Philip smiled as he followed the man forward and said, “Okay.”

Buck Jolly was the captain of the Clarke family’s sixth guard squad. He could also be considered as Philip’s master before as he was the training captain specially chosen for him by Roger Clarke.

learned half his skills

best among

island all year round. Many of them were familiar faces who used to fool around with him in

Master.” These people grinned

and

the mausoleum, a group of guards with respectful and solemn gazes separated on two sides

entrance, Philip looked up at the gray mottled stone pillar gate. Behind it, the

feet and walking up the long stone steps, Philip felt endless sorrow in his heart with every step he

been away for seven years. He had not returned

the anniversary of

could not investigate the disappearance of his sister. He had not found out the truth about what

stairs, Philip knelt in front of the tombstone in the mausoleum. On the tombstone, there was a picture

that could launch a thousand