The elderly Mr. Howlet stood in the square in front of the manor with mottled and clumpy crutches. The old man with white hair was hunched over and looked up at the people who were constantly gathering and shouting. His gray eyes were flashing with dangerous eyes.

Suddenly, an excited shout sounded from the tower: "It's James! Master James is back!" The lookout shook the torch in his hand and rushed to the bottom to signal. Mr. Howlet breathed out and slowly groped and sat on the steps of the main building.

After a few breaths, James ran to the square, raised his legs and jumped off his horse, looking at the tense manor riders in amazement. He strided a few big strides to Mr. Howlet.

"Grandfather, what happened?" James squatted in front of Mr. Howlet with some concern. Even so, he was slightly higher than Mr. Howlet who was sitting on the steps above. The old man's muscles and bones have shrunk significantly over the years.

"You, a worry-free boy, are you embarrassed to ask? Why did you come back so late today!" Mr. Howlet asked sternly.

"Sorry grandfather, I delayed a little in the woods today, which made you worry." James answered apologetically. Mr. Howlet looked at the mess on his grandson's body, and saw the faint blood on his arms and sleeves, and stopped for a moment.

He said slowly: "Don't do this again in the future, I'm not at ease recently." He stood up and waved the crutches in his hand. Everyone dispersed in an orderly manner in the square, without asking James what happened in the forest. He just said, "Come in for dinner." Then he slowly returned to the manor.

Victor looked at James from a distance from the other tower. He seemed to have given up trimming his nails, letting them grow black and shiny, with a little metallic luster, about two centimeters of his fingertips.

Victor is three or four years old. Now he is more than two meters tall like an iron tower. His clothes are swelling with strong muscles, and his dark brown hair is long and messy on his shoulders. There is always a slight whistle from the lying on the ground during his breathing.

As his grandfather walked into the house, James stopped at the door, turned around and collided with Victor's eyes from afar, nodded slightly, and entered the house. Victor stood under the hood for a while, ignored the riders around who were always careful to keep a distance from him and quickly returned to their respective rooms, and stayed for a long time before leaving.

After dinner, O'Hara nodded and made hot water for James to wash, put it into his room without saying a word and tried to leave, trying not to meet James.

"Oh Hara, wait." James called the little maid who was full of strangers and asked carefully: "Did my grandfather ask you and me today?" Oh Hara said "yes" imperceptibly.

James smiled bitterly and said, "Did he scold you?" Seeing that she didn't say anything, James apologized. "I'm sorry, I've made you worried."

After a while, O'Hara said loudly, "What else?"

"And? Well... I forgot your rabbit, I will make it up for you next time." James said tentatively, looking at his maid's expression cautiously. O'Hara glanced at him after hearing this, hummed softly, and twitched a few times. He swayed his face and left the room with a swaying look.

James shook his head and muttered: "Isn't it too humane? No maid dares to show his face to his master in this era..."

Late at night, Mr. Howlet's study.

The old man sucked the sophisticated dark yellow ivory pipe and coughed violently from time to time. He lit up some kerosene lamps beside him, and looked at the letters from various manors around him, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

The new Governor Kevin Smith has been continuously raising Alberta's tax indicators in recent days. He believes that the early concession policy for encouraging estate owners to build colonies should be gradually abolished with the development of the region. And yesterday, it was claimed that the Beef Cattle Pastoral Area of ​​the Howit's family seriously occupied the land directly under the royal family, not only did a pair of lancers kill more than a dozen cows, but also captured the person in charge of the pastoral area and several herders.

Mr. Howlet knew clearly the purpose of the Governor, but he did not mention the consequences of head-on confrontation with the official, nor did he allow himself to fight and kill like before. What the old man wanted was to overcome this hurdle and hand over the family business to James, for his grandson and for the last future of the family. Even if he lowered his old head.

James now has very little sleep time. He only needs about three hours of deep sleep to cope with the fatigue of the day. After awakening of the mutant ability, his energy becomes particularly abundant, and even some exaggerated things that make him difficult to adapt to.

At around two o'clock in the morning, he got up and jumped down from the balcony on the third floor, landing lightly on the ground. His burly body, which was nearly 1.9 meters tall, was like a feather pillow, only making a slight "pop" sound. He did not go to the horseshe to find his mount Panda, but instead shook his long legs and brought a burst of dust to a valley extending from the Rocky Mountains in the distance. Today he would test his physical level carefully.

It was about fifteen kilometers from the manor to the valley. James tried his best to sprint, and at the same time used the skill of "reducing the ground into an inch" of Yuzhu. He tried his best to grab the ground with his toes, clamping the ground, pulling a gray line mixed with turf and dust. After reaching the foot of the mountain, he took out the pocket watch in his top pocket. Tonight's moonlight was covered by thick dark clouds, and the light was extremely limited, but he seemed to be completely unaffected.

"Fifteen kilometers took about fifteen minutes, and that was almost... it had a speed of 100 meters and six seconds, and there was no feeling of fatigue at all. You should be able to run for more than 100 kilometers with all your strength."

James calmed down, looked up at the highest and steepest cliff in the valley, and slowly squatted down.

"Bang!"

He jumped on the spot, rose more than three meters high before he slowly showed a tendency to fall. He reached the rock wall full of hard bluestone, and his five fingers "splashed" into the rock. He tapped the rock wall with his toes and exerted force. He jumped up again. With six or seven jumps, he reached the highest point of the valley.

James thought about it slightly at the top of the mountain, rushed into the forest, testing his fist strength on the huge rocks and the thick tree. In this era without any testing equipment, he could only test his body in this superficial way.

In the dark and quiet mountains, a few rays of bright white moonlight burst out, and disharmonious "drums" sounded.

Bang! Puff! Boom! Boom!

Whether it was the wild beasts in the forest or the birds living in the nest, they were all scared away by this arrogant and uninvited guest. The trees surrounded by two people, which were broken or tilted after being penetrated, were covered with huge bluestones after being broken and chiseled. They were spread throughout this messy valley, and James breathed slightly faster and looked at his hands.

"The speed and explosive power of various forces are far beyond the limits of the human body and the limits of the dark force boxing that I know. Moreover, this body that can heal itself quickly can easily withstand the inspiration of dark force. Even the master of the peak of the transformation force is far from reaching. As for the ordinary dark force boxer who can only exert dark force three or four times, he sighed. Perhaps only the legendary "Seeking and Indestructible" can have such physical strength. Finally..." James clenched his fists and slowly raised it.

There was a slight wriggling on the forearm, and six bone claws stabbed out from the fist. Under the moonlight, it was dazzling white.

James collided with two claws, feeling their hardness, and suddenly turned around and punched a tall tree that had survived. The tree body seemed to have three scars deep on the saw, as deep as the bone claws on the fist.

He was stunned for a moment and rushed to the boulder next to him. His bone claws were as if they had fallen into a defeat and were out of the fist, and a crack was revealed.

"The last item is left..." James murmured to himself, gently unbuttoned his buttons and took off his shirt, suddenly fists intertwined, stabbing his shoulders!

Bang! Six bone claws were hanging with blood and shedding her shoulders. James groaned, but didn't let himself scream, and beads of sweat all over his body.

"Swish!" He put away his claws and returned to his flesh and blood, his body trembled slightly. Almost as the claws were retracted, the twelve blood holes on his shoulders stopped bleeding, and slowly closed them with the naked eye. James looked at his shoulders left and right, counting seven or eight in his heart, and the wound recovered as before, without any pain, and was free to move.

"I remember that Wolverine Logan's physical fitness is barely as high as the limit of ordinary humans. His strength, speed, and destructive power are not as good as his half-brother Victor. The bone claws should be just stronger than normal bone hardness, and they are not as close to metal as they are now. However, there is no difference between the best self-healing ability." James bit by bit considering his physical condition.
Chapter completed!