The old Mr. Howlett stood in the square in front of the manor with a mottled and clumpy cane, and the gray-haired old man was hunched up, looking up at the men and horses who were constantly gathering and shouting, and his gray eyes flashed with a dangerous look.

Suddenly, an excited shout rang out from the tower: "It's James!" Master James is back! The lookout shook the torch in his hand vigorously and rushed down to signal. Mr. Howlett let out a sigh of relief, and slowly groped his way down 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 manor riders in some amazement. A few strides to Mr. Howlett's side.

"Grandfather, what's wrong?" James crouched in front of Mr. Howlett with some concern, and even then he was slightly taller than Mr. Howlett who was sitting on the top steps, and the old man's muscles and bones had atrophied over the years.

"You're embarrassed to ask, a kid who doesn't make people worry? Why did you come back so late today! Mr. Howlett asked with some sternness.

"I'm sorry grandfather, I was a little delayed in the woods today, and I worried you." James replied apologetically. Mr. Howlett glanced at the mess on his grandson's body, and saw the faint blood stains on the sleeves of his arms pause slightly.

said slowly: "Don't do this again in the future, it's not stable lately." He got up and waved his cane, and the crowd in the square dispersed in an orderly manner, without asking James what had happened in the forest. Just said, "Come in and eat." Then he walked slowly back to the manor.

Victor looked at James from afar under another tower, as if he had given up trimming his nails, leaving them to grow black and shiny, with a metallic sheen, growing about two centimeters from his fingertips.

Victor James was three or four years old, and now he was more than two meters tall like an iron tower, his clothes and pants were bulging with strong muscles, his dark brown hair was long and messy over his shoulders, and there was always a slight whistling of a tiger lying on the ground between his breaths.

James, who was walking towards the house with his grandfather, stopped at the door, turned around and met Victor's gaze from a distance, nodded imperceptibly, and entered the house. Victor stood at the foot of the watchtower for a long time, ignoring the riders around him, who were always careful to keep their distance from him and quickly return to their respective rooms, and stayed for a long time before leaving.

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

"O'Hara, wait." James stopped the little maid who was covered in letters that no one should enter, and asked carefully, "Grandfather asked you about me today?" O'Hara let out an imperceptible "um".

James smiled wryly, "Did he reprimand you?" Seeing that she didn't say anything, James was full of apologies. Sorry for worrying you. ”

After a while, O'Hara raised his voice and said, "What else? ”

"And? Well...... Forget your rabbit, I'll make it up to you next time. James said tentatively, cautiously watching his maid's expression. O'Hara glanced at him when she heard this, snorted softly, twitched the corners of her mouth a few times, forced her face, and left the room slowly.

James shook his head and muttered: "Isn't it too humane, how can a maid dare to show face to her master in this era......"

Late at night, in Mr. Howlett's study.

The old man chatted his elaborate dark yellow ivory pipe, coughed violently from time to time, turned on the kerosene lamp beside him, and looked carefully at the letters from the surrounding manors, his brows tightly furrowed.

The new governor, Kevin Smith, has been raising Alberta's tax targets in recent days, arguing that early concessions to encourage manor owners to build colonies should be phased out as the region grows. In addition, yesterday it was claimed that the beef cattle herding area of the Howlett family had seriously encroached on the land directly under the royal family, not only using a pair of lancers to kill more than a dozen cattle, but also capturing the head of the pastoral area and several herdsmen.

Mr. Howlett was well aware of the Governor's purpose, but without mentioning the consequences of a confrontation with the authorities, his age and body did not allow him to fight and kill as before. What the old man wants is to get through this hurdle and hand over the family business to James safely, for the sake of his grandson, for the last future of the family. Even if you lower this old head.

James now sleeps very little, and he only needs about three hours of deep sleep every night to cope with the fatigue of the day. And after the mutant ability awakened, his energy became extraordinarily abundant, and there were even some exaggerations that made it difficult for him to adapt.

At two o'clock in the morning, he got up and jumped down from the balcony on the third floor, and landed lightly on the ground, his burly figure of nearly 1.9 meters was like a feather pillow, but he made a slight "poof" sound. Instead of going to the stables to find his mount, Panda, he threw off his long legs and ran with a puff of dust towards a valley stretched out of the Rocky Mountains in the distance. Today he is going to test his physical level.

It was about fifteen kilometers from the manor to the valley, James sprinted with all his might, and at the same time used the technique of "shrinking the ground into inches" with his superior steps, grasping the ground with his toes, pulling up a gray line mixed with turf and dust, and when he reached the bottom of the mountain, he took out the pocket watch in his jacket pocket, and the moonlight tonight was obscured by heavy dark clouds, and the light was extremely limited, but he seemed to be completely unaffected.

"Fifteen kilometers took about fifteen minutes, that's about ...... With a speed of 100 meters and 6 seconds, and without the slightest feeling of fatigue, he should be able to run more than 100 kilometers at full strength. ”

James steadied himself, looked up at the highest and steepest cliff in the valley, and slowly crouched down.

"Bang!"

He jumped up on the spot, rose more than three meters high before slowly falling, reached the rock wall full of hard bluestone, and inserted his five fingers into the rock, and tapped his toes on the rock wall to exert force, and jumped up again, and climbed to the highest point of this valley in six or seven jumps.

James thought for a moment at the top of the hill and dodged into the woods, testing his strength against boulders and stout trees. In this era of no testing equipment, he can only test his body in this most superficial way.

In the dark and quiet mountains, a few rays of white moonlight leaked slightly, and a discordant "drum beat" was played.

Bang! Poof! Boom Boom!

Whether it was the beasts in the forest or the birds that roosted in their nests, they were all frightened away by this arrogant and uninvited guest. The various trees that were broken or tilted by the two of them after being broken or tilted were full of huge bluestones that had been shattered and chiseled. Scattered throughout the messy valley, James breathed slightly faster and looked at his hands.

"All kinds of strength, speed and explosiveness far exceed the limits of the human body and the limits of the dark strength fist method that I know, and this body that can heal itself quickly can easily withstand the urging of dark energy, even the grandmaster at the peak of the transformation of strength is far from reaching, as for the ordinary dark strength boxer who can only play three or four times of dark energy, he is even more hopeful, maybe only the legendary 'not seen or broken' can have such physical strength. Finally......" James clenched his fists and slowly lifted them.

There was a slight squirm on the forearm, and six bone claws pierced out of the fist, and under the moonlight, they were white and dazzling.

James staggered and collided with the two claw thorns, feeling their hardness, and suddenly, reflexively swung his fist across a tall tree that had survived, and the tree body was like three scars deep from a saw, as deep as the bone claws on the fist.

Stunned for a moment, he stabbed his fist at the boulder next to him, and his bone claws were like a defeated fist, hitting a crack.

"There's only one last item left...... James muttered to himself, gently unbuttoned and took off his shirt, and suddenly staggered his fists and stabbed himself in the shoulders!

Bang! Six bone claws hung dripping with blood, and came out of their shoulders. James gritted his teeth and snorted, not letting himself scream, beads of sweat the size of beans broke out all over his body.

"Whew!" He put away his claws and put them into his flesh and blood, his body trembled slightly, almost at the same time as the claw thorns were withdrawn, the twelve blood holes in the front and back of his shoulders stopped bleeding, and they slowly closed with the naked eye, James looked at his shoulders left and right, and counted seven or eight numbers silently in his heart, and the wound recovered as before, no longer painful, and moved freely.

"I remember that Wolverine Logan's physical fitness is barely at the limit level of ordinary humans, and his strength, speed, and destructive power are not as good as his half-brother Victor, and the bone claws should only be harder than normal bones, and they are not as close to metal-like strength as they are now. But the best self-healing ability makes no difference. James thought about his physical condition little by little.

He sat quietly cross-legged on the ground, gradually calming down, and the world in his perception gradually changed......