Albert watched Sirius disappear down the hallway, his eyes narrowing suspiciously"Mr. Faith? Personal officer? Sounds more like..."A realization dawned on Albert, and his expression shifted dramatically. "Could that be... Sacred General Mr. Faith?The revelation sparked a peal of laughter from Albert. "If this esteemed guest Sirius mentioned truly manages to tick off Sacred General so badly he falls ill, well, there might not be a Monroe family left in Stanva City. That would certainly be a source of amusement for the Harmon family."The exchange didn't go unnoticed by Priscilla and Grace. Though unfamiliar with Salmasia's major powers, the name "Scared General" rang a faint bell. Mr. Faith was a revered military leader, commanding the entire northern Salmasian army. Like any soldier, his youth was spent on the battlefield, his hands inevitably stained with the blood of enemies.But unlike others, Mr. Faith held a unique belief—that death ended an enemy's sins, allowing for a
After settling Mr. Faith, Sirius felt like he'd been dunked in the ocean. Sweat plastered his clothes to his skin.Wayne spoke up in a hurried tone, "Mr. Sirius, since Mr. York is the one who caused Mr. Faith's illness, perhaps he can heal him too. His supposedly miraculous medical skills might be just what we need."Sirius's fury boiled over. He lashed out, a stinging slap connecting with Wayne's face. "Don't be ridiculous! Mr. Faith is simply sickened by Frederick's actions. We might still avoid blame for this. But if we suggest Frederick treat him, and Mr. Faith dies... that makes us accomplices to murder!" Wayne cradled his throbbing cheek and stammered in confusion. "Didn't you say Mr. York could extend life?"Sirius slumped in defeat, letting out a helpless sigh. "There's a chance his medical skills are a hoax. Even Grandpa might have been fooled. It's too early to tell for sure, but one thing's clear. Frederick has brought us nothing but trouble."…Meanwhile, Frederick d
Witnessing the scene before him, Tyger's mind reeled in confusion.Wasn't Scarlett plotting to use Frederick for their own gain? How had the situation devolved into two women vying for the same man's attention?The concept of conquest seemed laughably misplaced.As Tyger entered, Scarlett, seemingly embarrassed by the sight and mindful of his seniority, quickly disentangled herself from Frederick. However, she seized the moment. "Uncle Tyger, has the big shot arrived?"Tyger was brimming with excitement as he said, "Indeed, Ms. Samson. Anticipating their arrival tonight, Jacob and I took turns watching the Imperial Suite. We just witnessed them being transported inside. Perhaps his old ailment has resurfaced."A spark of delight flickered in Scarlett's eyes. It meant an opportunity.Though she felt a pang of sympathy for Jacob and Tyger, who were forced to stand guard despite their age, she couldn't deny her own motives. Here she was, bickering with Vivianne in Frederick's room
Scarlett and Tyger reacted with lightning reflexes. In a coordinated move, they lunged at Varek, each grabbing one of his thick arms. Varek was caught off guard by their sudden assault and found himself momentarily restrained. Even with their combined strength, Scarlett and Tyger were pushed to their limits, struggling to hold back Varek's massive power.It was a shocking display of raw strength that left them both breathless."So you truly intend to harm Mr. Faith!" Varek roared, his voice thick with suspicion.Before Varek could unleash another blow, Frederick sprang into action. With a flick of his wrist, a silver needle flew through the air, embedding itself precisely in a pressure point on Varek's body. The effect was instantaneous. Varek froze, his powerful muscles locking up, rendering him speechless and immobile. Scarlett and Tyger were drained from their brief struggle and collapsed onto the floor.Their faces drained of color as the residual force from simply trying
Frederick employed this technique for a specific reason. The murderous persona residing within him was a potent force of evil.This technique served a dual purpose—suppressing the persona and converting its darkness into usable power.However, Frederick had always avoided complete absorption, opting to keep the entity subdued.Now, he was siphoning the dark energy from Mr. Faith's body. The idea that the revered Sacred General could harbor an evil force within its depths would be utterly inconceivable to outsiders.The intensity of the evil force within Mr. Faith was staggering, making suppression a herculean effort for Frederick. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fought to contain and absorb the dark energy. Any lapse in concentration could result in the entity overwhelming him, allowing his murderous persona to take the reins.At that critical moment, the silver needle dislodged from Varek's body, clattering against the wall. The sound alerted Tyger and Scarlett immediate
Frederick's eyelids fluttered open, revealing a flicker of exhaustion.Mr. Faith's voice was laced with concern as he inquired, "Young man, why did you shoulder such a burden? I could have carried this pain alone, there was no need to share it with you."A faint smile touched Frederick's lips. "Mr. Faith, your compassion shines brightly. I couldn't stand by and watch you suffer in silence."Mr. Faith's astonishment deepened as he observed Frederick's unwavering composure. "But young man, you absorbed the entirety of the dark energy within me and yet remain unaffected?"Even a seasoned cultivator like Mr. Faith had nearly succumbed to suppressing the dark energy. Yet, Frederick, so young and inexperienced, had subdued it with apparent ease. Frederick merely offered a cryptic smile. "Let's just say I possess a technique capable of suppressing such forces. Mr. Faith, your unwavering fortitude is truly commendable. You've used your cultivation to suppress this evil force for years.
"Mr. Faith, you..."Mr. Faith simply offered a gentle wave of his hand, silencing the bewildered Varek.Frederick was overwhelmed by the unexpected gift and blurted out, "Mr. Faith, I can't possibly accept this! It's far too valuable."Mr. Faith's gentle smile grew warmer as he explained, "Material possessions have never held much value for me. The Violet Spirit Vessel has always been a tool for helping others. "I believe you are better suited to wield the Vessel now, young friend. Use it to banish the darkness within you. And perhaps, you can use the Vessel to help others struggling with similar burdens." Mr. Faith grasped Frederick's hands, conveying the weight of his trust.Seeing the resolute determination etched on Mr. Faith's face, Frederick knew he had no choice but to accept the Vessel.The murderous persona within him, coupled with the darkness he'd absorbed from Mr. Faith, was a constant threat. Perhaps the Vessel could offer a glimmer of hope in his darkest moments.
With Varek's level of cultivation, jumping into the sea posed no threat of drowning.A few minutes later, he climbed back onto the cruise, dripping wet and furious. His bare chest was heaving, his clothes were soaked, and his eyes burned with rage toward Frederick. Varek's empty hands confirmed he hadn't found the Violet Spirit Vessel.It wasn't his fault; finding it in the vast ocean was an impossible task."You ungrateful brat! Mr. Faith gave you his most precious possession, and you tossed it into the sea! This is blatant disrespect! I'll kill you for this!" Just as Varek lunged, Mr. Faith snapped out of his shock and stopped him.He turned to Frederick and asked, "Why did you do that? You know how valuable the Violet Spirit Vessel is. It can absorb dark energy and help countless people."Frederick calmly replied, "Indeed, it can. But without the Vessel, do those dark energies simply vanish?"Mr. Faith frowned, not following Frederick's logic."The world won't change beca
Mary's case was the most severe, while Ivan's symptoms were the mildest, and Frederick could roughly deduce the sequence of transmissions among them. It was clear that Mary infected Nigel, who then passed it to Kimberly, then finally passed it to Ivan. Frederick also saw that Ivan was actually a decent person who unfortunately ended up being betrayed and infected. However, Nigel was primarily worried that Ivan might start trusting Frederick, as he wanted Ivan to believe in his capabilities to carry out his plan.Originally, he intended for Mary to insult Frederick for being poor and unskilled, but she ended up attacking him for having an unpleasant odor, which backfired when Frederick exposed her for contracting syphilis. Now, Nigel had no choice but to take matters into his own hands, he then said to Frederick, "Hehe, Frederick. We all know Ivy is a director, what exactly do you do to be worthy of her?"Nigel assumed that Frederick was just a low-level salesperson, something
Hearing Frederick's words, Kimberly jumped with joy and stopped crying. While wiping her tears, she pointed at Mary, laughing and said, "You're covered in syphilis, yet you're making fun of me.""Slut, I wonder how many people you've slept with!" After being pointed and insulted, Mary was furious and she was ready to fight Kimberly. "You bitch! I am going to teach you a lesson!" At this moment, Nigel felt terrible. If Mary was diseased, he'd be the first victim. He grabbed Mary and shouted, "Bitch, let me teach you a lesson first. Now I know why you always wanted the lights off! I thought you were shy, but you just didn't want me to find out."In a fit of anger, Nigel slapped Mary hard across the face. Just as Mary was about to explain, she was interrupted by another slap. Holding her face, she yelled angrily, "Nigel, how dare you hit me?! Do you want me to expose all your little schemes and tricks?"Nigel froze in horror; if Mary exposed him, it would have been disastrous.
Kimberly heard her laughter, and body odor had always been a sensitive issue for her; a wound she'd tried to cover up over the years. For Frederick to bring it up in front of everyone felt like rubbing salt into an open wound. Yet what hurt even more was Mary's laughter; as a fellow woman, it felt like salt to the wound, then roasting it. Kimberly was furious, pointed at Mary and said, "What are you laughing at? Do you want me to come over there and shut you up?"Mary felt wronged, she had only let out a reflexive laugh, but now Kimberly's anger was directed at her. "Did I laugh at you? What proof do you have that I laughed at you?""You're the one with body odor, yet you're taking it out on others. You're such an unreasonable woman!"Kimberly grew even angrier after hearing Mary's retort. "You're the one with body odor, your whole family has it!" "Look at what you're wearing, it's like you just threw on two pillowcases. You're a shameless woman, just trying to show off t
When everyone heard Ivy's words, they laughed even more. Her words effectively confirmed that Frederick did indeed have an unpleasant odor. It wasn't entirely her fault as Kimberly's words had been a bit of a trap. "Haha, if you smell, just take a shower and don't embarrass yourself here.""With all that cheap stuff on, no wonder he has a smell."Hearing this, Frederick simply gave a slight smile and then asked Mary and Kimberly, "Are two really that fragrant?"Mary and Kimberly lifted their heads proudly after hearing Frederick's words. "Why don't you ask everyone here, ask them if we smell good or not?""Exactly, go ahead and ask."Both of them considered themselves beautiful, and of course, they would smell pleasant. The men around them quickly chimed in, especially those eager to admire Mary, who was dressed in a way that gave them a bit of eye candy. "Of course, they smell good. How could these two beautiful ladies not smell good?""Hehe, Frederick with his cheap, th
In a hidden corner, Nigel said to Mary, "Damn it, that bumpkin Frederick keeps stealing my spotlight. I am worried that our plan won't go well later.""You should help me humiliate him properly, and Ivan's girlfriend will back you up."Mary pursed her lips and said to Nigel, "Every time something comes up, you just ask me to handle it. My bag hasn't been bought yet, and you've lost 300 thousand dollars"Although Nigel was annoyed by Mary hitting a sore spot, he kept his tone calm and replied, "Help me humiliate Frederick and talk him down in front of Ivan. After that, leave the rest to me. Once it's done, I'll get you more than one bag, I could get you ten bags and it wouldn't be a problem. I don't care about that small amount of money. You saw that Porsche just now, right? I wouldn't mind burning it if I had to." Hearing this, Mary was delighted and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, babe." She hadn't realized that Nigel was so wealthy and even had a Porsche. Up until th
Knowing Martin as someone who knew a lot about wood, everyone immediately looked as though they were ready for a good show. They were convinced that the Saint George statue couldn’t possibly be made of anything valuable.Martin let out a strange exclamation. "What the hell!"Kimberly, thinking that Martin was angry, quickly said, "Mr. Lawson, tell us what’s so disastrous about this wood. Are you saying it’s just a piece of junk?"Contrary to expectations, Martin replied angrily, "I’m saying that whoever preserved this Saint George statue was a jerk. This is genuine sandalwood, and yet it’s completely neglected, covered in dust."Most of the group had no idea what sandalwood was worth, but judging by the name alone, it sounded impressive.Kimberly asked curiously, "Mr. Lawson, are you saying this is really antique wood?"Martin examined the statue carefully, scrutinizing every detail. "Judging by the texture, this carving must have been made at least 150 years ago."Everyone was
"The Saint George statue was indeed a fitting choice for a karaoke." Nigel chuckled, turning to Ivy.“Why didn’t you just go on Amazon and buy a new one for a few dozen bucks? This one is obviously second-hand. Or was it picked up from some junk stall?”Frederick heard Nigel’s mockery and nodded in agreement, a faint smile on his lips. “You’re not wrong. This statue actually was picked up from a street stall.”“At the Treasure Hall in the antique trade market, no less. And yes, it’s an antique.”The truth was, the statue was from the Victorian era. Even the owner of Treasure Hall, Dominic, had recognized its age but dismissed it as worthless, tossing it onto a stall outside.Frederick had picked it up casually, thinking it would come in handy one day, and now it was the perfect gift for Ivan.Hearing this, Nigel burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. “An antique? Treasure Hall? You’re really trying to fool us.”Kimberly chimed in, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she glance
The group’s attention was fully captured by Frederick’s words, their eyes all on him. Nigel, knowing that Kimberly had informed Ivy at the last minute and that she likely didn’t have a gift, sneered at Frederick."Well, if you’ve got a gift, go ahead and show it.""Considering Ivy and Kimberly’s relationship, the gift should be pretty decent, right?"Everyone was now staring at Frederick with anticipation, curious to see what kind of gift he could produce.Ivy, on the other hand, was completely flustered. She hadn’t handed any gift to Frederick, though she understood he was trying to help her out of a tough spot. But wasn’t this making things even more awkward?Nigel continued to press him, "Where’s the gift? Come on, take it out already.""After all this time, you still can’t take it out. Don’t tell me you don’t even have one."Frederick glanced at Nigel with a calm smile. "Oh? Are you planning to bet 300 grand with me again?"Nigel froze. There was no way he had another 300 t
Ivan was deeply moved, feeling as though all the unpleasantness from their school days had been swept away. A sense of childhood nostalgia, unique to old classmates, welled up within him.The crowd continued to shower Nigel with praise, giving him thumbs up one after another."A gift worth 10 grand is no small amount. Nigel is truly generous.""That’s right. These days, even classmates hesitate to prepare gifts, but Nigel has shown such generosity.."Most of the attendees had come because of their connection with Kimberly. Each had prepared gifts with costs ranging from a few hundred dollars. Compared to Nigel’s grandiose gift worth 10 thousand, their contributions paled in comparison.Hearing the compliments, Nigel waved his hand dismissively, feigning modesty. "It’s nothing, really. After all, Ivan and I are good friends from way back."Then, Nigel’s expression shifted slightly as he added, "Speaking of good friends, I’m sure it’s not just me and Ivan here who share a special b