"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
Mr. Faith had never imagined that the one who needed salvation most was himself.This realization brought an unprecedented sense of relief as if two immense weights had been lifted from his heart.He could finally focus on other things, no longer bound by the idea that a general must always remain steadfast.As for dark energies, he could address them within his capabilities, without overexertion.With clasped hands, Mr. Faith expressed his gratitude to Frederick. "Thank you, young man. Your words have been more enlightening than decades of studying sacred teachings. Each one was filled with wisdom."He turned to Varek and beckoned him closer. "Varek, there's no need to inform the military to head to the front lines. Come with me back to Valyr City; I need to spend time with my family." Varek readily agreed, casting a grateful look at Frederick.He hadn't expected the young man to be so persuasive, altering Mr. Faith's resolve with just a few words.It was a feat that seemed n
"Please, Mr. Faith. Tell me what happened back then so I can learn who murdered my father," Scarlett pleaded.20 years ago, Draco was a prominent figure in Jenaire City, but he met a sudden and violent end in a restaurant.When Tyger arrived with young Scarlett, they found only Draco's lifeless body, poisoned with parasitic venom. Yet, Draco's face was peaceful and devoid of any trace of pain or anger.Tyger was experienced in such matters, and he deduced that Draco must have encountered Mr. Faith, the Sacred General known for easing the suffering of the deceased. After much investigation, it was confirmed that Mr. Faith had indeed been in Jenaire City during that time. Though Tyger longed to ask about the events of that day, he knew someone of Mr. Faith's stature was not easily accessible.For years, Tyger and Scarlett collected every scrap of information they could about Mr. Faith, learning only that he suffered from chronic ailments. They believed they would never have the c
"I haven't seen these two before," Jacob admitted. Tyger remained optimistic. "With modern technology, we'll find a way to track them down." Jacob nodded in agreement. With enough resources, locating the two men in the drawings was merely a matter of time.The three of them looked at Frederick with profound gratitude. If not for him, they would never have had access to the legendary Sacred General.In a synchronized gesture, all three knelt before Frederick. Startled, Frederick rushed to help them up. "There's no need for this!""Mr. York, we will never forget your kindness. We owe you a great debt of gratitude. In the future, even if it means going through life and death, we will repay your kindness."Frederick understood the importance of loyalty and repayment in their line of work, but such a grand gesture wasn't necessary.He quickly helped them to their feet. As the sky began to brighten, Frederick realized he had been awake all night and was utterly exhausted.He sa
Time seemed to stop as their eyes locked. Vivianne offered a gentle smile, her lips softly grazing Frederick's.To her surprise, Frederick responded with an unexpected passion, overwhelming the inexperienced Vivianne. She felt dizzy and breathless, her mind a blank canvas as he held her tightly. Frederick was typically passive and only occasionally received affection from Vivianne. However, he was acting strangely out of character now.As he grew bolder in his advances, Vivianne understood his intentions. Panicked, she cried out, "Frederick, I'm not ready. We're not married yet. Please, give me two days to prepare." But Frederick seemed deaf to her pleas, his kisses growing more fervent.Suddenly, Vivianne's phone rang.Recognizing her father's name on the screen, she begged, "Frederick, stop! My dad is calling. I need to answer it." Frederick ignored her entirely as if possessed.Vivianne was forced to struggle against him. Amid their struggle, the Violet Spirit Vessel
Frederick's brow furrowed as he pondered, and then his eyes widened with realization. "Did you say your father called to say he had a stomach ache?"Vivianne nodded as her confusion grew. "Yes, but why are you and my dad making such a fuss about it?"Frederick suddenly leaped out of bed. "We need to check on him. He might have been poisoned!"Vivianne's blood ran cold as she remembered the packet of parasitic worm eggs Frederick had given her earlier.He had explained that if her father ingested them, any harmful parasites introduced later would be attacked by these worms, resulting in pain as they battled within his body. She had repeatedly warned her father to alert her immediately if he felt any discomfort so they could investigate who was trying to harm him.Vivianne quickly dressed and jumped out of bed. "Let's go to my dad," she urged.She berated herself for forgetting this crucial detail until Frederick reminded her.They rushed to Theodore's room, where they found h
Vivianne trembled as she wiped away tears. "How... How do we lure him out?"Frederick calmly replied, "Remember how we concealed the fact that four patients were cured? The culprit likely saw they weren't and assumed no one could treat the poison, which is why he struck again. We'll tell the Monroes your father was poisoned and we can't treat him, so he must go to the medical room."When he's there and the poison doesn't kill him, the culprit will panic and strike again. That's when we'll catch him." Vivianne nodded and approved of Frederick's plan. She then turned to her weakened father and said, "Dad, you need to play along for a bit."Writhing in agony from parasitic bites, Theodore could only manage a nod from his bed. A deeply worried Vivianne rushed to get helpTheodore was in the medical room, where doctors examined him thoroughly. Despite finding no obvious issues, his extreme weakness was undeniable, leaving the medical team perplexed.The illness was a baffling mys
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