Wilbur paused briefly before nodding his head and answered, "Yes." The Dark Messenger frowned. "Are you a cultivator?" "A what?" Wilbur met the Dark Messenger's gaze, before shaking his head. "No, sir. I think you've got the wrong guy." Despite the fact that Wilbur had gotten significantly more powerful and could definitely take the Dark Messenger down with ease in a battle, he knew that the Dark Messenger was still just a clone of the Dark Lord. After Wilbur killed the Dark Lord's first clone, the second clone that appeared was at least ten times stronger. Wilbur could easily take this second Dark Messenger down, but the power of the Dark Lord was still unfathomable. A third Dark Messenger was bound to show up after Wilbur killed the second one, and he did not know if he would be a match for him then. Wilbur had learned his lesson and did not want to cause himself any trouble. He was determined not to expose himself, at least not before he was significantly more powerful.
In the next three days, Wilbur continued to bring in a far bigger catch compared to the other beachcombers. He was getting two thousand Skermann dollars every day, and after five days, he finally took the innkeeper's advice and got himself a personal room. The room was far from luxurious, but it was certainly clean enough and he had it all to himself. Wilbur was at least able to get some rest earlier with his own room. However, this did not happen as he would spend his nights thinking about how he was going to take care of the war-ridden nature of Bullard Bay. Kortlin had said that if the wars were not put to rest within three months, Earth would never stand a chance against the Dark Lord. The problem was that Wilbur did not know what he had to do to put an end to the wars. It would take finding out the root of all the wars to stop them, and Wilbur had been asking around for news in the past few days. He found out that the wars in Bullard Bay were caused by an organization that
Wilbur wove through the crowds, listening in on their conversations and picking up useful bits of information. Ten days later, one of the beachcombers suddenly looked up at the sky with a frown before saying, "It's been almost twenty days since a mirage showed up. I thought mirages were supposed to appear for days at a time?" "You can't be too sure about anything. Maybe the humidity levels have dropped recently, so the mirages can't take shape." "A mirage is just an image made of refractions of the sun. There's nothing special about them. People just find them interesting." "Honestly, I'm more concerned about the wars on Bullard Bay than any mirage." "Bullard Bay's at war all year long, man. The refugees from the countries around Skermann have been flocking to Skermann like crazy, and it's only made the lives of us Skermann locals worse." "I wouldn't agree with what you just said. War is something no one desires, and all human beings are equal. They shouldn't be discriminat
Skermann was under great pressure and tension because of its economy and the steadily rising number of refugees. On top of that, some of the refugees had been disrupting the peace in Skermann and wreaking havoc. Despite all of that, Wilbur did not feel any of that tension here. Maybe Wendis was just a more relaxed town? It was only after Wilbur had zoomed in on a map of Skermann that he realized that Wendis was actually located in the middle of Skermann's coastline. This meant that Wendis was the furthest away from the other countries across Bullard Bay, and that definitely explained the lack of issues in their economy and safety. However, this would not last long. The situation at hand was already tense enough, and Wilbur actually planned to take direct action. Upon second thought, Wendis was just a small town in Skermann. It could be said that the town hardly affected Skermann at all. There were far more refugees in Skermann than it could handle, so it had to have been rece
"Those traitors! We're going to make them pay for what they did to us!" … "Silence!" Arthur roared, and the cultivators fell quiet. "This is a matter of great importance, and I only have one wish. Remember this: Within the next three days, I want to see the skull of General Buker of Ede!" Cultivators had the power to control the world of regular mortals. Buker, as the General of Ede, naturally had the nation wrapped around his finger. It did not take a genius to figure out that attacking Skermann had been his idea. Thus, killing Buker would cause a big enough wave to stir among the soldiers of Ede. They would surely lose their bravado and cease further attacks on Skermann. The truth was that Arthur had weighed out the possibility of being attacked by a neighboring country in the past two years, and even drafted plans to deal with the situation. Now that it had happened, Arthur was going with his best plan first. The thirty cultivators went on their way under General Arthur'
"Well…" Steviat lowered his head with a frown. "I'm afraid I don't know, General." "What?" General Arthur stared at Steviat in shock. "You just told me that someone killed Buker, but you don't know who did it? How can you not know something so important? This is disappointing, Steviat." The General had the biggest say in all of the Cultivator Guild, and all his orders were to be carried out by the cultivators. It was all the more important for the General's orders to be followed closely when the nation was facing such a huge threat. Nonetheless, Steviat had brought all the cultivators back from the borders just an hour after General Arthur gave his order. It was seen as a sign of treason. Steviat himself knew the severity of the situation and hardly dared to look Arthur in the eye as he fell to his knees. Just then, Kevan bowed and spoke up, "General… Mister Steviat is right. We did receive news from a reliable source that General Buker of Ede has been killed by a cultivato
Steviat fell to his knees. "General Arthur, I would gladly swear on my life that I am telling the truth. You may kill me right now if you think I'm lying at all." Arthur chuckled. "No, that's fine. Come on, get up. I just wasn't really sure." Arthur helped Steviat off the ground, looking him in the eyes. "Let me ask you this, then. Now that Buker is dead, which one of us do you think killed him?" "I…" Steviat fell silent, his mind racing through all the cultivators in Skermann. "From what I know, the only person in all of Skermann who can stand a chance against Buker on his own and even defeat the guy is you, General Arthur." "Think harder," Arthur urged. "I put you in charge of rounding up all the cultivators in Skermann for the past two years. Is there someone you missed out on reporting to me?" "No, General Arthur. I visited every cultivator that showed up in Skermann with my men. The only possibility of an undocumented cultivator is if they hid their aura on purpose and
"Ede doesn't mean anything compared to the rest of the bay. Once the Pope finds out, he will send his men to come for you. You're in luck, for I'm a man who appreciates talent. You're powerful enough, and I can let you control the military forces in Ede if you join us. Aside from me, you'll be the most powerful person in Ede starting from now," Aiden offered. "Did you think I'd say yes to that?" Wilbur question. Aiden blinked at Wilbur, looking calm as ever. "The way I see it, you don't really have a choice." "Oh, that's where you're wrong. I do have a choice, and that's to kill you, and then sit on that throne of yours while I wait for the Pope to show up." Wilbur summoned the Magic Dragon Blade to appear in his grasp. Kino, who had been lying on the ground, sensed an overwhelming murderous aura and stared at Aiden in terror. "Help me, Bishop Aiden! Please save me!" Wilbur swung his blade, and Kino collapsed onto the ground lifelessly. However, Wilbur did not stop there and