"Lord Edmund!" Wilbur felt touched to hear the words, but Edmund's gaze was icy when he turned away. After all, Edmund would just have to send out an order if he wanted to sort this out. Augheimer had drawn Dalton's attention, but the past few days showed that the Dragon Slayer Organization did respect Edmund quite a bit. Thus, Edmund was certain that they would not do anything to him directly. This meant that Edmund could actually save Augheimer. However, Edmund attained the City Lord position through his own power. He was certain that nothing big would happen in the next three months, and that would make his promise to Wilbur the most important thing. Dividing and conquering Buck Town? Edmund found the whole thing funnier the more he thought about it. What would he be, if he really let Wilbur run half of Buck Town? Would the cultivators of Buck Town even respect him anymore after that? Besides, Edmund's powers would be recovered in three months. He would be sure to send a
Wilbur said, "What do you think we should do, then?" Felix whispered into Wilbur's ear, who nodded. "Right. We'll go with that, then." Following that, the two men returned to the Chris family grounds together. Just as they had entered, a servant came running towards them in a panic. "You're finally back, Lord Horne! Lord Conrad came over this morning, he's been waiting in the main hall since then." "Conrad?" Wilbur and Felix exchanged glances. Neither of them knew why Conrad was here all of a sudden, and Felix said, "Have him wait a little longer. We'll be with him in just a second." "Yes, Lord Horne." The servant hurried off to deliver the message, and Wilbur and Felix quickly entered the study. Felix took out a pen and paper, writing down a letter. The two men then called for a servant, handing the letter to him. Felix reminded, "Remember that Divan has to receive this personally." "Yes, my Lord." The servant left with the letter, and the two men finally made their
Conrad sneered. "The Dragon Slayer Organization broke into the City Lord quarters of Buck Town in the middle of the night. It's only right that they were punished for it. I can't believe Dalton still had the nerve to show up in Buck Town, but since he's here… we're going to have to teach him a lesson." Wilbur replied, "I've wanted to do that for a while now, Lord Conrad. We can go to the Hilton family with you to get some money. But once all of this is done, we hope you'll join forces with us to take Dalton down." Felix could guess what Wilbur was implying, and said, "Yes, that should be the way to do it. Do you agree, Lord Conrad?" "Of course I do. Well, let's go force some money out of those Hiltons now." Conrad came to the Hilton family grounds with Wilbur and Felix in tow. The two guards by the gate saw that it was them and said at once, "Please wait a moment, we'll head inside to report to them." "No, that won't be necessary." Conrad struck the two guards unconscious,
Grote, who had thought the entire time that this was just a joke, scowled at the three men. His expression turned ashen as he shouted, "How dare you attack me, Conrad!" "Why else would we even come looking for you? Take this, Grote!" Conrad sent out an attack, that Grote swiftly avoided by swerving sharply aside. He then aimed a kick at Conrad's chest. Grote used the pressure to fly backward, landing on the ground as Conrad rubbed himself in the chest. "What are you standing there for? Get him!" Wilbur and Felix exchanged glances before attacking Grote at the same time. Grote smirked at the sight, saying, "Foolish of you two to make an enemy out of me." Grote muttered a spell, and a nearby tank exploded. The water it had contained quickly flowed up to him. Wilbur had reached Grote by then, and the water from the tank wrapped itself around Wilbur like a strong chain. Wilbur looked down and was shocked at what he saw. The water wrapped around his belly resembled the body of a
Grote fell to the ground on his knees, his chest heaving as the black vortex disappeared around him. He looked up at Wilbur in terror, who stared down at him like a god of death. Just then, an icy voice escaped from Wilbur's throat. "You're a low life to me, Grote. Disrespect me any further, and I'll be sure to kill you." Grote trembled from head to toe, his expression flickering between fear and disbelief at something that seemed to be scaring the absolute spirit out of him. He knocked his forehead against the ground repeatedly as he apologized over and over again. Conrad furrowed his brows at the sight of Grote, then at Wilbur. He did not know what Grote was so afraid of. Grote was a legendary warrior who never backed down, even in the face of death. Yet… he had just admitted defeat like that. Also, who did that voice coming out of Wilbur even belong to? Wilbur's eyes eventually returned to normal, the left side of his chest throbbing with overwhelming pain. He gritted his
The three men chose to fly to Pulsa Lake, and this journey only took them ten minutes. Pulsa Lake was located between two snowy mountains, but the lake itself never froze over. It remained shimmering under the sun like an enormous mirror. The three men landed by the shore, and Wilbur looked up to see a wooden boat on the water. Augheimer's cries could be heard from where he was, stripped topless and tied to a pole on the boat. "Come on, Dalton! Just kill me! I dare you!" Dalton stood across Augheimer on a boat, holding a bamboo flute between his fingers that he blew a lovely tune out of. Conrad was enraged to see this, shouting, "To think that you're still in the mood for a song, Dalton! Let Augheimer go, or you're not getting back to Buck Town today." Dalton's performance stopped upon hearing those words, and he looked up at the men by the shore. "I didn't expect you to be here too, Conrad. My, my… they even got the head of the Albert family to help. Pretty impressive that y
"Wonderful. Well, let's get to it, then." As he said the words, a black ball appeared in Dalton's right hand. It grew bigger and bigger, radiating an icy, black miasma. Dalton then controlled the ball with both hands, hurling it into the lake. The next second, the water in Pulsa Lake froze over, with icy snowflakes dancing across its surface. A layer of ice formed over the lake, the raised frost lifting the boat up. Icicles began to climb up the boat, quickly covering it with a layer of frost including Augheimer. Wilbur's eyes turned bloodshot. "What the hell are you doing, Dalton!" Dalton sneered. "You managed to defeat me the last time because I was careless, Wilbur. I've laid down the most powerful Dark Formation at the bottom of the lake, and it's going to keep everything within Pulsa Lake frozen. With how frozen your little friend over there looks, I doubt he's going to last more than an hour. If you can't defeat me by then, Augheimer is going to die!" "You're not goin
A thin layer of ice formed around Felix as well, freezing him to the spot before Dalton sent him flying over a dozen meters. Following that, Dalton turned to Conrad. "I'll let you leave in peace if you do that now, Lord Conrad." "Ha, I see." Conrad shrugged. "Well, Wilbur and I are just regular friends. I'm not about to put my life on the line for him. Since this is between the both of you, it can stay that way. I'm leaving myself out of it. Goodbye, Dalton." Upon saying the words, Conrad flew away from Pulsa Lake. "Ha!" Dalton barked, turning back to look at Wilbur in the icy pillar tauntingly. "Your ally just abandoned you, Wilbur! How sad, but you've got nowhere to run now." Conrad's departure did not leave Wilbur feeling disappointed in the slightest, as he had never expected Conrad to truly be on his side. Instead, Wilbur was relieved to see him go as he could finally release the dragon aura in his body. He summoned the Azure Dragon Spear, hurling it against the icy