"That's right," Edmund said, raising his head proudly. "Wilbur, you dared to injure Lord Conrad. Do you know that Lord Conrad is now my most loyal servant? If I don't kill you, how can I uphold the dignity of the City Lord?" "Hmph!" Wilbur sneered and said, "Lord Edmund, there's no need to keep up this act. You and Conrad conspired to poison my drink, so why pretend to be merciful now?" "Outrageous, Wilbur! You dare to insult me? Now, I'll make sure you die!" With that, Edmund turned into a blur and charged toward Wilbur. At the same time, Wilbur also rushed forward. Both clenched their fists and swung at each other. Their fists collided mid-air, unleashing two powerful forces. In just a few seconds, Wilbur was sent flying. A gleam of excitement flashed in Edmund's eyes. He had fought Wilbur before and was well aware of his strength. The punch just now was a test, and as expected, after consuming the Tricorpse Venom Pill, Wilbur's energy had been drained by more than half. He
The two powerful energies wrapped around their fists collided in an instant, and then a thunderous boom echoed across the sky. The explosion of energy stirred up a fierce wind, and at the same time, both Wilbur and Edmund were blasted back several meters. Edmund exhaled sharply, looking at Wilbur with disbelief. "How is this possible? Your strength recovered so quickly in such a short time. How is that possible?" Wilbur sneered inwardly, knowing the true reason, and said, "Lord Edmund, is it possible that the trap you and Conrad set had a flaw? Perhaps I was never poisoned at all, and when you sent Conrad to gather information, I saw through your plan. And now, I've set up this scenario, luring you here to walk into my trap." "What?" Hearing this, Edmund gritted his teeth, his face twisted in anger as he shouted, "Conrad, you useless fool!" "My Lord, things aren't as you think. Just now, when I fought Wilbur, his strength was very weak. I have no idea how his power increased
Seeing this, Wilbur clenched his fist without hesitation and threw a powerful punch at the black dragon's claw. The Dragon Spell was activated! A white dragon flashed in and out of existence, piercing through the black dragon six times in succession. In the next second, the black dragon exploded with a resounding boom and turned into black mist. Edmund, floating in mid-air, stared in shock and said, "This… How is this possible?" At that moment, Edmund was shrouded in black mist, making it impossible for anyone outside to see his appearance. In an instant, Wilbur appeared behind Edmund. As Edmund abruptly turned his head, Wilbur grabbed him by the throat. Their eyes met, and Wilbur released a dense black mist that formed into a vortex, quickly consuming the energy within Edmund. Edmund, now unable to make any sound, wore a pained expression, pleading silently for Wilbur to spare him. However, there was no way Wilbur would let Edmund go. Since arriving in Buck Town, Wilbur had ba
The two teleportation array guards activated the array again, and with a flash of white light, Wilbur arrived in Tevinter Town. The square was bustling with people, but Babbit was nowhere to be seen. After searching around the square without success, Wilbur had no choice but to return to Buck Town. When Wilbur reappeared in the square of Buck Town, Grote, Felix, and the others had already arrived. Felix asked anxiously, "Master, did you find Babbit?" "No. Unfortunately, he escaped," Wilbur replied. Then, Wilbur walked up to Grote, raised Grote's hand in front of thousands of people, and said, "I declare that from now on, Grote is the new Lord of Buck Town!" Grote, looking at Wilbur with a surprised expression, said, "This… Mister Wilbur, isn't this a bit too much?" Wilbur smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing. Didn't I say I would give you a gift? How about this gift? Do you like it?" "Thank you, I really do," Grote responded. The news of Buck Town's change in leadershi
"Lord George?" Grote and Wilbur exchanged glances, with Wilbur giving Grote a reassuring look. Suddenly, they heard Lord George's laughter from outside. "Haha, Lord Grote, are you surprised by my visit?" As soon as the words were spoken, Lord George walked in with a smile on his face, bowing slightly as he said, "Greetings, Lord Grote." Grote quickly stood up from his seat, gesturing politely with his hand. "Lord George, please." After they both sat down, Grote said, "Lord George, I was just about to head to Walker Town, but you arrived first. If there's anything you need me to handle, just let me know. As long as it's within my power, I will see it done." "Lord Grote, there's no need for such formality," George replied. "Your status is no longer what it was before. You're now the lord of Buck Town, equal to me, so there's no need for excessive courtesy or humility between us." Grote exchanged another glance with Wilbur before continuing, "Could it be that you already know wh
Wilbur took a deep breath and said, "Lord Grote, while the Ruler's Alliance may not be pursuing this matter, I want you to remember that this isn't the end. On the contrary, it's just the beginning." "Just the beginning?" Grote frowned as he looked at Wilbur. "Exactly," Wilbur replied. "Don't forget, Hadirt once died in Buck Town, and those old fellows acted just as leniently, or so it seemed. But in truth, they each had their own agendas. Hadirt's death and the shift in power at Tevinter Town focused their attention there. Yet, for Edmund to plot my death in such a short time, it shows that the members of the Ruler's Alliance must have pressured him from behind." "So, the Ruler's Alliance, the nine lords. may seem calm on the surface, but each harbors their own schemes. In the future, when dealing with them, you must be extremely cautious." Grote nodded seriously, looking at Wilbur. "But with you here, I believe Buck Town will remain stable for at least a thousand years." "N
Wilbur entered a room alone and then, with a thought, he entered a demi-plane. He arrived at the Dragon's Altar, where he saw the display showing 1,885,090 grace points. It was originally 1,985,090, but he had exchanged ten cultivation pills, each costing 10,000 grace points, deducting a total of 100,000 grace points. So now, he had 1,885,090 remaining. During the time he was dealing with Edmund, Wilbur had almost forgotten about the million grace points he possessed. Now that the situation in Buck Town had been settled, it was time for him to enjoy the benefits of those grace points. Last time, in his haste to remove the Tricorpse Venom Pill from his body, Wilbur did not pay much attention to the options on the screen while exchanging for the cultivation pills. Now, as he looked at the screen again, his thoughts triggered the appearance of the exchange options. The first option was a golden bracelet called the "Golden Dragon Bracelet." It was a unique bracelet that combined both
Seeing this, Wilbur's forehead veins bulged, and he instantly flew into a rage, cursing, "Are you kidding me? How did it just go up by 90 grace points? Are you trying to drain all my grace points?" Wilbur could not understand why the old dragon was calculating so precisely. But then, he thought, since he could easily acquire millions of grace points, losing 90 points would not matter. With this in mind, he did not hesitate any longer and exchanged for the Minor Cultivation Pill. This pill could aid a cultivator by facilitating the flow of energy within their body during cultivation, providing significant benefits. Moreover, a single Minor Cultivation Pill could last for a hundred years. Although Wilbur did not need it himself, Felix could certainly make good use of it. The grace points had been collected with the help of Felix. Although Wilbur had originally planned to exchange some useful pills for him, he had not expected the Golden Dragon Bracelet to be so tempting, so he c