"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
After ten years had passed, Wilbur and Felix emerged from the mirror dimension just as Grote arrived with his men. Through conversation, Wilbur learned that during these ten years, Grote had developed his own faction. Accompanied by the others, Wilbur arrived at the square. The guards overseeing the teleportation array knelt in reverence upon seeing Grote. Grote commanded, "Enough, rise. Activate the teleportation array and send Lord Wilbur to Tevinter Town." "Yes, Lord Grote." "Master, when will you return after heading to Tevinter Town?" Felix asked. Wilbur replied, "I’ll return once I’ve dealt with the matters in Tevinter Town." In truth, Wilbur wasn't sure how long he would stay in Tevinter Town, but he hoped to encounter Conrad and Edmund there. When that time came, Wilbur planned to kill them himself to eliminate any future threats. As a burst of white light shot up, completely separating Wilbur from the others, he altered his appearance. After all, the last inciden
However, no one had ever witnessed such a swift battle in Tevinter Town before. In less than five seconds, the challenger was slain by the defender, a result that starkly demonstrated the vast difference in their abilities. Among the crowd, someone exclaimed in shock, "That foolish guy… He actually dared to provoke a Senior Guard." "He deserved to die," another person added. Although Wilbur had intended to keep a low profile upon arriving in Tevinter Town, trying his best to avoid being noticed, the sudden confrontation was beyond his control. This battle was unavoidable, but since it had happened, there was no need for regret. Wilbur's left hand formed a claw, and with a forceful pull, the large blade that had fallen from the red-haired man was drawn into his hand. Wilbur coldly remarked, "Since you were so arrogant, this blade is mine now." Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Wilbur took the blade and entered a shop where he sold it for fifty gold coins. He then headed to a
At the Robert family estate, in the courtyard, the family head, Liam Robert, was pacing back and forth, anxiously waiting. Hadirt's death had been so sudden, but it was the result of his excessive arrogance. In truth, Liam had long known that a battle among the nine great families was inevitable. He just had not expected Hadirt to meet his end so soon. Although Liam had always been compliant with the other eight families, the ambition for power and fame among them had long been uncontrollable. Under such circumstances, it was remarkable that the Robert family had managed to hold on. Six of the nine families had already been wiped out, leaving only the Warren, Andrew, and Robert families. Liam did not care for fame or power. He had even once offered to hand over the Robert family’s honors to the Warren family. However, this offer had been rejected, and the Warren family had insisted on sending two talisman cultivators to challenge the Robert family’s dragon clan cultivator. Acco
Liam frowned as he looked at Layton, who, due to his severe injuries, was struggling to breathe and barely able to speak. Seeing this, Liam could only try to comfort him, saying, "It's alright, Layton. I believe you. Don't worry, don't speak." At that moment, a servant came running in from outside, saying, "My lord, there's a cultivator outside who calls himself Trevor Penn and requests to see you. He says he wishes to pay his respects to Layton and hopes for your permission." "Trevor Penn?" Liam frowned, thought for a moment, and then said, "I don't know anyone by the name of Trevor. Tell him to leave. Layton won't see him." "Yes, my lord." "No! Don't go! Wait, come back!" Seeing Layton trying to speak, Liam quickly called the servant back. Layton grasped Liam's hand and nodded firmly. Although puzzled, Liam finally said, "Alright, go and bring him in." "Yes, my lord." After the servant left, Liam looked at Layton and asked, "Layton, do you know this Trevor?" After