Orin was furious. Chagu had offended Wilbur, and Mister Grayson had also spoken up. Mister Grayson's words were not to be taken lightly. Not everyone could handle his criticism. The door opened at that moment. Chagu and Quill cautiously walked in. Quill did not dare to look up. He looked at the floor. Chagu almost peed his pants when he saw the old man at that table. 'Isn't the founder of the nation, Benjamin Grayson?' he thought. Of course, he recognized Benjamin as an official with a high status. However, he had no chance to meet him. The terrifying old man was sitting next to that young man. The identity and status of the person who gets to sit next to Benjamin was unimaginable. Orin frowned and said, "Speak." Chagu flinched and said, "I came here to apologize, Mister Campbell. Sir, Mister Grayson, I made a mistake. I shouldn't have…" "Enough," Orin cut him off. 'What the hell? How dare he mention Mister Grayson!' thought Orin. Chagu flinched. He did
Wilbur smiled softly after a long while. He poured himself a cup of tea. "Since when?" Gertridge lowered her gaze and said, "Before I took cover in Sealake Island. They schemed to make me a spy around you back then so that I could provide intel for them. They said they won't hunt me down in return." "Did you say yes?" "Yes. You should know that the assassins won't allow betrayal. Any traitor would be hunted down until they die. I had no choice but to say yes." "So why are you telling me this now?" Wilbur crossed his legs and looked at her. She laughed wryly and replied, "To be honest, you have a greater chance of winning, so I confessed." Wilbur was silent for a moment. "Did they tell you clearly that they are going to assassinate me?" "No, but they kept asking about you. Very often too, mind you. I feel like they were going to make a move soon," she replied. The Twilight Blade behind her silently vanished. Wilbur said, "Good. You made the right choice. I hope you
He wondered how nice it would be if he was as capable as Wilbur too. He developed a habit of listening to Wilbur's stories over time. He had to listen when there was an opportunity. Wilbur laughed. They ate, drank, and chatted as he roughly told them about what happened in Aroma. However, he hid the parts where he needed to keep a secret. Faron looked inspired after hearing the story. Elsa was also amazed, especially about the battle with Stiles Dune. Wilbur barely mentioned it, but it was like hearing about the power of the Realm Demon. They could imagine how shocking the battle was. Only Faye looked worried for Wilbur. Wilbur comforted her and told her that nothing would happen to him. She sighed to herself. She knew that Wilbur had no choice. Things would always escalate as people succeed, so it was out of his control. The things Wilbur was after had transcended the material world, so it was natural for him to face challenges and danger too. Metaphoricall
Faron was bruised in the face. Elsa was snobby as she mocked him while sitting across from him. Faron picked up his glass and drank as he sulked. He glared at her and said, "Just you wait. I'll kick your ass one day." "I'm not scared of you, trash." Elsa happily ate the food they fought over. Wilbur laughed. They were both cultivators at the beginner Aura level. However, Elsa had better skills in fighting. Faron could not win against her, so he was beaten up. Faron was so angry that he put his wine down and said, "I'm not drinking with you ever again!" He glared at Elsa and left angrily. Elsa smirked. Faye said, "Elsa, you're the older sister. Let him be." "Faye, you don't know how arrogant he is. He needs to be humbled occasionally," said Elsa. Faye was speechless. It was hard not to be arrogant for someone with Faron's status. Elsa looked at them and raised her glass to drink. Then, she stood and said, "It's been awesome tonight. Goodbye, Faye. Enjoy the
Eileen hurriedly stepped forward when she saw Faye. She helped her to sit and asked, "What happened? Are you crying?" "I feel awful," replied Faye as she leaned on the sofa lethargically. Eileen sat next to her and poured her a cup of tea. She said, "Tell me everything." Faye was silent for a long while before she said slowly, "He doesn't seem to like me anymore." "Wilbur? Why? How can you tell?" asked Eileen. Faye lowered her gaze. Her voice was as quiet as a mouse when she said, "He never takes the initiative. He would avoid me when I took the initiative. I don't know what's wrong. Is it because he doesn't like me anymore, or has he never liked me all this while?" Eileen sighed when she heard that. She said slowly, "I'm afraid you don't know him very well." Faye looked up to look at Eileen. She looked puzzled. Eileen passed the tea to Faye and said, "He seems fearless and decisive like he rules the world like a hero. But he's actually cowardly." "Cowardly?" Faye did
There were two whisky bottles on the coffee table. One was empty, and the other was almost finished. The coffee table was a mess. Eileen and Faye were asleep, cuddling on the sofa. Their nightgowns were basically see-through. He would see everything if they had not worn lingerie. They looked like a couple who had a wild night and were cuddling after the exhausting session. The sexy sight made Wilbur feel like he was going to get a nosebleed. The girls were hot with perfect bodies, and they were beautiful in their distinct way. Any man would go crazy for two beautiful women to cuddle like that. Wilbur left after sneaking a few more glances. Then, he fled after closing the door. He went back to his room, and he could not calm down. It was too seductive. He took a few deep breaths and finally calmed down. He shook his head and sat on the sofa helplessly. Suddenly, his phone rang. He hurriedly answered the call after he looked at the screen. "Nancy, how are
Perhaps he was unlucky or too unskilled. He gained nothing until late at night. He shook his head and put his fishing rod aside, and he went back to his room to rest. Wilbur would fish by the lakeside until it was late at night every evening. He stared at the float while sitting on the lakeside that evening. "I don't believe it. Is there no fish that would take the bait?" scolded Wilbur. Suddenly, Faye walked towards him in a casual outfit. She sat on the field. "Why are you scolding the fishes?" teased Faye. He sighed and replied, "It's been a few days, but no fish would take the bait. Faron made fun of me for that." "Perhaps there are no fish in the lake," she said. He asked, "How can this be? We see fish in the lake all the time, but why do they disappear when I'm fishing?" She laughed and quietly accompanied him. It had been a while since he spent time leisurely, and it felt quite nice to him. It was rare to spend time in peace and quiet. "I'm sorry," Wilb
Wilbur cried out upon sensing that his spiritual energy could not be used. He immediately threw a punch to intercept the sword strike. Yet just as their attacks were about to collide, a thin, jet-black sword appeared in the darkness behind Wilbur to stab him in the back. A gray figure appeared roughly a hundred meters from Wilbur. The figure whipped out a book, flipping to the first page. A brilliant bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, aiming for Wilbur's head. Wilbur was attacked three ways at once, putting him in grave danger. Just then, however, Wilbur let out a cry. He made a sharp turn with his body, dodging the thin sword, and threw another punch at the attack. The air rumbled loudly. The sword strike was crushed into rampant spiritual energy that flowed everywhere. The bolt of lightning, however, struck Wilbur directly and caused him to stumble. However, he turned around at once, launching another attack in the empty air in front of him. The air rip