"I'm still alive..." Wilmer uttered with a glimmer of gratitude in his eyes. "You're incredible, sir. I'd love to be your apprentice."Adrian gave Wilmer a sidelong glance. He was helping Wilmer simply because of his unwavering loyalty during their earlier ordeal. Taking Wilmer as an apprentice was out of the question."Sorry." Adrian placed Wilmer back on his back. "I have no interest in taking on apprentices. You should find someone to be your mentor."Wilmer felt disappointed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small object, offering it to Adrian. "Take this."Adrian did not accept it, and simply kept walking. He disliked gestures of gratitude. After healing Wilmer, their relationship would end then and there.Wilmer urged, "It’s a fragment of the whip, sir. Weren't you searching for it?""You lied to me again?!" Adrian almost dropped Wilmer as his anger surged. "Didn't you say it was buried in your backyard?!”"That was to ensure you saved me," Wilmer hurriedly expl
Smack!A resounding slap echoed through the room as Lionel struck Wilmer's forehead. He scolded in disdain, "You rascal! Adrian himself is in danger, and yet you expect me to prioritize you? How shameless!"Wilmer was taken aback. He glanced at Adrian, noticing that the latter had suddenly become much younger. Adrian now exuded a strikingly youthful aura that did not match his mature demeanor."I'm not that noble," Adrian remarked, arms folded and his tone chilling. "Rest up and get better as quickly as you can, Wilmer. I need to find the rest of the Dragonbone Whip.”Lionel paused, then said calmly, "We need to act fast. Don't waste the Dragonbone Whip fragment on this guy. It can help to counteract the poison in your body.""How long can Wilmer hold out?" Adrian asked."He won't last more than twelve hours," Lionel replied gravely, "His injuries are severe, and his condition is critical."Adrian clenched his jaw. Wilmer had no ties to him. The fool had concealed the Dragonbone
Matson and Axel sat across from each other in the Thousand Herbs Study of the estate, engaged in a cordial conversation over tea. They were discussing various topics with great enthusiasm."Dr. Axel, I'm very grateful for the medicines you've provided," Matson said smilingly, "Honestly, I fully intended to pay for them, yet you’re so generous and won’t accept any payment. I'm touched, Doctor. Should Medicis Manor require anything in the future, don't hesitate to reach out to me."Axel felt a great sense of satisfaction. He had meticulously orchestrated this whole situation. The herbs he gifted Matson were of minimal value, meant to stop bleeding and treat minor wounds. Exchanging all that for Matson's gratitude made Axel feel as though he had secured a significant advantage."The paintings you gifted me are the real treasures here," Axel said, gesturing toward the paintings on the wall. "They look fantastic alongside my book collection."A silent understanding passed between them,
"That sounds perfectly logical," Axel agreed hastily, feeling a jolt of fear.If Shay was the real murderer, Medicis Manor was bound to face annihilation.Claude sneered. "Then how do you explain the blood on his back?"Only then did Shay realize his mistake and deeply regretted it. After taking the lives of 509 people, getting splashed in blood all over was inevitable. Even his sword had broken in the process."When I saw the tragedy, the shock overwhelmed me and I passed out. That’s how I got the blood on my back…" Shay tried to explain, attempting to craft a plausible narrative.Claude was rendered speechless by Shay's craftiness. The latter’s eyes held a murderous glint, clearly making him the real perpetrator of the slaughter. Regrettably, nobody believed Claude, particularly Axel, who seemingly allied with Matson.Having changed into fresh clothes, Adrian appeared. Finding them still at the entrance of the study, he said coldly, "The stains on your sleeves unmistakably rese
Axel quivered in fear, shocked to discover Matson as the mastermind behind the ruthless massacre. He had almost let a cruel murderer get away with a cart full of medical supplies!"Quick!" Recovering from his shock, Axel urgently ordered, “Bennett, unload all the medical supplies. I never expected these people to be so ruthless as to wipe out the entire Randell family."Claude felt a pang of sorrow. Moments ago, Axel was in warm camaraderie with Matson and was treating him like family. Upon learning of Matson's malevolence, Axel's demeanor instantly turned cold. It was such a huge turnaround."Mr. Axel!" Claude called out."I won't interfere with manor matters anymore, Claude. I’ve made a great mistake," Axel declared, raising his hands in defeat and retreating to his room.Claude stood stunned. After decades with Axel, he knew this place was his sanctuary. If Axel was ousted, he would be homeless.Adrian threw Matson into a dark room and locked the door. The rest of the Greenhur
Matson's scream pierced the night sky.Claude, already restless with the ongoing turmoil at Medicis Manor and burdened by the chaos brought about by Sebastian's departure, was on edge. He bolted from his bed at the cry emanating from the firewood shed, fearing something had happened to Adrian."Adrian! Where are you?!" Claude called out."I'm here." Adrian dragged Matson behind him.Matson, weakened and whimpering in agony, was coughing up blood.Claude was stunned. "Did…Did you kill him?" Panic-stricken, he added, "Urias doesn't tolerate outsiders meddling in Greenhursts’ matters. Handing Matson over will be the best option for a fair resolution.""No, I didn’t kill him," Adrian calmly responded, "He's alive. I just gave him a small lesson."Matson, face filled with tears and mucus, seemed on the verge of collapse.A small lesson? That had almost taken his life. Adrian was ruthless. Had he known, he would have acted first."H-Help!" Matson croaked."As long as he's alive." C
The night lay serene, tranquil as a quiet gentle stream.Adrian stood poised with his sword. He closed his eyes, taking in the quiet surroundings. After ingesting the medicinal powder Adrian had administered him, Matson's chest pain subsided, but he still felt drained. Lying on the bluestone slab at the courtyard's center and observing Adrian, he felt a mix of relief and contempt for Adrian.Click!A faint sound echoed, sparking instant excitement in Matson. His Wolf Fang Brigade had likely arrived. With their intervention, nothing would be impossible. They should catch Adrian off guard and aim for his neck. There was no need for words. Swift and unexpected was the best approach.Matson gestured silently to the figures in the woods. Thankfully, they had been together long enough to understand each other perfectly.Suddenly, Adrian's eyes snapped open, his gaze chilling as it swept over Matson. "Feeling tired?""Somewhat." Matson tried to dampen his excitement and joked, "If you
The leader leaped out, furiously brandishing his twin hammers and charging toward Adrian. "I demand justice for Master Greenwood! You have no right to kill members of the Greenhursts!"Adrian did not step back and advanced instead. In the blink of an eye, his sword was already against the man's chest. Despite the narrow gap between the hammers and Adrian's face, the man could not inch forward."I have no right to kill Greenhursts’ members," Adrian said, "but to those who invade Medicis Manor, I'll show no mercy."Thunk! Thud!The hammers fell to the ground, and the man crumpled. His life was extinguished by a single move.Adrian withdrew his sword and casually wiped off the blood. "Anyone else?" he challenged, "Come forward if you wish the same fate. I'll make it quick."The black-clad individuals stepped back. They had lost all their courage. Initially, they were eager to witness the battle between their leader and Adrian. Little had they expected the match to be settled in a si