Gerald then continued acting like he was surprised by saying, “Are you some kind of salesperson? You really had me going for a while there! Haha!” “…What? Hey now, I’m an accountant working for a company under the Lovewell family, you know? My company in particular is the main organizer for the yearly exchange event! And again, I have no reason to lie to you! Just know that I’m only sharing all this with you since you saved me. Don’t go spreading the news around! Then again, it’s not like anyone will believe you,” replied Misty as she took a sip of her own drink. “Still, seeing that you’re interested in the event, would you perhaps like to go over to have a look?” added Misty. “The way you’re saying it almost suggests that I could freely go to such a place. I’m pretty sure it won’t be that easy to get an admission ticket, right?” replied Gerald with a smile. “Bingo. But lucky for you, I’m a person who doesn’t like owing favors to others. Since you’ve helped me so much, I can ha
After returning the greeting, Misty then turned to look at her group before saying, “Let’s get the introductions out of the way first. This is Gerald and I got acquainted with him only yesterday. He’s quite a nice person and he even saved me, you know?” “Humph! So this is the guy! If he was aware that we were attending a treasure exchange event, then why did he still choose to dress up the way he currently is?” said one of the other women rather contemptuously as she crossed her arms. Her comment had stemmed from the fact that the exchange event was a sort of gathering mostly only reserved for prestigious people. Since only those who were powerful and influential were expected to attend, suits and leather shoes were considered to be the norm at such an event. Since Gerald was the only one dressed like a tourist, it was no wonder why Misty’s friend found him to be rather humiliating. She wasn’t the only one either. Quite a few of her friends were thinking about the same thing as
‘Something’s definitely wrong with that iron plaque…’ Gerald thought to himself. “Come on, Gerald. Let’s go. Is there something wrong?” asked Misty, wondering why he was still standing in place. “…Ah, um, why don’t you guys go on ahead first? I’d like to have a look around on my own!” replied Gerald with a smile before continuing to look at the direction that the old man had left in. “Well… Fine! But I’ll call you out again when it’s near noon so that we can have lunch together!” said Misty who had also noticed by now that her friends had constantly been giving Gerald the cold shoulder. After agreeing with the plan, Gerald immediately went after the old man. The moment he was gone, women from Misty’s group instantly began bad-mouthing him. “Humph! Why did you have to get acquainted with such a person, Misty? He’s so humiliating to be around with!” “I know, right? What a loser! It’s hard to even have any fun when he’s around!” “Yeah! Please don’t bring him along with us
“Plus…? Also, hold on, young man. Are you being serious here?” replied the old man, his eyes widened in shock. Gerald simply shook his head before asking the old man for his bank account number with a smile on his face. After a brief call, the old man was left utterly shocked five minutes later when he saw that seven hundred and seventy thousand dollars truly had been banked into his account. “T-thank you, young man!” said the old man as he smiled broadly. His joy was no surprise. After all, he would never have dreamed that he would actually be able to sell that iron plaque for such a high amount. Gerald himself had bought the item since though the plaque didn’t look like anything special, there was simply something extraordinary about it. It gave Gerald a similar feeling to when he had first laid his eyes upon the picture of the sun half a year ago. It may have only been a gut feeling, but Gerald chose to believe it. At that moment, a group of people—consisting of both fore
“What’s wrong with you, Kaleb?” “…H-how…?” muttered Kaleb as he looked at both of his hands, evidently still stupefied. “Explain yourself, Kaleb. What do you mean, ‘how’?” “I-I used my inner strength earlier when I was grabbing on to that youth’s wrist… However, my inner strength just ceased halfway through! How is that even possible?” Kaleb remained silent for a while, utterly perplexed as he pondered on the odd feeling he had experienced earlier. “Are you sure you aren’t just looking too much into it?” asked Zolton as he looked at the white-haired man. Since his father was the one who had invited the mysterious Kaleb over, Zolton respected him quite a lot. “No… I’m positive that something’s wrong with that young man!” replied Kaleb as he turned to look coldly at the direction in which Gerald had left seconds earlier. Gerald himself had already made it to a riverbank not too far off. Once he was sure that he was alone, he held on tight to the iron plaque before applying
“This is your own fault for courting death! Prepare to be killed!” roared the bald man as one of his men immediately revealed a short blade and aimed it at Gerald’s chest! Lunging toward Gerald, it took the assailant a second to realize that though his short blade had struck, spot on, to where he was aiming for, for some ungodly reason, the blade had failed to penetrate Gerald’s chest! “What?” It was the only response the stupefied man could say as Gerald angrily replied, “Don’t say I didn’t warn any of you!” After saying that, Gerald immediately retaliated by slapping the man hard on his cheek! Though it had only been a single slap, the man was sent flying into the air! The last thing the man could register was his head deforming as blood gushed out his eyes. Upon landing in a puddle of mud a few dozen feet away, the man was already as good as gone. “…He knows martial arts!” declared the bald man, shocked by the turn of events. However, he instantly recomposed himself as h
After saying that, the man who looked to be around ninety actually bowed before Gerald! Though after he witnessed all that, it was really no mystery why he did so. Gerald himself could estimate that Kaleb’s current strength was similar to his own half a year ago. He could also tell that Kaleb had already achieved his inner strength. While he was clearly still weaker than Gerald, with Kaleb’s current capabilities, the old man could very well be considered to be one of the champions. With that, the bloodlust in Gerald’s eyes gradually returned to normal. His imposing demeanor slowly decreased as well, allowing Kaleb to finally heave a long sigh of relief. “I can tell that you’ve spent many years training in order to achieve your inner strength. It mustn’t have been easy, so I won’t kill you. Just go warn the others not to ever try me again!” said Gerald as his temperament fully returned to normal. “Thank you for sparing my life, and yes, I’ll definitely obey your orders, miste
Gerald then gave Misty a call to cancel their lunch plan. After all, getting more information from Kaleb was definitely his priority. “Well? Is he coming along?” asked Lydia nervously the moment Misty hung up the call. “He’s probably unwilling to join us since you scared him so much…” replied Misty with a slightly disappointed tone. “That’s great to hear! Anyway, now that that’s out of the way, Jamie said that we’ll be having our lunch at Logan Grand Hotel! That way, we’ll simultaneously be able to have a look around the best hotel in the Logan Province!” cheered Lydia excitedly as Misty returned a bitter nod. Upon arriving, however, they were immediately stopped by a waiter who was standing by the entrance. “Apologies, but someone has booked the entire Logan Grand Hotel today. We’re afraid that you’ll have to choose another restaurant to have lunch in. Again, our sincerest apologies,” said the butler. Hearing that, Lydia—who had earlier been quite eager to dine there—imme