A Few Hours Earlier…
In a small villa in the eastern part of the Royal Capital, Arasia Family territory, a middle aged man with silver hair and eyes was pacing about, his expression dark.
“How could that bastard become so strong when he was mana crippled until half a year ago?” He muttered, his eyes flashing.
This man was none other than Count Wiley.
After the incident at the Garfield family, he took his family and joined the Dalton family that then came to the Royal Capital, to the Arasia family.
As Max had guessed, it was indeed him who had contacted the Fuller husband and wife to kill Max and bring him his spatial ring.
In exchange, he had promised to ensure their safety when the Kingdom fell to the demons and gave them a safe passage to the central plains where they could start a new life.
Unfortunately, his plan failed and the duo died.
Suddenly, he recalled his son telling him that he was beaten by one of Ashton’s sons when he went to the Claymore town.
He hadn’t paid it any attention at the time since he knew his son was useless.
“Now that I think about it, those two wouldn’t dare to beat him since they knew he was my son, nor would they allow that third kid to hurt him.”
Sigh!
He sighed in regret.
“If I had paid it some attention at the time, I would’ve realized this and… I would’ve acted to snatch whatever fortune he had found. What a waste!”
Then, his face fell and he hissed through gritted teeth, “Those greedy bastards! They hid it from me so they could snatch his fortune for themselves, huh? How pathetic!”
Seeing how Max was fine and had progressed so much, he knew those two didn’t succeed in their little scheme.
After cursing them for a while, he calmed down, his eyes flickering in thought.
Then, he took out his communication crystal, and sent someone a message, “Find any information you can find about a blue haired boy who is currently in the Fuller estate.”
Ten minutes later, his communication crystal buzzed.
When he heard the message, his expression turned gloomy once again.
Crunch!
He clenched his palm, shattering the communication crystal in pieces.
After that, he shouted, “Bring me that damned informant.”
Just as he shouted, a hollow laughter resounded and his Villa’s door swung open to allow a man in a golden brocade robe entry.
“Haha, what got you so angry, my friend?”
Count Wiley’s eyes widened in realization as he asked, “That informant… you sent him to me?”
The man in golden robes, Dean, the Dalton Family head and his brother in law, grinned, “What informant?”
Count Wiley’s eyes blazed with a dangerous light.
“You dare play with me?”
Even as he said this, his mana sense flared and he scanned the area around his Villa.
Dean gave him a mocking look and said, “Don’t be afraid. It’s just me.”
He then walked over and sat on the sofa before pouring himself a glass of wine.
Taking a sip, he smacked his lips, “As expected of one of four great noble families. Despite the current situation, they don’t forget to treat their guests well. Here, come, sit and drink. It’s good.”
Count Wiley looked at him suspiciously before closing the door with a wave of his hand. He then walked over, sat in front of him, looked him in the eyes and asked in a grave voice.
“Why did you do that?”
“Did what?” Dean asked, casually sipping the wine.
Count Wiley’s silver eyes flashed. He really wanted to murder him, but controlled himself.
First, he wasn’t sure he could kill him without using his [Witch’s Destruction Talisman] since Dean was a little stronger than him, at the peak of Four Star while he was just at the high stage of Four Star. Furthermore, he was sure to have some lifesaving trump cards.
Second, he didn’t want to be hunted down by the Dalton Matriarch and the Arasia family.
Taking a breath, he said, “Let’s not play this game, shall we?”
“Just tell me why did you send that informant, and most importantly, why didn’t you tell me how strong he was?”
Dean finished the glass, put it down on the table and reclined back on the sofa as he said, “Would you believe me if I said I just took a shot in the dark?”
Wiley’s eyes flashed, and he let out a defeated sigh.
Then he heard Dean continue, “When I found out the guy who created such a big scene was the son of Ashton Garfield, I thought he might have the thunder sword.”
“However, I couldn’t be sure about it. So, I thought and realized, if someone other than the Garfield Family could know where the sword was, it could only be you since you were after it for such a long time.”
Saying this, he looked at him, his lips curling up, “And I was right. He indeed has the sword because as soon as you found out he was in the Fuller family, you had those two attack him. Since the kid isn’t your enemy like his father, it’s very less likely you would attack him so decisively if he didn’t have the sword. Isn’t that right?”
Wiley remained silent, but his thoughts were rapidly flickering.
Meanwhile, Dean continued his monologue,
“I have to say, you have impressed me yet again. Even as the Dalton family’s head, I don’t have any connections in the Fuller family, but you, a small Count has. Truly amazing!”
“I also wonder how you managed to convince those two to risk their life for you.”
After thinking for a while, Wiley realized he could do nothing about the situation now.
The only thing that gave him some consolation was the fact Dean didn’t seem to have told anyone else about it.
If Arasia and the Royal family had found out that he knew where the thunder sword was and he was planning to get it for himself…
Just thinking about what would have become of him sent chills down his spine.
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