Divine Emperor of Death Chapter 181 Gues

A few moments later, Marc hurriedly stood in front of him, "Reporting to young master! It seems like that assassin has a personal grudge against our family!"

Jackson was taken aback.

’I failed to consider this... Makes sense. If someone were trying to assassinate me, they would’ve sent fourth stage experts... Sigh’ Jackson berated himself inwardly and spoke, "Where’s the Town Lord?"

"My apologies, young master Jackson..." A sound echoed out suddenly causing everyone to turn their heads.

The guards knelt one by one while the people slightly bowed their heads to show respect.

A middle-aged man wearing a white robe flew in the air with a faint smile on his face.

Jackson gave a harrumph and flew above with hands clasped behind his back, giving off a majestic feeling which caused the onlookers to stare in admiration.

"What is the meaning of this Elmer Town Lord, Fenton?" He questioned while having a cold smile on his face.

"Meaning? None... But if you were to ask my opinion, it’s probably related to your family’s mistakes in the past, no?" Fenton lifted an eyebrow as he spoke.

"Word sure does travel fast, huh?" Jackson smirked but was annoyed since he lost his opportunity to gain the upper hand.

"It’s my territory after all." Fenton replied as a matter of fact before presenting a pouch, "That said, the assassin posed as a guard and lied within my jurisdiction, so you will probably twist it into my fault anyway. So, here’s some compensation."

"Tch.." Jackson made an annoyed expression before checking out the contents.

"Hmm... A million purple coins? It would be better if you gave in a spirit stone instead!" Jackson’s eyes flashed greedily.

Fenton lifted both his eyebrows, "Don’t go too far..."

Jackson faced off as both of them stared at each other for a few seconds, "Fine, this will do. I won’t make it difficult for you..."

He smiled lightly and returned to his carriage smile Fenton flew back to his mansion.

"Marc, drive the convoy to the mansion that our Lars Family owns..."

"Yes!" Marc nodded heavily and drove the convoy to their mansion.

Once they arrived at their mansion, Jackson got down and shouted as he walked into the mansion.

"Everyone, listen up! We will stay here for some time! Make sure you guard the surroundings!"

"Yes!" The whole convoy shouted as they hurriedly ran to their positions.

...

Davis gave out a burst of muffled laughter as he marked his target, "Jackson, oh Jackson. If you want to blame, you can only blame Cloud Spring Mercenaries for coming up with this kind of mission."

But quickly his expression turned serious before he muttered, "A lost and exhausted resource of our Grand Sea Continent, spirit stones!"

He heard the conversation between them and knew that they mentioned spirit stones, which was exhausted long ago in the Grand Sea Continent.

He knew this information as he hung out in the library a lot.

At those times in the Grand Sea Continent, when spirit stones were widely available, it could be sold for about a hundred thousand purple coins each stone.

Later, when it became scarce after plundering the natural source of spirit stones, it became so that no one was willing to trade those anymore.

Then after a long time, all the spirit stones were used up and became forgotten history. This was probably the reason why there were only a few fifth stage experts in the Grand Sea Continent.

"I wonder if that guy has spirit stones?" Davis thought loudly, then smiled, "It would be better if I can steal it from him..."

Laughing coldly, he vanished.

...

Meanwhile, in the Lars Family’s Mansion.

Jackson paced about to and fro with an impatient expression, as well as worry etched over his face. He suddenly stopped while his face lit up with a smile.

He hurriedly ran out but stopped before he could leave his room

"Marc, invite the incoming guests." Jackson sent out a soul transmission calmly.

Marc who was standing guard outside Jackson’s room got startled before he quickly left to invite the guests.

He stood outside, not knowing who to invite. He wanted to ask his young master but was afraid.

Sweeping his gaze all over the street, he couldn’t find a single person that was worthy of Young Master Jackson’s attention.

A few minutes later, while he was starting to panic, a well-adorned carriage rode in front of him and stopped.

Immediately, his eyes lit up as he came forward and clasped his hands, "Young Master is awaiting your presence, esteemed guest."

The carriage door opened and a pale leg covered by transparent silk robe stepped out. It was a female.

She moved a step, gracefully turned and bowed in front of the carriage, awaiting a person.

Marc blinked and carefully looked at the carriage, awfully curious about the guest that warranted the young master’s attention. His attention was piqued even more so when he saw the graceful demeanour of the servant woman.

A young man stepped out, clad in purple luxurious clothing. His expression seemed wise and arrogant. A sound escaped from his mouth, "Where is Jackson?"

Marc froze...

His normal reaction would be to insult and berate the other party for not giving respect to his young master but the thought that the other party might be of higher status than young master flashed in his mind.

Coming out of his thoughts, he replied, "Young Master Jackson is inside..."

"Lead the way." The young man calmly replied, not bothering to even gaze at Marc.

Marc turned and led the way with a gesture, "Please..."

The two of them followed behind him as the left the carriage driver behind.

Marc was ecstatic, at the same time nervous so he didn’t dare ask any questions as he led them to the young master’s room.

Soon, they arrived in front of his room, "Young Master, I have..."

Before Marc could even inform, the young man walked passed him with large strides and pushed open the door, causing a loud bang to echo out.

Marc opened his eyes wide but only a certain soul transmission echoed in his mind, "Remember, you and all should act as if that guest and I never met when we return."

Marc immediately but faintly understood that whatever happens here should stay inside.

He stood by and watched the two people go inside as the doors closed.

He took his leave and went to personally inform the others who had seen to keep it a secret and not approach young master’s room.