LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

Jun Chester and Lyvia were heading towards the old mansion.

Inside the car, Lyvia looked at Jun Chester with worry and asked caringly, “Are you alright, dear?”

Jun Chester smiled. “I’m fine.”

Lyvia glanced at the extra strand of white hair at Jun’s temple and hesitated to speak further.

Jun seemed to see through Lyvia’s concern. He stroked her hair gently and reassured her with a smile, “Don’t worry, I’m really alright, just a bit tired.”

Lyvia pursed her lips and asked, “Where are we going?”

Jun answered, “An old mansion where I used to live in the capital.”

Though he spoke as such, Jun was thinking that if beneath that old mansion was truly a vein of Nanite Stones like the one under the expo center, his strength could be restored to the fifth stage.

Or even higher.

By then, annihilating Cradleland Chapel would be easy.

Meanwhile, Lyvia nodded and asked again, “Is there a kitchen in that mansion? You haven’t eaten for three days. I’ll cook some noodles for you when we get there.”

Jun’s heart warmed. “Of course there is. I lived in that mansion for at least two years.”

Only then did Lyvia stop asking.

At the same time, in the mansion, Amir had already brought the dying Jane to the well under the ceiling, as per Bradford’s orders.

He casually kicked open the wooden cover over the well mouth and threw Jane in indifferently.

As he threw her in, Amir was playing with a string of purple beads in his other hand.

It seemed as if throwing a living person down the well was a trivial matter to him!

Splash! Soon, the sounds of a living person falling into water came from the well.

The sounds were muffled.

Bradford and Amir both raised their hands to their ears to listen carefully to the sounds from the well.

After Jane hit the water, there were sounds of her struggling at the surface initially.

Then… gurgle, gurgle, gurgle…

The sounds of Jane sinking entered Bradford and Amir’s ears.

After about half a minute, the sounds from the well ceased.

Amir bent down to peer into the well and said plainly, “Master, this well is at least thousands of meters deep. By the time she reaches the bottom, it would take a while.”

Bradford closed his eyes and sensed the aura from the well carefully. Frowning slightly, he sighed, “There’s only the aura of water. No other special aura seems to be coming through.”

Amir suggested, “Shall I pry open this well and go down to investigate?”

Bradford thought for a while and said, “Another day. Let’s go inside the house first. I sense something in the living room that is barely noteworthy!”

Amir was surprised but didn’t say anything more. He followed Bradford into the living room.

The two entered the living room as if they were back in their own home, sitting down separately.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

It was as if killing a person was no different from killing a chicken or stepping on an ant in their eyes.

Amir casually picked up the kettle next to the tea table, opened the plug, and felt the water temperature with his palm. Bowing respectfully, he asked, “The water has just boiled. Shall I brew some tea for you?”

Bradford nodded while scanning the furnishings in the living room casually. Eventually, his gaze fell upon the dining table in the dining area, which had a black cloth over it.

After examining it closely, Bradford was slightly surprised. He asked, “Amir, was there such a black cloth over the dining table the last time you were here?”

Amir was stunned for a moment. Looking over as well, he laughed, “It’s just a tablecloth, and a black one at that. I didn’t pay it any attention before.”

Bradford instructed, “Bring that black cloth over for a look.”

Amir didn’t understand why his master was so interested in an ordinary dining cloth. But he didn’t think too much about it. He got up and walked towards the dining area.

The moment Amir touched the black cloth, he froze in place and exclaimed, “Midnight Silkworm Silk?”

Hearing this, Bradford’s face was full of smiles. “Just now outside, I felt something was off about the aura in this living room. It turns out there is an object barely noteworthy!”

Amir gasped, “Barely noteworthy? Master, this… this is Midnight Silkworm Silk, impervious to flames and lava. Even in my Garner Stonehouse’s treasury, this would rank in the top three!”

Bradford laughed and said, “Look at your poor judgement. Put it away. I’ll cut it into armor myself later and bestow you a piece!”

Amir immediately knelt down on one knee in excitement. “Thank you for your grace, Amir!”

Only then did Bradford stand up and sigh, “Let’s go. What a pity. Coming here but unable to see that mongrel Jun Chester. Otherwise I could have killed him directly to please James.”

Amir snorted derisively, “That little beast isn’t worth you dirtying your hands. After sending you home, I’ll go to the pharmacy again and slaughter him in front of James Myers.”

Bradford nodded lightly, “Do that. But before killing him, ask him a few questions. I’m curious how he managed to break through the shackles of the Ethereal Core. If it really is due to the cultivation method on the Map Stone, then… keep him around for a few days!”

Amir assured, “No problem.”

The two then left the mansion like that.

Half an hour later, Jun Chester and Lyvia arrived at the mansion.

After entering, Lyvia looked back at the front door and murmured in confusion, “Why is the door open?”

Just as Jun was about to say something, a whistle sounded from the well under the ceiling!

It was naturally Jane.

She wasn’t dead yet!

In the past, Jun had saved Jane from the fires of war.

Back then, Jane’s tongue had been cut off from the ravages of war, rendering her mute.

But Jun still kept her by his side.

The first and only gift Jun gave her was a distress whistle!

That day, when Jane received the whistle, the fear in her heart disappeared.

From that day forth, Jane saw Jun as her only kin in this world.

All these years, Jane kept the whistle Jun gave her on her at all times.

Yet she had never blown it before.

Even when facing the siege of thousands of mercenaries on the battlefield, she never used the whistle!

It was so as not to trouble Jun.

Today, Jane blew the whistle for the first time!

Only heaven knew how desperate Jane felt as Amir threw her into the well.

She had used all her strength just to swim up from the icy well water below!

At this moment, Jane was clinging onto the well wall, shivering all over.

She kept blowing the whistle repeatedly.

Her face was pale as paper.

But her eyes still shone brightly, as if seeing hope.

The almost perfect, feminine face was covered in water droplets, cold well water.

No tears!

Because Jun had said to her when he saved her from the flames of war, “Don’t cry.”

The whistle grew increasingly shrill.

Just then, Jane vaguely saw a figure descend towards the well wall above her.

It was Jun Chester!

Only at this moment did Jane finally fail to hold back the myriad complex emotions in her heart.

Tears burst forth like floodgates!

By now, Jun had landed next to Jane and grabbed her hand.

And in that instant, Jun felt that Jane was gravely injured!

She had clearly been heavily wounded before being thrown down!

Jun’s expression was as cold as ice, but his voice was strangely gentle.

“Don’t cry. Avenge your grudges, kill your enemies!”