LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

Byron Ortega was slightly taken aback. He hadn’t expected this expert before him to be so concerned about his situation.

But when he thought about what the expert had said to him earlier – to observe himself first before considering whether to accept him as a disciple – he no longer felt guarded.

As for the expert’s true name and origin, since he had always refused to reveal them, Byron knew better than to ask. In any case, he only needed to be clear about one thing: his ultimate goal was to become this expert’s disciple, and that was enough.

Now that his goal was so clear, the first thing he had to show in front of him was honesty. Otherwise, what was the point of becoming a disciple?

With these thoughts in mind, Byron’s mind suddenly went back many years. His current state clearly showed that he was organizing his thoughts, trying to figure out where to start.

He glanced at Muriel Twitty and Jenny Chow, who were also following behind Jun Chester.

Muriel Twitty was fine, quietly following Jun Chester and being very obedient. She was full of curiosity about what was going to happen next, and her attention was focused on the surrounding environment.

As for Jenny Chow, she was looking at Byron Ortega with a surprised expression on her face.

She hadn’t expected this guy named Byron Ortega to be Margaret Lovall’s senior brother! This was quite strange. How come she had never heard of this person before?

Her master, Vita, had never mentioned Pinkriver Temple or this peculiar individual.

Was he really Margaret Lovall’s senior brother?

If he was, then wouldn’t he have the same relationship of senior siblings with her own master? Should she address him as “Senior Uncle”?

Lost in her thoughts, Jenny Chow, Byron Ortega finally organized his words. Taking a deep breath, he finally asked Jun Chester, “The grudge between Pinkriver Temple and me is a long story, Mr. Chester. Are you really interested in hearing it?”

Jun Chester smiled and said, “Feel free to tell me.” Byron Ortega’s face became embarrassed again. “Actually, now that I think about it, what happened back then wasn’t a big deal!”

Jun Chester didn’t interrupt and let Byron Ortega continue. “The reason I was expelled from Pinkriver Temple was all because of a love affair.”

Jun Chester smiled. “Heroes often struggle with affairs of the heart. It’s normal.”

Byron Ortega sighed. “Unfortunately, I did so much for that woman, but in the end, I couldn’t win her favor.”

Jun Chester guessed, “Is that woman Margaret Lovall?”

Byron Ortega answered decisively, “I don’t fancy her.”

Jun Chester made another guess, “Vita?”

Byron Ortega hesitated for a moment.

He became intensely curious about Jun Chester’s identity. Who was this expert? How did he know so much about the higher-ups in Pinkriver Temple?This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

But then he dismissed his curiosity with a thought. The same old saying remained.

Since he wanted to become this expert’s disciple, all he needed was sincerity.

Byron Ortega smiled awkwardly. “It’s not Vita either. It’s… a woman named Cecelia Garner!”

“Damn it! That woman, no, now she’s an old woman, was not easy to deal with. And when I wanted to pursue her, no, when I wanted to chase after her, she had already given birth to a child!”

“You know what’s most infuriating? The father of that child turned out to be a guy I once considered my arch-rival, a guy named… Eric Chester!”

“That guy Eric Chester… forget it, let’s not talk about him. Twenty years ago, he could have killed me, but today, I could easily kill him without a second thought!”

“As for… the reason I mentioned that woman Cecelia Garner, to explain it in detail, it’s actually a bit complicated. Initially, she was also a disciple of Pinkriver Temple, my junior sister, so to speak. But in reality, I knew her purpose for joining Pinkriver Temple. One of her goals was just like yours-to obtain the Tian Luo Grass!”

“It seems that it was also for the purpose of saving someone!”

“So, in order to gain the favor of a beauty, what could I do? I could only find a way to steal the Tian Luo Grass, specifically from Margaret Lovall. Unfortunately, I did manage to get the Tian Luo Grass, the ones Woody gave to you that you didn’t want. But because of this, I was expelled from Pinkriver Temple!”

At this point, Byron Ortega wore a sorrowful expression, looking up at the azure sky and sighing deeply.

“Ah, I thought… I thought that once I had the Tian Luo Grass, Cecelia Garner would yield to me, or at least give me a second glance. But you know what that woman said back then? She said I couldn’t even compare to Eric Chester’s little toe! And she cursed at me like there was no tomorrow!”

“Damn, I was so infuriated at the time that I went straight to find Eric Chester. It had to be a fight, a fight was inevitable. But back then, I really couldn’t defeat Eric Chester. We fought for three days and three nights, fighting until the heavy snow cleared. And me? I came close to being beaten to death by Eric Chester! After that, I left…”

As Byron Ortega spoke, he didn’t continue because he suddenly noticed that for some reason, the countenance of the expert before him had turned extremely unpleasant.

Byron Ortega first froze for a moment but then slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing a very grave problem!

The expert before him had the surname Ye!

Considering his terrifying power, it was highly likely that he was an elder of the Chester’s ancient clan!

And Eric Chester of the Chester’s ancient clan was very likely his descendant!

If this assumption was true…

Now, he was actually saying in front of him, someone who might be interested in his offspring’s wife, that he had contemplated her!

This…

This was clearly an act of seeking death!

Realizing this, Byron Ortega felt a chill run through his entire body. He quickly asked Jun Chester.

“Mr. Chester, Eric Chester, could he be your descendant?”

Jun Chester turned around, looking down from a higher position, and said a sentence.

“He is my biological father!”

Boom!

Byron Ortega was struck as if by lightning. Almost reflexively, he asked another question.

“What about Cecelia Garner?”

Jun Chester answered.

“She is my biological mother.”

Boom!

Byron Ortega was struck again, then blinked his eyelids twice, struggled to swallow his saliva, and with a pale face, asked.

“And… what is your relationship with them… like?”

Jun Chester said expressionlessly.

“For now, it’s fine.”

Byron Ortega swallowed his saliva again, didn’t ask anything further, and silently knelt down on the ground, completely prostrating himself.

He wished he could bury his head in his crotch.

As for begging for mercy…

It was unnecessary.

Just waiting for death was enough.

In front of this expert whom he wanted to become his master…

Not only did he say things he shouldn’t have said, he even cursed at him and referred to his mother…

That woman!

And he even called her…

That old woman!

So, was there a need to beg for mercy?

No, there wasn’t any use.