Chapter 14 - Chapter 14: Chapter 13 Extraordinary Power (Please follow!) (2/2)

Lucius suddenly appeared with a smile, grabbing the young wine merchant as if snatching a small animal and dragged him out of the house.

Just as the young wine merchant was about to scream for help, he suddenly heard vicious threats.

“Don’t shout, or both you and your brother are dead!”

The surrounding neighbors, seeing an old mercenary in armor with a sword in hand, all avoided the scene, with no one coming to help.

With no way to escape, the young wine merchant was weakly taken away by Lucius.

“Talk, what exactly happened? If what you say doesn’t match his story, then you’ll also have to die.”

In a hidden alley, the young wine merchant saw the body of the jungle native who had been tortured and killed, and his veins nearly froze on the spot.

He screamed in extreme fear, “I’ll tell you everything! After I’ve told you, can you let me go? Please, let me go! I still have a brother at home!”

Lucius nodded calmly, took a deep breath, and said without hesitation and with solemnity, “Of course, I will let you go because deep down, I still consider you a friend!”

“I never break my promises, rest assured!”

The young wine merchant stunned, tears of remorse flowing as he confessed everything, truly regretting his actions.

The more Lucius listened, the more he frowned; the jungle native had almost certainly pinpointed the responsible party for the past incident, and they seemed to know a lot about the current situation of the Fischer family.

According to the interrogated jungle native, it seemed that a few of the quarreling priests within the Blood Cult had reached an agreement; whoever could take revenge on the Fischer family would gain the territory and resources of the old priest.

There was no doubt that the Fischer family was thoroughly targeted, an extremely dire fact.

The young wine merchant’s mood relaxed a bit, and he forced a smile, “I’ve told you everything, Lucius, please let me go. I have a brother at home, and I’ll make it up to you in a few days.”

“Alright.”

The moment the young wine merchant showed a smile, Lucius, emotionless, nodded his head and swiftly swung his sword at the man’s head, splattering bright red blood and white brain matter across the walls.

Traitors were even more detestable than enemies; betrayers had to be killed. If the wine merchant were left alive and the word got out, others might dare to betray members of the Fischer family!

After scouring and dealing with the body, Lucius’s expression fluctuated as he immediately went to the young wine merchant’s house and silently sat on a chair.

By dusk, the wine merchant’s younger brother returned home, arms full of wild fruit, looking utterly ordinary, only a few years older than Lucius’s son.

“Who are you?”

The youth, just back from foraging, was stunned. The man silently waiting in the house wasn’t his brother but a stranger he had never met.

Lucius sat calmly in the chair from the shadows, his chiseled face devoid of any expression.

People had seen him take the wine merchant from here, and Lucius was well aware that the seeds of hatred had been planted, that even those who seemed harmless must be watched.

Even an Extraordinary Exponent could perish in the schemes of mortals; he knew how to nip the so-called chain of hatred in the bud and thus revealed a trustworthy smile.

“Your brother is looking for you; he’s got too much merchandise to move and asked me to take you over to help out.”

The boy was hesitant but still nodded.

“Um, okay.”

Lucius took the boy from the house, and afterwards, neither of them ever returned.

Night was falling, and the taverns of Nasir City were alive with the raucous voices of sailors.

Nasir City’s patrol team was led by the local sheriff, a member of Baron Hovern’s family, responsible for maintaining the most basic law and order in the town.

After dealing with the body, Lucius immediately went to Nasir City’s town hall, found the patrol team’s office, and smilingly took out a silver coin and handed it to a member of the patrol team.

“Hey, you guys have worked hard. I’m Lucius of the Fischer family. I got some fine wine from a merchant and would like to share it with the honorable sheriff.”

He wasn’t afraid of word getting out; killing someone in collusion with a demonic cult was in line with the laws of Cyart Kingdom and the rules of the True Gods Church, but Lucius knew that even when lawful and reasonable, the right incentives were still necessary.

The members of the patrol team looked at each other, seeing the blood-stained face of the man smiling at them.

“Let’s not all be so serious.”

The leader of the patrol team still nodded, swallowed hard, reached out to grasp Lucius’s hand holding the silver coin, and smiled as well, saying:

“Mr. Lucius, the honorable sheriff will definitely be interested in the fine wine you mentioned.”