A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance)

At the Tenth Hall, Quenric lounged in his quarters, not bothering to leave the place at all.

Neither was he even the slightest bit worried that Tennyson would pick trouble with him.

At the end of the day, his visit there was nothing more than a formality to add value to him. His family was a prestigious one among the celestials, so Tennyson wouldn't dare do anything to him.

While Quenric was relaxing, the gaunt old man walked in.

"How's it going? Is Jared dead yet?" Quenric asked.

"Mr. Haverford, although many have gone to Allardland, none has made a move yet right now. They must have some reservations about something," the gaunt old man replied.

"I know their reservations. It's only natural that they aren't making a move. After all, it's uncertain if the Tenth Hall can even come up with a hundred thousand celestial crystals. Additionally, Jared has an expert backing him up. They would have undoubtedly investigated him, so they wouldn't be so easily manipulated."

Quenric had seemingly anticipated that all along.

"Mr. Haverford, Dorian Lantz of Twilight Imperial City also set off for Allardland with some men. I reckon it's because of the Decree of Execution too," the gaunt old man reported.

"What?" Quenric abruptly sat up. "That idiot fell for it too? Haha... Corrado has always prided himself on being astute. Unexpectedly, he has such a foolish son. If Dorian ends up killing Jared, things will truly get interesting!"

"Mr. Haverford, would Dorian be so foolish as to make a move against Jared? There are already quite a few cultivators near Allardland now. If others do nothing, he surely would follow suit as well, no?" the gaunt old man said.

"If he doesn't make a move, we'll just prod him a bit."

After saying that, Quenric took out an item pouch and tossed it to the old man, instructing, "Here are twenty thousand celestial crystals. Give it to Dorian and tell him it's a deposit from the Tenth Hall. Seeing so many celestial crystals, he definitely won't hesitate anymore!"

"Mr. Haverford, are you sure about giving away twenty thousand celestial crystals just like this?"

Holding the celestial crystals, the old man was deeply reluctant to part with them.

"As the saying goes, nothing ventured, nothing gained. As long as Dorian kills Jared, he'll undoubtedly ask the Tenth Hall for the remaining eighty thousand celestial crystals. At that time, I shall see how Tennyson will handle it!"

With that said, Quenric waved a hand in dismissal.

The old man left. As he stared at the twenty thousand celestial crystals in his hand, his eyes blazed with intense desire.

This is a whopping twenty thousand celestial crystals!

He wanted nothing more than to personally make a move and kill Jared before taking the celestial crystals for himself.

However, he knew that he was no match for the latter.

At Twilight Imperial City, Corrado was engaged in a game of chess with Infinides.

Their chess matches often lasted for dozens of days before a winner was determined.

"Father, Father, Dorian is gone! The guards said that he has left Twilight Imperial City!" Fraser cried out, rushing into the main hall in a hurry.

"Where has he gone to? Ravenna is with him, no? He should be fine."

Corrado still held a chess piece in hand, contemplating his next move.

"Father, it's highly likely that he saw the Decree of Execution and went to kill Jared. A hundred thousand celestial crystals is undeniably a great temptation to him," Fraser analyzed.

"What?" The chess piece in Corrado's hand slipped, and his eyebrows furrowed deeply. "What a nitwit! How could he believe in a Decree of Execution by the Tenth Hall? The celestial cultivators are each more arrogant and conceited than the last. How could they possibly give away a hundred thousand celestial crystals as a reward just like that?"

He was truly furious, his face flushed with fury as he roared, "Go and get him right away! That idiot is about to be used by the Tenth Hall! Argh! How infuriating! If those of the Tenth Hall were to learn of this, I'd be utterly humiliated!"

“Father, he might not necessarily listen to me," Fraser admitted with a conflicted expression on his face.

"Take my token with you. If he doesn't listen to you, tell him to never return to Twilight Imperial City and leave him to fend for himself!"

Corrado tossed a token to that son of his.

Taking the token, Fraser acknowledged his orders and hurriedly left.