I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 402

The Dietrich family's warehouse was in the basement. It was heavily guarded, with hidden traps along the way in.

While walking down the stairs, Solorel explained to Jonathan, “Your Majesty, this warehouse is our treasure vault. Only treasured items are stored inside.” After some hesitation, he added, “Next to this is Fog City, where our revered ancestor cultivated her powers. Now that she's no longer around, you can head there if you want to cultivate your powers. She granted you permission before she left.”

That instantly piqued Jonathan's interest. He reckoned the place where the primogenitor cultivated would be full of benefits. And that was much more precious than anything else.

“Great, that's fantastic!” Jonathan exclaimed.

Solorel responded with a smile.

Following that, the group arrived before the warehouse.

There was a white sliding door right in front of the warehouse. A door like that was so sturdy that even a rocket launcher could not crack it open.

The front door was tightly shut at the moment.

Solorel walked up to the scanner by the entrance and did a retinal scan. The door slowly slid open.

What came within Jonathan's sight was a passageway before him. Inside, it was as bright as day, with snow-white marble walls and gold-threaded carpet on the floor.

Well-known paintings that were worth a fortune were hung along the passageway.

Solorel stepped in front to lead the way while Jonathan and the rest followed behind.

As they walked through the passageway, they arrived in front of another entrance.

This time, it was still a sliding door, but before the door sat an elderly man dressed in black.

He sat upright at a desk, and there was a booklet on it.

That elderly man was none other than Titus.

Titus was in charge of that treasure vault. He had always been a fair and impartial man who was blunt with his words.

The group halted in their tracks right before Titus, yet the latter ignored them and instead closed his eyes and leaned back on his chair, pretending to be asleep.

Evidently, he was unwelcoming toward Jonathan and the others.

With a grim expression, Solorel let out a dry cough and uttered, “Mr. Langston, His Majesty is here. Aren't you going to get up and greet him?”

Titus, however, stayed still, almost as if he was sound asleep.

Jonathan remained silent. He was waiting for Solorel to resolve that situation.

Anger simmered in the depths of Solorel's eyes. He inhaled deeply and voiced, “Let me repeat myself, Mr. Langston. His Majesty is here. You should get up and greet him now.”

Nonetheless, Titus remained motionless. Neither did he open his eyes.

At that, Solorel roared, “Walrion!”

“Yes!” Walrion responded respectfully.

Solorel snapped, “Mr. Langston has disrespected His Majesty and that is a severe act of rebellion. He will be dismissed and no longer manage the treasure vault, which'll be effective immediately.”


As those words fell, Titus suddenly opened his eyes. A terrifying gleam emitted from his gaze as he sneered at those words. “Solorel, what an arrogant man you are!”

Solorel gave Titus an indifferent look.

Titus swept his gaze toward Jonathan, then said, “A brat like him deserves to be King?”

Solorel expressed, “His Majesty was specially appointed by our revered ancestor. She has done it before everyone's eyes. What, do you not take our revered ancestor's words seriously now?”






























































Titus fumed, “Solorel, stop using the revered ancestor to scare me. Now that she's no longer around, I will never allow this brat to become the King.”

“It's a pity that it is not up to you to decide,” Solorel coldly replied.

Right then, Jonathan broke his silence. He smiled and remarked, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Langston. Do you mind if I say a few words?”

“Spit it out,” said Titus.

Unperturbed, Jonathan uttered, “First of all, I didn't ask to be King. If the revered ancestor didn't appoint me, even if I begged on my knees till my legs were bruised, Prince Solorel would still not crown me. You have to be clear that you guys are the ones who asked me to come here. If Prince Solorel tells me to, I will leave. I'll leave this place right away. Secondly, I'm not interested in the position of the King. It may seem like everyone here refers to me as 'Your Majesty' when they see me, but in truth, everyone is adhering to Prince Solorel's commands. And that is just a portion of the people here. There's another group of people who doesn't acknowledge me as the King, just like you. But I don't really care about that. Third, I have no idea why you're so hostile toward me. Do you perhaps think I'm not suited to be King and the revered ancestor's words are nonsense? Do you think you'll only be satisfied if you become King? If that is so, I'm more than willing to let you take over this spot.”

Jonathan criticized Titus both indirectly and directly.

He was reasonable and polite with his words, yet the meaning behind them was sharp and nasty.

In other words, these were the three points he made: one, the vampires had begged him to come over; two, he could not care less about the position appointed to him; and lastly, Titus was a bad*ss and a rebel for going against Leahra's words.

Well, Jonathan was never a good-tempered man, to begin with. He sure was a headache.

Titus was undoubtedly startled. He slammed his palm onto the desk and bellowed, “What a sharp-tongued brat! Get out of here!”

Jonathan looked at Titus coldly and said, “I'll treat whoever treats me nicely ten times better. That's the kind of person I am. But I hold no power here. If you want me to scram, very well then. I'll scram now!” As his words fell, he turned around and left.

“Your Majesty!” Anxiousness overwhelmed Solorel, and he immediately stopped Jonathan.
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