The Secretly Rich Man

“But… the holy stones are still with the Morningstars… In fact, I believe they’re hoarding all the holy stones within the nation! Come to think of it, I remember members of their family using a more advanced breathing technique compared to my father… Is that why they need all those stones?” asked Fayvel.

“Doubt it. They wouldn’t need that many just to cultivate. Now that I know the scale of their hoarding, however, I believe they may be preparing them for another party that’s been backing them up! That aside, you don’t need to worry. All you’ll need to do after this is follow Aiden to their manor and show them what I’m about to give you. They’ll surely be more compliant to hand you some holy stones by that point. Aiden will be needing some of the stones for his cultivation as well,” replied Gerald.

“Sounds like a plan! Though… What exactly are we bringing with us…?” asked Aiden.

Looking at how curious they all were, Gerald simply walked toward the hall and took out a piece of paper as well as a pen. Following that, he wrote down, ‘Gerald Crawford’ on the paper…

To Gerald, this was all he needed to get the Morningstars to hand them at least a hundred holy stones. Though this left Fayvel utterly confused, Aiden simply nodded confidently…

Moving back to Jaxen, he was still immersed in grief back at his manor. To think that he had already lost two of his sons when Gerald had barely been back for two days… It was truly heart-wrenching…

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elders simply nodded hesitantly. From all that had happened, Gerald didn’t seem interested in sparing their

was prompted to say in a frigid tone, “If all else fails, remember that aside from collecting holy

up…? Third Brother, have you gone mad? Simply talking about it is already a taboo, yet you dare

we’re responsible for keeping an eye on him! If we release him, he’ll potentially become even more terrifying than Gerald!” added the Grand Elder as

us. Besides, Thunder Sword Sect probably has their sinister reasons for making us keep watch of that lunatic instead of doing it themselves. My theory is that they’re

conversation! I won’t allow it!” declared Jaxen as

came running toward them while

fell on the paper in

the butler then muttered, “G-Gerald’s men are outside… They told me to show you