Punish the Sparge Family (Contract Bonus Update)

Two days later, the capital of the Yulan Empire was bathed in clear skies and scattered white clouds.

A figure streaked across half the sky and crashed into the entrance of the Sparge Mansion, bloodied and broken.

"Thud!"

Passersby, curious about this sudden spectacle, gathered around in droves; someone was actually causing trouble right in front of the Sparge Family estate.

The Sparge Family reacted with remarkable speed.

Someone immediately reported the incident to the family head to handle the situation.

This was obvious.

Someone was challenging the Sparge Family, and as one of the top noble houses in the capital, this was no trivial matter.

Immediately following.

A figure appeared in the sky above the capital of the Yulan Empire, radiating a terrifying aura that every powerhouse in the city could clearly perceive.

"Standing in the void—a Saint-level powerhouse! Come out and look!" a middle-aged woman shouted.

"Olivier? What is he trying to do?" an old-timer who recognized the man in the sky muttered.

"Daring to fly over the capital? Is this a provocation against the Yulan Empire?" a noble elder remarked.

"That Saint-level powerhouse is even holding a child."

"Olivier, what is he planning?" Catherine also noticed Olivier's movements.

Olivier strolled as if walking in a courtyard, covering the distance in a few steps before landing in front of the Sparge Mansion, where he saw the mage who had been smashed to death.

As Olivier descended, the Saint-level powerhouses of the Yulan Empire all turned their gazes toward the Sparge Family.

Very quickly.

The patriarch of the Sparge Family led a group of people to the entrance.

The atmosphere was somewhat tense.

The crowd of onlookers grew larger and larger.

The members of the Sparge Family knew that the man before them was a Saint-level powerhouse, and he clearly had come with ill intent.

Their family's own Saint-level ancestor was not currently at the estate, and the Saint-level powerhouse before them was not one they recognized. This matter would likely not end peacefully.

However, since the High Priest was in the capital, they weren't afraid that this Saint-level powerhouse would go on a killing spree.

"My Lord, I am Seth Sparge, the current patriarch of the Sparge Family. I do not know how our family has offended you, but I ask that you show respect for our ancestor and come inside to talk." In the public eye, this would damage the family's reputation; Seth knew the best course of action was to negotiate in private.

These ancient, prestigious families placed great importance on their reputation and valued their face above all else.

For a family with a Saint-level powerhouse to be bullied so casually in the capital, in front of everyone, was a deeply humiliating affair.

As the patriarch, Seth's first consideration was the family's dignity.

With Olivier causing such a massive stir, many powerhouses in the capital would be watching; these old fossils who had lived for many years were all waiting to see a joke. The circle of Saint-level powerhouses was all about face; if handled poorly, it wouldn't just be the family's reputation that suffered—other Saint-level experts would look down on their ancestor, Sparge.

As patriarch, Seth was keenly aware of these stakes.

But who was Olivier? A God-level powerhouse—why would he care about such things? Right now, he only wanted to vent his anger for his newly accepted disciple.

"Who is Sparge? Why should I give him face?" It wasn't that Olivier was intentionally making things difficult for Seth; he truly didn't know who Sparge was. Even if he did, it wouldn't change anything.

"You..." Seth was so angry he couldn't speak, but the man before him was a Saint-level powerhouse; he couldn't beat him, and he couldn't curse him either.

"I will say it one more time: hand over Frankland." Facing Olivier's dominance, Seth knew there was no room for negotiation.

His first goal was to clarify the sequence of events and quell the other party's rage.

His second was to hope that his ancestor could arrive quickly to save the family.

"My Lord, I do not know how Frankland has offended you. May I ask who you are?" Seth asked.

"I am Olivier, and Frankland has not offended me." Olivier was not an unreasonable man, and seeing that Seth's attitude was decent, he realized he was a man who understood reason. "However, he offended my disciple."

Seth breathed a sigh of relief; as long as he hadn't offended this Saint-level expert himself, it was fine, though it seemed Olivier was extremely protective of his own.

"Bring Frankland out to me, that degenerate son." At this point, Seth knew the best method was to find the person involved and get the full story.

Soon, Frankland was brought forward.

Frankland was in his twenties, a fourth-rank mage, quite handsome, and possessed the full demeanor of a noble scion; even knowing the current situation, he did not lose his composure.

"Frankland, what exactly is going on?"

When Frankland saw Victoria, he understood the cause and effect of the matter. He was a clever person who had done those things because he wanted to become a powerhouse. At this moment, he had no intention of shirking responsibility.

So, when Seth asked him, he straightforwardly recounted the beginning of the incident.

"Lord Olivier, look, your disciple is perfectly fine now, and the person who acted has already been killed. Could you please raise your hand in mercy and spare Frankland? We are willing to offer compensation."

Seth had many sons, and Frankland was one of his most outstanding; he still wanted to protect him.

Actually.

Olivier didn't hold much hatred for Frankland in his heart; if it weren't for him, Victoria wouldn't have undergone a soul mutation, and he wouldn't have received such a good disciple. Seeing him act this way, he even felt a touch of admiration for the young talent.

However, he had indeed nearly caused Victoria's death, so he still needed to be punished.

"Victoria, how would you like to punish him?" Olivier did not answer Seth, but instead asked Victoria in his arms; he wanted to see how she would handle this matter.

Victoria had never seen such a scene before. Seeing her teacher so imposing, facing an entire family all by himself, her usually sharp mind couldn't quite process it.

"Ah, Teacher, the one who harmed me is already dead, so let's not kill this bad guy," Victoria thought for a moment and said kindly. "However, since he tried to steal from our family, I want him to pay one million gold coins. Hmph."

Victoria was still quite angry, thinking to herself that if she had a million gold coins, she could buy plenty of delicious food and whatever else she wanted.

"Very well, we shall do as you say." The master and apprentice reached a consensus.

"Pay up," Olivier said to Seth.

"Lord Olivier, could it be a little less?" For a family that possessed a Saint-level expert, a million gold coins was not an astronomical sum, but it was not something they could produce at a moment's notice either.

"Hmm, then let's make it ten million," Olivier said indifferently.

"Lord Olivier, this—this—very well, one million it is." Hearing this, Seth had no choice but to agree, lest this man come up with even more outrageous demands.

He knew there was no room for negotiation.

"Since you agree, have it delivered to Victoria's home within three days. However, Frankland, while the death penalty is waived, punishment is unavoidable." Olivier paused, his divine sense sweeping over the experts who were watching the show. "Those watching the show shouldn't get to watch for free, either."

"Hmph."

At the same time.

The members of the Sparge Family and the experts watching the spectacle felt a suffocating pressure flash past, and blood began to spill from the corners of their mouths.

Olivier held Victoria and soared into the sky, disappearing from sight.

"How is this possible?" someone muttered.

"How is Olivier so powerful?" This Saint-level expert had once seen Olivier spar with others.

"A Deity-level expert?" After the shock, the various Saint-level experts quickly realized the truth.

"I never expected another Deity-level expert to appear on the Yulan Continent."

All the experts had been injured, yet not one of them felt angry; instead, they were filled with reverence.

Today.

They knew that the Yulan Continent had gained another Deity-level expert.

Originally.

There was no need to make such a grand display to avenge Victoria; with the methods of a Deity-level expert, he could have simply snatched the person away and killed them.

However.

Olivier did not want this incident to leave a shadow in Victoria's heart and affect her cultivation.

Furthermore.

He wanted to tell the experts of the Imperial Capital that Victoria was his apprentice, and they should not harbor any crooked ideas about her in the future.

This was a warning.