Two days later, in the Yulan Imperial Capital, the sky was clear and dotted with white clouds.
A figure streaked across half the sky and crashed down before the gates of Sparge Mansion, his head split open and bloodied.
Bang!
Passersby were extremely curious about this sudden development and gathered around. Someone had actually dared to cause trouble in front of the Sparge Family's gates.
The Sparge Family reacted quickly as well.
Someone immediately reported the matter to the family head and asked him to handle it.
This was obvious.
Someone was challenging the Sparge Family. As one of the foremost great families in the imperial capital, this was no small matter.
Immediately afterward,
a figure appeared in the skies above the Yulan Empire's imperial capital. An aura of terror radiated from him, and the capital's experts could all sense it clearly.
"Standing in midair—a Saint-level expert! Come look!" an elderly woman shouted.
"Olivier? What is he trying to do?" one ancient old monster recognized the man in the sky.
"Flying above the imperial capital? Is he provoking the Yulan Empire?" an old nobleman said.
"That Saint-level expert is even holding a child?"
"Olivier, what is he going to do?" Catherine also noticed Olivier's movements.
Olivier strolled through the air as if walking through a garden. In just a few steps, he had traveled far away and landed before Sparge Mansion, where he saw the dead mage who had been thrown down.
As Olivier descended, the Saint-level experts of the Yulan Empire all turned their attention toward the Sparge Family.
Very soon,
the Sparge Family's patriarch arrived at the gates with a group of people.
The atmosphere was somewhat tense.
More and more people gathered around.
The Sparge Family members knew that the man before them was a Saint-level expert and had clearly come with ill intent.
Their family's Saint-level ancestor was not currently at the estate, and this Saint-level expert was not one they recognized. This matter would likely not end peacefully.
Still, this was the imperial capital, where the High Priest resided. They were not afraid that this Saint-level expert would start slaughtering people.
"My lord, I am Seth Sparge, the current head of the Sparge Family. I do not know how our family has offended you. Please, for the sake of our ancestor Sparge, come inside so we may discuss this," Seth said. In front of such a crowd, this would damage the family's reputation. Seth knew that the best course of action was to speak in private.
These great families with long histories cared greatly about their reputations and dignity.
If a family with a Saint-level expert were bullied so casually, and in the imperial capital no less, before the eyes of the public, it would be exceedingly humiliating.
As the family head, Seth naturally considered the family's dignity first.
Olivier had caused such a huge commotion that many experts in the imperial capital would be watching. Those old monsters who had lived for countless years were all waiting to see a joke. The Saint-level circle cared about appearances. If this was not handled well, not only would the family's reputation suffer, but what would the other Saints think of their ancestor, Sparge?
As the patriarch, Seth understood these stakes very clearly.
But who was Olivier? A god-level expert. Why would he care about any of that? Right now, he only wanted to vent his new disciple's anger.
"Who is Sparge? Why should I give him any face?" Olivier was not deliberately making things difficult for Seth. He truly did not know who Sparge was. Even if he had known, it would not have changed anything.
"You..." Seth was so angry he could not speak. But the man before him was a Saint-level expert. He could not defeat him, nor could he curse at him.
"I'll say it again. Hand over Frankland." Facing Olivier's forcefulness, Seth knew there was no room left for compromise.
First, he needed to understand exactly what had happened and calm the other party's anger.
Second, he hoped that his ancestor could arrive quickly and save the family.
"My lord, how did Frankland offend you? And may I ask who you are?" Seth asked.
"I am Olivier. Frankland did not offend me." Olivier was not an unreasonable person. Seeing Seth's fairly respectful attitude, he found him to be a sensible man. "But he offended my disciple."
Seth sighed in relief. As long as Frankland had not offended this Saint-level expert personally, there was still hope. However, Olivier clearly seemed extremely protective of his disciple.
"Bring Frankland to me, that unfilial bastard." Seth knew that the best course of action was to find the person involved and clarify the situation.
Frankland was brought out very quickly.
Frankland was in his twenties, a fourth-rank mage, handsome and refined, with all the bearing of a noble's son. Even after learning about the situation, he did not lose his composure.
"Frankland, what exactly happened?"
The moment Frankland saw Victoria, he understood the cause and effect. He was a clever man, and he had done those things because he wanted to become stronger. He had no intention of shirking responsibility now.
So when Seth questioned him, he readily explained everything from beginning to end.
"Lord Olivier, your disciple is unharmed now, and the person who directly attacked her is already dead. Could you perhaps show mercy and spare Frankland? We are willing to offer compensation."
Seth had many sons, but Frankland was one of the most outstanding among them. He still wished to protect him.
Originally,
Olivier did not hold much hatred for Frankland. If not for him, Victoria would not have undergone a soul mutation, and Olivier would not have gained such an excellent disciple. Seeing Frankland's conduct now, Olivier even thought him a promising young man.
However, he had indeed nearly caused Victoria's death. He still needed to be punished.
"Victoria, how should he be punished?" Olivier did not answer Seth. Instead, he asked Victoria in his arms. He wanted to see how she would handle this matter.
When had Victoria ever seen such a scene? Seeing her teacher display such might, facing an entire family alone, even her normally clever mind could not keep up.
"Ah, Teacher, the bad man who hurt me is already dead, so don't kill this bad man." After thinking for a moment, Victoria spoke kindly. "But he tried to steal things from our home. I want him to pay one million gold coins. Hmph."
Victoria was still very angry. She thought that with one million gold coins, she could buy lots of delicious food and anything else she wanted.
"Alright, we'll do as you say." Teacher and disciple reached an agreement.
"Pay up," Olivier said to Seth.
"Lord Olivier, could you lower the amount a little?" For a family with a Saint-level expert, one million gold coins was not a great deal, but it was not something they could simply produce at a moment's notice.
"Hmm, then make it ten million." Olivier spoke indifferently.
"Lord Olivier, th-this... then one million it is." Hearing that, Seth could only agree. Otherwise, who knew what other demands this man might make?
He knew there was no room for negotiation.
"Good that you agree. Deliver it to Victoria's home within three days. However, Frankland may be spared from death, but he cannot escape punishment." Olivier paused, his divine sense sweeping over the experts watching the show. "And those watching cannot watch for free."
"Hmph."
At the same time,
the Sparge Family members and the experts watching the spectacle felt a suffocating aura flash past them. Blood seeped from the corners of their mouths.
Olivier shot into the sky with Victoria in his arms and vanished.
"How is that possible?" someone said.
"How is Olivier so powerful?" This Saint-level expert had once seen Olivier spar with someone.
"A god-level expert?" After their shock, the Saints quickly discovered the truth.
"I never expected another god-level expert to appear on the Yulan Continent."
All the experts had been injured, yet not one of them was angry. Instead, they were filled with respect.
Today,
they learned that the Yulan Continent had gained another god-level expert.
Originally,
there had been no need to make such a grand show of taking revenge for Victoria. With the methods of a god-level expert, he could simply have captured and killed the man directly.
However,
Olivier did not want this matter to leave a shadow in Victoria's heart and affect her cultivation.
Furthermore,
he wanted to tell the imperial capital's experts that Victoria was his disciple, and that they should not set their sights on her in the future.
This was a warning.
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