"Got a backer? You make it sound like I don't have one myself."
Hearing this, Jacob immediately laughed. "I could overlook you offending me before. You had Family Head Lawrence backing you, so there was nothing I could do to you for the time being. I could only tuck my tail between my legs in front of you, not daring to retaliate.
"But you should never, ever have offended Saint Minerva. You ruined his plans and sent him into a towering rage. He wants nothing more than to tear you to pieces and have you drawn and quartered, understand?"
He laughed wildly, thoroughly delighted.
With Saint Sophia backing him, he had not dared act rashly, afraid of offending Sophia and being slapped to death. A Saint's fury was not something he could bear.
But things were different now. With Saint Minerva backing him, his courage had swelled beyond all bounds.
This trial mission was a trap—a trap meant to kill this brat.
If he completed this mission, not only could he avenge his hatred and see this little bastard who had utterly humiliated him die, but he could also earn Saint Minerva's favor and soar to greatness from then on.
"Saint Minerva? How did I offend him? I merely said a few things to his face, and he got this angry? Are all Saints so petty? So lacking in magnanimity?"
Xia Ping raised an eyebrow.
"Shut up! How dare you slander Patriarch Minerva's illustrious name?! You really won't shed tears until you see the coffin. That sentence alone is enough to get you killed ten times over, do you understand?"
Keli stepped forward and angrily rebuked Xia Ping.
Minerva was the patriarch of the Lainster Family, a figure of supreme standing, an existence like a god. Yet this bastard still