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At night, there was no conversation, and both the master and servant went to rest early.
Bu's injuries were severe, primarily due to the dangerous wound on his neck, which had nearly been fatal. Although he had managed to recover, his vitality was greatly diminished. Vitality is a person's life potential and is not easily restored; it requires a period of nurturing.
The next morning, the master and servant set off to visit Warren Earl, detailing the events of the previous day. The dangers they faced left Warren Earl both shocked and furious.
Bu was now the shining emblem of the Aldra Family; their fates were intertwined. Although Warren Earl harbored many secret thoughts, those would only be acted upon once Bu's usefulness had been exhausted.
Unless absolutely necessary, Warren Earl would never harm Bu. Instead, he would use the family's considerable power to ensure his safety.
This was a blatant utilitarian relationship: Bu needed the Aldra Family as a springboard to rapidly grow stronger, and in the process of his growth, they would provide him protection as his backing. Conversely, the Aldra Family also needed Bu; they required him to bring them unparalleled glory in the Qualification Challenge and to generate more benefits for their family.
As long as both parties had yet to achieve their goals, they would not easily sever ties. This was a mutually beneficial process, with both sides unwilling to disrupt their existing harmonious relationship.
However, once their objectives were met, the disparity in power between Bu and the Aldra Family would be akin to that of an ant compared to an elephant. The Aldra Family might casually eliminate him or choose to ignore him if they were in a good mood; regardless of which scenario played out, Bu would be at an absolute disadvantage.
Currently, Warren Earl was filled with rage and felt an immense sense of humiliation.
Bu represented their Aldra Family in the Qualification Challenge, symbolizing their family's honor. Even when dealing with a dog, one must consider its owner; how much more so for Bu, who was their representative.
Family honor surpassed everything; it was the pride of every member of the Aldra Family.
Yet just last night, a thief—a vile shadowy hunter—had audaciously attempted to assassinate Bu within their family estate. Such a dirty existence had brazenly attacked their emblem of pride.
Anger and humiliation surged within him. It was utterly unforgivable.
Warren Earl's eyes nearly blazed with fury; this was a naked provocation, an absolute slap in the face.
No matter who it was, they had to face the wrath of the Aldra Family. He intended to make this Fellow, who dared to challenge the Aldra Family's authority, pay the price—a heavy price!
On this day, the Aldra Family estate was in chaos. All the family guards had bloodshot eyes, their brows furrowed with anger, each one looking as if they were ready to devour someone.
All of them had been harshly reprimanded by Warren Earl and punished a dozen or so. However, they did not feel fear or discomfort; they only felt rage because just last night, a thief had infiltrated their estate under their very noses and attempted an assassination.
They were furious and humiliated.
They were the guards of the Aldra Family; protecting the family was both their duty and their honor. Yet yesterday, their honor had been trampled into the ground, and they only learned of it today. It felt like a hard slap across their faces, leaving them with a burning pain and anger.
The entire power of the Aldra Family, both visible and hidden, was mobilized, causing a storm in Sparta City.
The Aldra Family, a colossal entity that had long loomed over Sparta City, was like a hydra among local powers. Even if a strong dragon came charging in, it would have to tread carefully; even if a giant tiger attacked, it would have to retreat.
Its hidden strength was unfathomable. The sudden surge of power sent shockwaves throughout Sparta City. The commotion caused by the Aldra Family truly felt like a bolt from the blue, triggering a series of chain reactions.
All major forces within Sparta City began to take action. They dispatched spies and mobilized personnel to investigate the purpose behind the Aldra Family's movements. Many factions also secretly remained vigilant, pulling back their powerful personnel scattered outside and leaving only informants to gather intelligence.
The Aldra Family was one of the three major powers in Sparta City, alongside two other major forces: the Carmite Family and the Thunderlight Chamber.
The Carmite Family was similar to the Aldra Family; both were ancient noble families passed down through generations with deep roots that stood firm. The head of their family was none other than Kenneth, the old marquis from back in the day.
As for the Thunderous Merchant Guild, as the name suggests, it is a powerful commercial family with a complex web of relationships and immense wealth that is second to none. The champion of the first round of the Qualification Challenge, Reynold, is the Young Master of the Thunderous Merchant Guild.
The saying goes, "When the tiger roars in the forest, it intimidates all beasts; when the eagle strikes in the sky, who dares to compete?"
On ordinary days, many mid-tier forces vie for power against each other, but the leaders of these forces know that while they may be prominent figures, they must act according to the whims of the three major dominant forces. If they choose the wrong side, they risk being the first targets when the Major Forces decide to take action as a warning to others.
In Sparta City, the three major dominant forces have maintained a long-standing equilibrium, standing tall above many mid-tier forces. While mid-tier forces change and perish almost every year, the positions of these three major powers have only grown more solid with each passing day.
Now that the Aldra Family has made a move, it is as if the brain of the Human Body has issued a command; numerous mid-tier forces are like nerves and limbs of the Human Body, swiftly mobilizing in response to this directive. Dark currents are stirring within Sparta City.
Almost all mid-tier forces received notification from the Aldra Family, demanding that they identify anyone daring enough to offend the Aldra Family's authority. Each force received detailed information and leads regarding Benson, with instructions to find everyone who had recently come into contact with him.
The Aldra Family does not care whether you are willing to search or not; if you refuse to comply, you become an accomplice. Warren Earl is currently in a furious mood and would not hesitate to eliminate a few forces as an example.
At the headquarters of the Thunderous Merchant Guild, in a tall building.
This building has nine stories and is constructed entirely of blue stone, standing like a blue stone tower. Its decoration is not luxurious but rather exceptionally simple; yet within this simplicity lies an air of grandeur.
At this moment, on the ninth floor of this building, Reynold stands by the window, gazing at the scenery outside and overlooking the distant land. His gaze carries a hint of dominance amidst its calmness; his tall figure resembles a towering mountain, exuding an oppressive aura.
"Young Master Reynold called for me; what is it about?"
An aged voice suddenly came from behind him, revealing impatience from its owner.
Reynold's gaze flickered, a hint of coldness in his eyes. He slowly turned, his tall figure blocking the light from the window, and a deep voice emerged from his lips: "I will handle it myself; do not touch him."
Reynold's voice was firm and resonant, filled with an undeniable tone. At the moment he finished speaking, it was as if thunder had roared, shaking the very hearts of those present.
"Since Young Master Reynod is already aware, I need not hide anything further. The incident has occurred, but unfortunately, it did not go as planned. I hope Young Master Reynod can understand my sincere intentions."
An aged voice echoed again, tinged with a hint of helplessness. Following the sound, an old man stood in the center of the room.
The old man had sparse hair and relaxed facial muscles, appearing to be on the verge of death. Yet within him lay an indistinct but immense power. This man was indeed the one who had secretly met with Benson.
His words reverberated around the room. Reynold frowned slightly, casting a deep glance at the old man before responding in a calm tone: "Very well, but only this once. Do not challenge my bottom line."
Reynold's words were plain, yet the determination in his tone was unmistakable. His gaze was like two sharp swords, containing a hidden edge as it fixed intently on the old man.
The old man's murky eyes flickered slightly. He placed a hand on his chest and bowed silently before retreating from the room.
The Thunderous Merchant Guild wielded immense power, with its head, Count Raikdor, residing in the imperial capital of Crook Duchy, overseeing all affairs of the guild.
He had three sons and one daughter; Reynold was the third son and Count Raikdor's most outstanding and proud child, subtly being groomed to become the next heir of the Thunderous Merchant Guild.
The commercial network of the Thunderous Merchant Guild was extensive, spanning Crook Duchy and three neighboring nations. The variety of goods they dealt with was vast, with alchemical products being their primary focus.
Their substantial financial strength and generous treatment attracted many powerful individuals from afar to join the Thunderous Merchant Guild. Over time, this led to rapid expansion of their defensive forces and the emergence of numerous strong figures.
The three most formidable figures that the other factions fear and pay close attention to within the Thunderous Merchant Guild are all at the Intermediate Level 4. The elderly man who just spoke with Reynold is one of them.
Due to his powerful abilities, he holds a rather special position within the Thunderous Merchant Guild. Even Reynold, the young master of the Thunderous Merchant Guild, cannot afford to offend him too much.
Time slowly passes.
In the blink of an eye, two days have gone by, and today is the third day; the Seed Selection Tournament in Sparta City will be held tomorrow.
In the past two days, the entire Sparta City has been in a state of alarm. The Aldra Family's guard and intelligence personnel have been frequently mobilized. Warren Earl's fury does not seem to have diminished with time; instead, it has grown stronger.
“Damn it! The fellow who trampled on the honor of my Aldra Family is like a rat in the sewers, a maggot in the filthy waters. I better not find out who he is.”
Warren Earl's furious roar echoed through the hall, leaving everyone in silence.
In these two days, several factions have been completely wiped out for crossing paths with the misfortune of the Aldra Family. The once peaceful dominant forces in Sparta City are now revealing their ferocious fangs again, seemingly unwilling to rest until they find the fellow who has trampled on their Aldra Family's honor.
Several factions have been annihilated within just a day or two. The depth of the Aldra Family and their displayed overwhelming force have left many leaders of mid-level factions feeling anxious and unsettled.
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