Chapter 1120

Chapter 1120Chapter 1120 Protest
“Mr. Ryker, I’ll definitely figure out how to heal him and help him achieve the rank of Martial Arts
Marquis after the new year,” Derrell declared confidently.
Ryker nodded in delight before instructing Godrick, who was standing beside them, “Godrick, fetch
some water from the Dragon Spring for Master Derrell to take with him.”
“Mr. Deragon, I’m afraid there’s barely enough left to fill a cup,” Godrick informed softly.
“What? Why is there so little left?” Ryker questioned abruptly.
“Mr. Deragon, ever since Mr. Edgar took the last batch of water, the Dragon Spring rarely produced
any. Sometimes, we would only get a single drop over a couple of days,” Godrick explained.
Despite responding with silence, Ryker had a grim look on his face.
The Dragon Spring was a magic spring located in the garden of the Deragon residence. Back when the
ancestors of the Deragons first established their home there, it was due to the presence of the magic
spring which had crystal clear spring water flowing out of a beautifully carved dragon head.
Subsequently, the spring was given the name “Dragon Spring.” The water that flowed from it could
nourish one’s body and elevate one’s strength. It enabled the Deragons to expand their influence in
Jadeborough within a short time before becoming one of the most powerful families in the city.
However, the water that flowed from the Dragon Spring gradually decreased with time, to the extent of
only producing a single drop over the span of a few days.
The phenomenon reminded Ryker of a legend within the Deragon family which prophesized that the
day the Dragon Spring ran dry was the day the Deragons were destroyed.Now that the water supply from the spring was markedly reduced, a sense of dread descended upon
Ryker.
He believed that there was some truth to it even though it was just a legend.
“Mr. Ryker, there’s no need to worry, as I can still heal Edgar without the water from the Dragon
Spring,” Derrell reassured Ryker upon noticing the grave look on the latter’s face.
He couldn’t have known that Ryker was worried about the fate of the Deragons instead of Edgar’s
health.
Meanwhile, in the Jadeborough Department of Justice, Yamato was seated in a chair with an
exasperated look on his face.
In the main seat was Mr. Sanders.
“Mr. Sanders, I would like to strongly protest against the torture of the Jetroinian samurais. Jared is
nothing but an animal,” Yamato roared, slamming the table in front of him.
Mr. Sanders responded with a faint smile, utterly unfazed by Yamato’s outcry.
“Mr. Namura, since you claim that they are samurais from Jetroina, can you please show me the visas
granted to them for entry? Even though Chanaea is a hospitable nation, we still forbid anyone from
entering without permission. If you’re unable to provide me with their visas, I’ll have to treat them as
spies who have secretly infiltrated our nation. In such an event, I’ll have to demand an explanation from
you instead.”
Yamato was stumped by Mr. Sanders’ words.
After looking at the pictures on the forum, he stormed into Mr. Sander’s office by impulse and forgot
that the samurais had entered the country illegally.“Mr. Sanders, since the men are no longer recognizable, I’m still not certain that they are Jetroinian
samurais. Let me further investigate the matter before I come back to you.”
Having lost his earlier bravado, Yamato cracked a sheepish smile.
The matter would blow up if the samurais were confirmed to be spies.
“I’ll be waiting for your explanation then.”
novelbinA slight smirk hung across Mr. Sanders’ face.
After wiping the cold sweat off his brow, Yamato slipped away dejectedly.
“This guy has just shot himself in the foot.”
Watching Yamato’s pitiful silhouette leave, Theodore burst into laughter.
Unfortunately, Mr. Sanders didn’t share his humor.
“Theodore, not only are Jared’s actions cruel, but he also broadcast it to the public, which is detrimental
to his reputation. If he continues to stick his head out this way, he will only invite unwanted attention.
Thus, you had better advise him to tone it down,” Mr. Sanders instructed with an icy tone.
“Understood.”
Sensing Mr. Sanders’ displeasure, Theodore was so frightened that his legs began to shiver.