Divine Emperor of Death

Jackson's expression changed to an unsightly one.

The guards who were ready to attack at any moment suddenly felt as if their lives would end if they continue to stay here but they didn't move.

Jackson narrowed his eyes and quickly made his decision, "Guards! Watch over him and don't let him escape!"

Saying so, he headed to his carriage.

"Yes!" The guards surrounded him causing Davis to laugh in a hoarse voice, "Haha, don't worry young master. I have no intentions of running away today as the deal is sealed already."

Jackson paid it no heed and entered the carriage and closed it.

Davis just stood and waited patiently for 5 minutes before a gloomy silhouette opened the door and said, "Enter..."

Davis laughed heavily, playing the part of the bandit almost perfectly.

He then entered the carriage with no show of fear in the view of the guards. His confidence and their young master's gloomy voice confirmed their guess.

The guards looked at each other and couldn't help but discuss in hushed voices.

....

Davis went inside and sat, closing the door. He then looked at the unconscious Marc for a few seconds.

"He's my Soul Slave and besides, he is unconscious..." Jackson replied faintly, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Well well, aren't you honest?" Davis smirked but his expression was hidden by a mask.

Jackson grit his teeth, "Since you can enter my room without alerting me, then you probably have high attainments in Soul Forging Cultivation..."

"Hehe, does this mean that Young Master Jackson surrenders?" Davis cackled.

Jackson stayed silent, doing his best to control his killing intent.

He suppressed his anger and asked, "Is that all?"

"Hmm? I don't know what Young Master Jackson means..." Davis teased but his voice was grating to Jackson's ears.

"I'm asking if you recorded the event after this projection ended too!?" Jackson shouted.

Davis smiled and replied, "Yes..."

It was just a single word but it was enough to make Jackson's face as pale as white.

Jackson's expression froze and it got him ruthlessly and unaware. Many thoughts flashed past his mind after he came out of his reverie.

'Where did I go wrong?'

'Who is this old man?'

'What does he want?'

'Getting the imagery crystal back is top priority! '

'I can't let Imryll's reputation get sullied!'

'Kill him!'

'Make sure nothing leaks out!'

"Make any funny moves and you'll probably only see your family being hunted down by both the families!" Davis sneered but he felt wicked for threatening him with this method. To him, it seemed unscrupulous and shameful to be using this kind of method.

The thought that someone might use this method against him in the future had him alone gave him a feeling of fear and anger.

But that said, he didn't have any methods to complete this mission with this much efficiency.

As the saying goes, if you take up the sword, then you should be prepared to get killed by a sword.

He had killed a lot of people and he knew there's no going back. If so, then what's the use of mulling over whether if it's black or white?

All he knew was that what he's doing now should be in the grey zone as he wasn't going to use the imagery crystal in case the negotiation went awry.

He decided that unless his life or his close one's life was in absolute danger, he wouldn't do things that ended up in black.

Jackson clenched his fists and felt helpless for the second time in his life.

First was when the Blackwell Family took his family hostage, forcing him to marry, and the second was the present.

If his will wasn't strong, then it wouldn't be surprising if he went crazy or slumped into darkness.

For the nth time, he calmed himself down taking deep breaths before he finally asked, "What do you want?"

"The wealth you have right now..." Davis extended his hand.

Jackson felt absolutely reluctant right now but he still hardened his heart and removed the spatial ring from his finger.

Davis got it and checked as he secretly felt glad, "Good!"

"Now tell your guards that you're encountering closed-door cultivation right now. Tell them to not disturb you, but only stand guard."

"What are you planning?" Jackson felt ill at ease.

"Of course, I have to make a clean escape right now and for that, you'll have to knock yourself out."

"Give me the imagery crystal first..." Jackson uttered.

"As long as you don't take revenge on me, I'll never leak this information..." Davis shook his head.

Jackson sneered as if he was looking at a fool, "You think I'm a fool?"

"You have no choice except to believe me..."

A few seconds passed in silence before Davis said, "Do as I say and you'll have nothing to fear. I'm not one bit interested in your affairs."

"You expect me to believe that?" Jackson furiously spat out.

"I'm a bandit with my own way of doing things. I'll only target once and move on to the next. Now that I stole your wealth, I'll move on to the next target. But if you feel that you have the need to eliminate me, feel free to end this farce..."

Jackson stared at him in utter hatred and confusion. The things this old fart said seemed like a way out for him as well.

He considered and pondered seriously for a while before he did as he said.

Being helpless and not being able to see the light with this case, he had no choice but to comply.

He informed the guards outside and knocked himself out.

After a while, Davis came out while the guards looked at him warily.

Davis laughed, "Haha! Don't worry! Your young master has encountered an opportunity to breakthrough. Guard him well!"

Saying so, he left in the direction of Elmer Town while riding the horse, leaving behind a bunch of confused guards.

But they still continued guarding the carriage thinking that their young master was really at the doorstep of a breakthrough even though they had their doubts.