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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1146

Gerald found himself furrowing his brows as he walked over the young lord whose limbs were now trembling

vigorously.

“…Do you not have any other tactics to show?” asked Gerald in slight disbelief.

“P-please spare my life… I’m the young lord and the entire Holy Witchcraft is on my side…!” replied the young lord

as he began crawling backward rather pitifully due to his legs going limp from fear.

“…Is that really all you’ve got?” said Gerald, stupefied but also slightly amused by the turn of events.

He was, of course, laughing at himself. After all, to think that he had actually fallen for the young lord’s taunts

earlier! Gerald had to admit that he had initially thought that the young lord was truly a mysterious, powerful

person. Why else could the young lord behave so recklessly?

As it turned out, the young lord was actually just a young warrior who had just gained his inner strength!

“You know, I’ve heard plenty about you, young lord… It seems that you’ve done a lot of wicked things in the past

few years…” said Gerald as he glared at the youth.

“I-I…” stammered the terrified youth… However, the young lord’s eyes suddenly went fierce as he swiftly waved his

long robes!

Seeing that, Gerald’s reflexes caused him to take a step back in anticipation of an attack. However, he realized a

split second later that no attack was coming. As a result, Gerald immediately dashed toward the young lord, his

arm stretched out to grab onto him!

However, the moment Gerald grabbed onto the black robe, he realized that the young lord was no longer there!

“…Oh? Golden escape? Now things are getting slightly more interesting!” muttered Gerald as he smiled faintly.

Feeling his ears twitch, Gerald was able to hear where the young lord was currently escaping to. Knowing that he

had locked onto his target, Gerald immediately gave chase.

By the time night had fallen, Gerald found himself running in the middle of a dense forest as he continued chasing

after the young lord.

Without any street lamps around, light was getting scarce and the bewildered Gerald found himself saying, “How

odd… His aura is definitely present, but where could he be hiding…?”

With that, Gerald closed his eyes momentarily before opening them again. This time, however, there was a green

sheen on his irises.

Scanning through the area, his eyes finally stopped when he noticed a small cask—one that was typically used to

water seedlings—near one of the trees.

Smiling subtly, he then walked toward it. Seeing a lid on the cask, he kicked it open and took a look inside. While it

only seemed to be filled with water, the water itself appeared to be shaking slightly.

Squatting down, Gerald then stared at the cask while muttering in slight astonishment, “Golden escape and bone

crush, huh? Both tactics used to escape battle… I’m good at witchcraft too, you know? However, I’ve yet to see any

true skills from you. I do wonder what the Holy Witchcraft has taught you… After all, you don’t seem like you’ll be

mastering these two tactics without practicing them for at least a few more decades!”

By the end of Gerald’s sentence, the water suddenly began quivering even more.

Shaking his head in resignation, Gerald then placed his hand in the water. Soon enough, his finger touched one of

the hidden young lord’s acupuncture points…

The moment that happened, the young lord’s body was forced to spread out, resulting in the cask busting open!

After coughing vigorously for quite some time while lying on the ground, the young lord finally found his voice and

said, “…You… Who the hell even are you…? We’re both probably around the same age…! How are you even more

powerful than my grandma?!”

Following that, the young lord then looked at Gerald with fearful eyes, looking like he was ready to burst into tears

at any second.

“There’s no need for you to know who I am. All you need to know is that if you don’t answer my questions honestly,

a terrible death awaits you!” warned Gerald as he gently patted the terrified youth’s shoulder.

“…Y-your statement earlier… I didn’t learn these skills from the Holy Witchcraft… Angelica was the one who had

taught me how to escape while I was out having fun at sea when I was eight…” said the terrified young lord

hurriedly.

“…Angelica?” asked Gerald, surprised.

True to what the young lord had earlier said, both he and Gerald were around the same age. Logically, one would

need to train for decades in order to master the two tactics he had mentioned earlier. In fact, many people would

probably spend their entire lives training to get better at those tactics, yet fail to even reach the young lord’s

proficiency in them.

With that in mind, it was certainly surprising for Gerald to find out that there was another person like Finnley—his

master—out there who could help others gain twice the training results with only half the effort.

“Y-yes!”

“Then after teaching you those skills, was it also Angelica who had told you to do all those evil deeds? Evil deeds like

rape and robbery? You know, if I hadn’t come to Montholm Island, my friend would’ve probably been ruined by you

now!” growled Gerald, a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Hearing that, the young lord knew that if he hadn’t used his two skills earlier, there was a high chance that he

would’ve already become a corpse by now.

“…I-I know I’ve done a lot of evil things in the past few years… But know that I didn’t mean to do them! I… I just

really hate women! All of them without exception!” declared the young lord who was still lying on the ground as he

grabbed tightly onto some grass on the ground…