Chapter 20-Advice of Dwight

Chapter 20-Advice of Dwight

Dwight tried to sleep, but Beatrice was irritating him with her constant questions.

He ignored her, but she persisted, talking non-stop.

Dwight felt she wasn't fit to be a young miss of her clan; she was like a street girl who talked endlessly.

"Hey, listen to me. How can you be so carefree, as if you're not worried about your future?"

Beatrice asked, showing no discomfort being near him.

Most men would follow her commands and act subservient, but Dwight was different.

She felt comfortable around him and wasn't shy to show her true self.

Though she tried to act mature and charming due to her high position in her clan, she was just a girl who wanted to be free from responsibilities and enjoy life.

She admired Dwight's carefree attitude and was curious about it.

Realizing she wouldn't stop, Dwight opened his eyes and looked at her.

"You talk a lot," he said.

Beatrice smiled and replied, "You're the only one who has seen this side of me."

Dwight smirked. "So, it's supposed to be my honor?"

Beatrice giggled, caught off guard by his response.

"Hehehe, you're a funny guy."

Dwight thought the woman in front of him was a bit crazy.

"Hey, answer my question. How can you be so carefree?"

Beatrice had heard many rumors about him—a boy with good looks and a privileged background but no motivation.

Some thought that if they were in his position, they would use all the resources at their disposal to become stronger.

With his luck and wealth, they wouldn't waste time like he did.

Dwight looked at the ceiling and asked, "Well, why do you want to get stronger?"

Beatrice was momentarily stunned but replied, "Hmm, for me, I want to get stronger to help and protect my loved ones."

Dwight then replied, "Good answer. So what comes next?"

"You will train hard, and it will consume most of your time," he continued.

"You will continue to seek strength and strive to achieve the power you dream of. When you achieve everything you want, when you get everything you desire, when no one challenges you anymore, and when you reach the peak of life, you will still feel loneliness and question your existence."

Dwight paused before continuing, "I choose to enjoy my life and do what I want. I won't care about what others say. It's better to live the life you want than to regret it someday. This is my life, and I will dictate my own destiny."

Beatrice saw the loneliness in his eyes and felt that he was hiding many secrets.

Despite being young, he seemed unusually mature for his age.

She pondered his words and found that they made sense.

Dwight closed his eyes again and continued to sleep.

Beatrice felt that his every word was enlightening her, so she began practicing her cultivation.

Meanwhile, Sophia, secretly observing them, was stunned.

She felt that Dwight was merely manipulating Beatrice's mind to avoid responsibility.

To her, all of Dwight's words seemed like nonsense, a way for him to justify his laziness.

...….

Assassin's House Headquarters…

A dark figure materialized in front of the man sitting at his desk, drinking wine.

The man, the Vice Leader of the Assassin House, was partially obscured by the shadows.

The figure knelt before him and said, "Vice Leader, this is the data our spies gathered from inside the academy."

He produced a scroll from his pocket and handed it to the Vice Leader.

The Vice Leader took it, unrolled it, and read the contents in silence.

His expression changed as he absorbed the information.

After ten minutes, having read everything, he looked up at the man and said, "Well, they did a good job. This is an excellent report. I'm sure the leader of the demonic sect will be satisfied with our service and compensate us generously."

The figure sighed in relief, pleased to see the Vice Leader satisfied with the report.

"Now, send this to the leader of the demonic sect," the Vice Leader instructed.

"And extend my regards to the leader."

The figure was about to celebrate the chance to relax, but the Vice Leader's next words shattered his relief.

He had hoped for a break, but the new mission the Vice Leader assigned was terrifying.

The figure kowtowed and pleaded, "What did I do wrong, Vice Leader? I put my utmost effort into this job. Please assign this mission to someone else."

Fear gripped him as he thought of the demonic sect, known for its ruthless reputation.

Just mentioning the sect's leader made even the most hardened killers tremble.

The notorious demonic sect was a terrifying place, filled with individuals who were unhinged and dangerous.

The leader, rarely seen, was known for causing chaos wherever they went, delighting in torturing their victims.

The leader's presence alone signaled impending disaster.

The figure knew that anyone who entered the sect, even as a mere messenger, never returned.

He wanted to live and knew that accepting this mission meant facing the demonic sect's leader, likely leading to his own death.

The Vice Leader glanced at the man before him and then released his aura.

The overwhelming presence of a 9-Star assassin easily overpowered the 5-Star figure before him.

Boom!

Crack!

The sound of bones crushing was audible, and the man kneeling before the Vice Leader was drenched in sweat, enduring the pain.

"You dare to defy my orders?" the Vice Leader growled, enraged that a mere subordinate would reject his command.

"Please forgive my audacity, Vice Leader. I promise I will do it. Just give me another chance," the man begged, feeling the Vice Leader's intent to kill.

He knew he was just a pawn, with no right to refuse.

The Vice Leader was known for his brutality, and mercy was not in his vocabulary.

The man tried his luck, but he knew it was futile; he would have to complete the mission.

The Vice Leader ceased releasing his aura, looked at him with a smile, and clapped his hands.

"Very well, now go and do your job," he said.

"Don't worry, I might promote you if you return."

The man nodded and vanished instantly.

The Vice Leader turned to the window and murmured, "A talent surpassing gold? It seems chaos is on the horizon. Well, since he is David's son, he will undoubtedly be protected."

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In Dwight's Dorm

Dwight had returned to his dorm after Sophia realized that neither he nor Beatrice was accomplishing anything, and she removed the shield she had placed around their room.

Beatrice also returned to her dorm but was still contemplating Dwight's words.

She felt that Dwight was hiding many things, so she resolved to get closer to him.

Sophia, irritated by their lack of activity, accepted that she couldn't force them to prepare but believed they would win regardless.

Dwight was now eating with Tessa and Nirvana at the table.

"How was your day, young master?"

Tessa asked, curious about his activities.

Dwight smirked and replied, "Why are you asking? You sound like a housewife asking her husband what he did today."

Tessa was taken aback, her face flushing red at his unexpected remark.

"H-husband?"

Her heart raced at his words.

Realizing her reaction was inappropriate, she composed herself and looked at Dwight, who was clearly amused.

"You're crazy," she said.

Dwight smiled and replied, "Well, just eat and enjoy the food."

Tessa nodded and continued eating, while Nirvana remained indifferent to their exchange and continued with her meal.