"Ever heard of showing off your axe at Woodcutter's door?"
"Using the founder's own stuff to hit the founder, get it?"
Ethan looked at Mr. White with a smile.
Mr. White's face changed again and again, like opera face-changing, until it finally froze in shock, "Using the founder's stuff to hit the founder? Don't tell me you're saying that this non-human thing in front of me is Nostradamus?"
"How is that possible? Nostradamus has been dead for over a hundred years. Even a Archmage would've had his soul completely scattered by now!"
"Stop trying to fool me. I advise you to let me go right now!"
"Maybe I'll be merciful and tell the wilderness witches not to torture you too badly. Otherwise, I'll have a good talk with them about how to torment you so you suffer even more and regret not listening to me!"
"Non-human thing?", A stone vein bulged on Nostradamus's forehead as he roared, "I just went traveling. Who told you I died? Who the hell spread that rumor? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll crush his head!"
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Nostradamus exploded in fury and clenched his hand in midair.
The starlight binding Mr. White instantly solidified and began compressing his body. His face twisted out of shape from the pressure.
Only then did Mr. White panic.
"I can't breathe!"
"Let me go! Let me go! I was wrong! I'll pay!"
"I admit you're Nostradamus, alright? I apologize! I'll compensate you, I… pfft!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes bloodshot as if he were about to be crushed flat. Apart from coughing up blood, he could barely speak anymore.
"Compensate? Is that even necessary?", Ethan sneered, "An enemy's belongings are mine. Once you die, what do you have that isn't mine? Even your corpse will belong to me."
Nostradamus, who had been about to ease up, turned to Ethan, "Kill him or not?"
"He's already my enemy. Why keep him around?"
Ethan's gaze turned cold.
Originally, he had found Mr. White somewhat interesting. Sure, he was a swindler.
But swindlers cheat each other all the time. As long as they could remain friends, Ethan could always let him earn some money back later.
Who would've thought Mr. White would be so vengeful.
That disappointed him.
"Fine."
Nostradamus didn't waste words.
That was just his temperament, explosive and decisive.
Besides, in his eyes, a mere merchant was no more than a bug.
Crushing him required no extra emotion.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Nostradamus tightened his grip in the air. Mr. White screamed even louder, "AHHHH! BROTHER, SAVE ME, BRO… AHHHH!"
At that moment, a streak of white light shot out from a pendant around Mr. White's neck.
"Hm?"
Nostradamus looked at the escaping white light in surprise, "A communication spell that can break through my Nine-Star Array? Not bad. But useless. Even if you call your ancestors for eighteen generations, it won't help."
"At worst, I'll send your whole family off together."
"Hmph! Die!"
Just as Nostradamus was about to crush him, a familiar voice shouted from outside: "Spare him!"
"Lord, please spare him!"
"Hm?"
Ethan raised his hand to stop Nostradamus.
He was curious who would show up at a time like this to save Mr. White.
And then—
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Ethan was stunned.
Because the person rushing in from outside was none other than—
'Another Mr. White?'
"How are there two Mr. Whites?"
Ethan looked at the one running in, wiping sweat as he rushed forward, then glanced at the one trapped in starlight. His expression turned strange.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Lord Ethan, I truly apologize!"
As soon as the newly arrived Mr. White rushed in, he grabbed Ethan's hand and apologized repeatedly, "My younger brother is ignorant. I had no idea he would dare show such disrespect to you!"
"Lord Ethan, no matter what he damaged, whether it's your residents, your flowers and trees, even the floor or the ceiling, I'm willing to compensate!"
"Double compensation, as long as you spare my brother!"
"He's…", Ethan finally understood and looked at the one in starlight, "Your brother? You twins?"
"Uh…"
The newcomer glanced at his younger brother, whose body was distorted under the starlight, and said painfully, "No. He's my useless younger brother, Omar."
"You idiot! Remove the transformation spell right now!"
"Do you really want to die here?"
Under his brother's scolding, Omar, barely conscious, muttered an incantation.
Purple mist drifted off his body.
Soon, Omar revealed a face similar to Mr. White's, though younger. The two brothers looked alike, but there were differences.
Mr. White had deeper smile lines and sharper eyes, more seasoned and calculating.
His cheeks were fuller from years of smiling.
Omar, on the other hand, looked like a recent college graduate. Youthful, no wrinkles, thick brows and big eyes. He looked simpler, less scheming.
"So he really is your brother."
Seeing the transformation magic disperse, Ethan finally understood.
No wonder he hadn't noticed before. The brothers already looked alike. With disguise magic and Omar deliberately mimicking Mr. White's tone, it was impossible for an outsider like Ethan to tell the difference.
"Yes, Lord Ethan, this ignorant brother of mine!"
Mr. White rubbed his hands nervously, "Lord Ethan, could you… could you lower this brat first so I can treat him?"
"I swear I won't default on compensation!"
"We'll settle everything properly after I heal him. We can sit down and discuss it calmly!"
"I even have some fine Magic Spirit Wine. What do you think?"
"Magic Spirit Wine?"
Nostradamus immediately licked his lips.
Even though his tongue and lips were stone, and it looked completely pointless.
But from his reaction, Ethan could tell that this Magic Spirit Wine was definitely something good.
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