Chapter 1690 No Need To Budge

“Ettore, you can’t talk nonsense with no conclusive evidence!” Jules warned with a serious expression. Tyr and Olympias exchanged glances on the side. They had almost figured out who was the mastermind from Ettore's mouth at this point. Almost twenty minutes later, a row of convoys drove toward them. When the convoys came to a halt, a large number of people, including several medics, rushed down from the vehicles. All of them were members of the White family and followers of Jules. The leader’s name was Quent White. He had descended from the White family’s collateral lineage. Though he was not one of the White family’s core members, his lineage had a great influence too. It controlled The Bulwark, a medium-sized organization in the ancient martial arts world. Quent was a Transformation in his own right. He didn’t usually live in the White family mansion, but when the old man became seriously ill, he returned to mourn for him. “Master Jules, how bad is your injury?” Quent immediately approached Jules after exiting the car. Although Jules’s wound had been bandaged at the time, blood continued to pour from it, which was a pretty horrifying scene to watch. “I’m fine. Take Wynn to the hospital,” Jules said with a wave of his hand. “The rest of you can follow me home.” “Master Jules, why don’t you go to the hospital to have a look too?” Quent urged worriedly. “Why should I go to the hospital for this minor injury?” Jules asked, shaking his head. “When did I become this fragile?” Jules turned around and looked at Olympias and Tyr after that. “I’m sorry, this is embarrassing!” he said, with an apologetic tone in his voice. “I can’t believe this kind of thing actually happened before we even walked through the door.” Tyr shrugged, indicating that this sort of thing happened all the time. Olympias, on the other hand, still felt guilty for what happened to Jules. He did take the blade in her stead after all. “These killers were sent by Uncle Ansel, right?” After a long while, Olympias finally brought up Ansel’s name. “Oly, we shouldn't talk nonsense, let alone speculate,” Jules said solemnly. “Our family has made a lot of enemies in the ancient martial arts world as the Creed of the Celestial Empire. There are a lot of people who want us to die.” “It’s been almost twenty years!” Olympias sneered. “Your personality hasn’t changed much.” The group got back into the car and headed to the White family at the foot of Misty Slopes. When the convoy returned to the mansion, it was almost seven o’clock in the evening. The group went straight to Jules’ house. He had already contacted his family ahead of time, asking them to prepare dinner and arrange accommodations for Tyr and Olympias. The initial banquet had to be canceled due to Jules’ injury. The other people in the residence sent Tyr and Olympias back to their arranged accommodation for a good rest after they finished their meal. It was a peaceful and beautiful courtyard. Tyr and Olympias shared the same courtyard but lived in separate rooms. The moon shone brightly in the night sky, with a few stars decorating the sky. It was a chilly winter night. Olympias stood in the yard, staring through the fence in front of her in the southeast direction. Tyr approached from behind. He couldn't help but notice Olympias was staring in a daze in the southeast direction. Tyr couldn’t help but wonder, “What are you looking at?” “Boss!” Olympias turned around and forced an awkward smile at Tyr. She pointed at one of the buildings in the southeast and said, “Silverwood Villa is located in that area. It used to be my home.” “Uh-huh!” Tyr responded. He could understand Olympias’ mood at the time. He felt the same when he returned to the Summers family back then. When Tyr gazed at the yard where the family of three had once resided, he would recall everything that had happened there. The music had ended, and the people had disappeared. “Just relax!” Tyr sighed. “I’ve put an end to it a long time ago,” Olympias replied with a smile. “Regal Palace is now my real home.” “Oly, your family wants you to come home this time,” Tyr added with a grin. “I’m afraid it’s a lot more complicated than a mere visit to your dying grandfather.” “I understand.” Olympias exhaled deeply and replied, “The Creeds are similar to a palace, where power is more important than family ties in the court. Grandpa wanted to pass down the patriarchal position to my father when he was in good health, but so much had happened since then. There will be no peace here now that Grandpa is terminally ill and about to die.” Tyr continued, “We’ve encountered assassins today. I’m afraid this matter won’t just stop like this. It’s not going to be a peaceful night.” They talked as both of them looked out at the same time. “Boss, what do you think we should do when fresh trouble starts later?” Tyr smiled and replied, “This is the White family’s own internal battle. It has nothing to do with us. Take a good night's rest and go to see your grandpa in your best condition at dawn tomorrow.” *** At the same time, in Ansel’s study. It was nightfall, but Ansel still stayed in the study to do some reading. The thing that he despised the most all his life was reading. He had been feeling upset lately and couldn’t seem to suppress the emotion in his heart, so he was forced to stay in the study and read a book to distract himself. Just then, the door of the study room was pushed open. Benoit walked in the door with an ugly expression on his face. “Benoit, what are you doing here?” Ansel asked, putting down the book in his hand with a frown. “What’s keeping you from getting some sleep?” “Ansel, don’t you know why I’m here?” “What do you mean by that?” Ansel’s expression became one of confusion. “Are you really confused, or are you pretending to be confused?” Benoit frowned as he watched his elder brother's reaction. “What?” Ansel rose to his feet and said, “You know, I’m a straightforward guy. Don’t beat around the bush when you talk. What do you mean by that? Hurry up and explain it to me!” Benoit explained, “Today, when Jules took Olympias back to his clan, he was ambushed by assassins. They were all exceptional marksmen, with four particularly powerful Transformations in the squad. Did you do it, Brother? Do you know that Jules was hurt? He received a slash, but it was only a minor injury. The assassination attempt was a flop!” “What are you talking about?” Ansel’s expression changed instantly. “Who sent out those killers?” “Ansel, there are only two of us here,” Benoit said while looking at his brother in suspicion. “Is there any reason for you to continue playing dumb? Are you the one who deployed these assassins?” “D*mn it!” Ansel was enraged right away, “Benoit, what nonsense are you talking about? How could I send killers to assassinate Jules and Olympias? Do you take me as a fool?”