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The Majestic Heir Chapter 41 - Poisoning
"What do you mean? Tell me, my husband can still be saved, right?" The baroness's face betrayed an uncharacteristic worry. For years, she had maintained an unwavering composure in every situation, but now her voice quivered with desperation.“I apologize, my lady. Of course, Lord Quentin can still be saved.” Realizing the alarm his expression had caused, Marc softened his tone and demeanor.After saying this, Marc withdrew both hands from Thomas's face. At that moment, the baron’s body, which had been sitting upright, suddenly slumped back into the chair. His complexion, while still pale, looked less deathly than before, and his eyes were now closed again."We should move Lord Quentin back to his room," Marc suggested. Shortly after, two bodyguards arrived with a stretcher covered in a thick mattress and carefully transported the baron to his bedroom."Mr. Belmont, if I may ask, what exactly happened to Lord Quentin?" Outside Thomas’s room, Joshua couldn’t contain his curiosity any lo
The Majestic Heir Chapter 42 - Yarsagumba
"I'm afraid we’ll need a stronger remedy. I’m sorry." Exhaling deeply, Marc had already anticipated this. He knew the parasites from the rare dragon fruit could grow dangerously powerful, especially after spending several days in their host's body."If only Lord Quentin could have been treated sooner, this remedy might have still worked," he thought, placing the glass back onto the tray.The room instantly fell silent. Marc's words struck like thunder—deafening and piercing straight into their hearts. Without a single word spoken, the worry and sorrow on everyone’s faces were unmistakable. As if the heavy clouds had yet to part from the Quentin manor, they could only muster patience, waiting for the outcome they so desperately desired.After a month of uncertainty about what had befallen the Baron, Marc’s arrival had seemed like a godsend—a ray of hope in their otherwise grim situation. Yet, who could have guessed that the Baron’s ailment was far worse than anyone had imagined? At thi
The Majestic Heir Chapter 43 - The Poor Staff
One day had passed. The sound of wild roosters crowing echoed faintly in the distance as Marc opened the inn’s lobby door in the early morning.“Hopefully, they’ll find him soon,” he muttered, his gaze fixed on the sky. Although the day was bright and clear, he knew that a heavy cloud of tension still hung over the Quentin manor. His revelation yesterday—that the rarest type of yarsagumba was in the possession of an officer in Cammont—had sparked a wave of activity from Joshua. The man had not only mobilized the manor’s staff and bodyguards but had also contacted powerful families to locate this officer.“Hey, do you think you’re paid to just lounge around like this?”Leonie Griffin, a woman who had been staying at the Greencliff Inn since yesterday, suddenly appeared behind him. She was visibly annoyed—not just because Marc seemed sluggish, but because he often appeared lost in thought. Beside her, Sasha Griffin, her daughter, also gave Marc a condescending glare.“Mrs. Griffin, Sash
The Majestic Heir Chapter 44 - Betrayal
"W-what?" Beads of cold sweat rolled down Leonie's forehead as she struggled to find her words. Yet, she quickly regained her composure."Sweetie, why are you joking like that?" She forced a smile on her face. "You're scaring me. Your dad isn't that kind of person.""I saw it with my own eyes, Mom." Sasha lifted her head, which had been bowed all this time. "I went to have dinner at a hotel with my friends, and I saw him there." As she spoke the next sentence, clear tears began to flow heavily from the corners of her eyes.Once, to celebrate the results of their midterm exams, Sasha had invited her dorm mates to dine at the Palace, a five-star hotel and one of the best in Cammont. That evening should have been a joyous occasion for her—until she saw the back of a man sitting at a table across from her, with two girls her age wrapped in his arms on either side. At first glance, Sasha squinted her eyes. The figure seemed familiar."No! I must have the wrong person. That can't be Dad!" S
The Majestic Heir Chapter 45 - Their Order, Not You
A few minutes earlier.“This scent?” As Marc stood gazing outside, his sharp sense of smell caught a familiar aroma. At the same time, his ears picked up the sound of footsteps approaching the lobby. Since there were only two guests staying at the inn, it was undoubtedly Leonie and Sasha. Strangely, the closer their steps came, the stronger the scent became.“Hey, do you think you’re paid just to stand around like that?” Leonie probably thought Marc was daydreaming, but in reality, the young man was trying to recall the scent with his sharp nose.“This is king yarsagumba! There’s no mistaking it!” Marc thought, glancing briefly at the small bag Leonie was carrying. Even though it had been ten years since he last encountered it, his nose remembered the distinct aroma of the very rare herb.“What a stroke of luck!” Marc muttered as Leonie and Sasha walked out of the lobby. With the remedy needed to treat Thomas right in front of him, Marc wouldn’t need to search any longer to heal the b
The Majestic Heir Chapter 46 - It's Over
"Y-you all, why are you just standing there? Are you blind?" Chesley screamed desperately at his bodyguards, ignoring the searing pain in both his hands. "Kill this bastard now!"Marc grinned. It would have been easier—and more entertaining—if they attacked him all at once. While his left hand still gripped Chesley’s right, Marc clenched his free hand into a tight fist, ready to take on the bodyguards.But a glance toward the corner of the room caught his attention. The two terrified women huddled there made him pause. He took a deep breath. "No, I can’t show violence here. I’m a manager now," he thought, unwilling to frighten his guests."If any of you take even one step closer, I’ll make your boss suffer even more!" Marc warned, raising Chesley’s already broken hand just enough to make the burly man cry out in agony."Argh! Damn you! Let go of my hand!" Chesley bellowed."Tell your men to back off now, or I’ll rip this hand right off your body," Marc whispered into Chesley’s ear."Y
The Majestic Heir Chapter 47 - An Offer
"Mmm, this..." Wiping away the remnants of food from her mouth, Leonie opened her bag and took out a small black wooden box. The box resembled a pencil case and didn’t look particularly special. "This was a gift my father gave me before he passed away."Without being prompted, Leonie opened the box, and Marc immediately nodded. On the table sat a small stalk of yarsagumba, its blood-red surface velvety, with fine veins that seemed to glow faintly under the light. Its herbal aroma was so potent that every breath felt like it carried the energy of the snowy mountains where it originated. Though this object, resembling a caterpillar cocoon, appeared trivial, among elite healers, they would pay any price to acquire it."Yes, this is definitely king yarsagumba. It’s the same one I saw back then," Marc thought, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the medicinal plant. The king yarsagumba before him was identical to the one Helma had given that old officer. "But how did this end up in her possessi
The Majestic Heir Chapter 48 - It's Real
"Mr. Robins, welcome. We’re sorry we didn’t know it was you who would be coming to see us." Leonie immediately rose from her seat and bowed respectfully upon realizing who had arrived. Sasha followed suit. They both knew the man before them was the butler of the Quentin family.Although the two women wore warm, polite smiles, they couldn’t fully believe what was happening. “So, this is the person Marc meant? Was he really not joking?” they thought, still stunned that Marc had been completely serious about his claims."Thank you, Mrs. Griffin. Please, no need to stand on ceremony. I’ve come here on the recommendation of..."Bachary was about to mention Marc’s name when he noticed the young man at the corner of the room shaking his head and pressing a finger to his lips."Very well, I’ll get straight to business. Mrs. Griffin, I would like to offer one hundred million for this plant. Do you have any objections?" Gesturing toward the king yarsagumba in the black box, Bachary’s expression
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Chapter 262 - A Deceptive Move
"I know exactly what you're trying to do. You're just playing games with me, aren't you?"Marc scoffed at Grizelda.Even if she let him hit her a hundred times, it wouldn't matter. She was simply too strong. And Marc was running out of ideas."You're talking too much," Grizelda said coldly, flashing a wide, confident grin. Whether Marc landed a hit or not, she didn’t care. She was already convinced he wouldn’t even come close."Go on. Try. Hit me again. Don’t waste my time."Marc didn’t reply. His eyes locked onto hers, mind racing.This isn’t as simple as I thought...He had two shots left—two chances to strike without being countered. He had to make them count."Alright... let’s do this," he muttered.Taking a deep breath, Marc made a bold decision. He tapped into the pure energy within his dantian—a force far more potent than regular cultivation energy. But it came with a price. It would drain him fast, and if he got hurt while using it, recovery would take very long.Still, he had
Chapter 261 - Three Strikes
"You can read my mind?"Marc narrowed his eyes, staring at Grizelda with a mix of shock and curiosity. He didn’t move his lips—just sent the question straight from his thoughts, trying to confirm his growing suspicion: could this goblin leader really hear what he was thinking?You can talk back to me like this too?Grizelda mirrored his expression, surprised herself. She’d always been able to reach into others’ thoughts—but never had she met someone who could respond to her telepathically.That changed how she saw Marc."Telepathy like this? Piece of cake," Marc replied casually, still speaking with his mind. "But let’s be real—you wouldn’t be able to do it if I didn’t let you in, right?"He wasn’t wrong. Grizelda could hear his thoughts only because he hadn't raised his mental barriers. If he had, she wouldn’t be able to break through, no matter how strong her abilities were."You're right. My power can’t penetrate your mind unless you allow it. But as long as you keep the door open,
Chapter 260 - Opening Strike
Grizelda.The goblin leader of the northern territories.At first glance, there was nothing impressive about her—unless you counted the tattered medieval noblewoman’s dress clinging to her bony frame. It was stained, torn, and filthy. Her short, frail body looked like it had been through hell. Her face and hands were scarred and blistered, like someone who had barely crawled out of a fire alive.To most, she looked exactly like what you’d expect from a goblin—grotesque and terrifying. But that impression flipped completely the moment she entered combat.The moment she unleashed her true power.Whoosh!A blast of wind ripped through the air as Grizelda’s small, shriveled fist shot forward like a bullet. Her hand, leathery and lined with age, was wrapped in a chilling black aura—one that radiated both overwhelming force and a bone-deep cold.The surrounding goblins roared in twisted delight as their leader stepped onto the battlefield. But their joy didn’t last long. The moment she bega
Chapter 259 - Marc’s Power
“You damn goblins think you can just waltz into my territory? You’re all walking to your deaths!”Marc’s roar thundered across the frontyard.Standing about a hundred meters outside the inn’s perimeter, he slammed his foot into the ground and launched himself into the sky. Power surged into his fists, energy crackling around them like a storm ready to break loose.At the peak of his leap—roughly a hundred meters high—he flipped midair and dove straight down, both fists leading the charge like twin meteors aimed at the swarm of ten thousand goblins below.BOOM!The earth quaked as his fists hit the ground. A deafening explosion followed, shaking the night and splitting the silence like a bomb going off.Hundreds of goblins died instantly, crushed or vaporized in the first impact.But the destruction didn’t stop there.A powerful shockwave erupted from the point of impact, blasting outward in a vicious burst of wind that hurled even more goblins into the air like ragdolls.Roar! Roar! R
Chapter 258 - A Different Level of Power
Marc didn’t say a word. His brows furrowed, deep in thought.Leah’s question had clearly shaken something loose in his mind.“She’s right… This doesn’t add up. Ordinary goblins shouldn’t be able to break through the magical seal I set up, right?”That thought echoed loudly in his head.Just like he told Leonie before he left for Asheville, the lobby was supposed to be secure—no matter how many goblins tried to breach it. The magic barrier he installed wasn’t just powerful—it was foolproof against anything below level 5 cultivation.And up until now, not a single goblin he’d encountered had shown power anywhere close to that. They’d all been weaker—far weaker.Even if a hundred or a thousand of them attacked the barrier at once, it shouldn’t have mattered.So if one of them—or something else entirely—actually managed to shatter his seal…There was only one possible explanation.“Could its power really be that high?”Marc felt a knot form in his stomach as that realization hit him. A cr
Chapter 257 - Just One Question
Marc floored the gas pedal, pushing the Duesenberg to its absolute limit. Even though the car had been heavily modified, the top speed barely touched 220 kilometers per hour.It still felt painfully slow to him.With his cultivation powers, he could outrun it easily on foot.But abandoning the Duesenberg wasn’t an option. It was a noble vehicle belonging to the Walenstein province. He needed to find a safe spot to stash it — dumping it by the roadside just wasn’t going to cut it.Twenty minutes later, his spirits lifted when he spotted a sign on the left side of the road:"Greencliff Village.""Finally made it!"He spun the wheel and took the left turn at the intersection. Soon, he was tearing through a small forest that separated Cammont City from Greencliff Village.Marc kept his foot firmly on the gas—until his nose, sharp and hyper-sensitive, caught a whiff of something foul ahead.The smell was familiar.Goblin stench."They’re back?"His mind flashed to something he'd read back
Chapter 256 - A Farewell
Somewhere else.A vintage Duesenberg rolled to a stop at a crossroads on the edge of Cammont.If they turned right, it would lead them toward the Asheville district. Left would take them straight into downtown Cammont—and a few hundred miles beyond that, the village of Greencliff."You sure you don't want me to take you all the way, Marc?"The driver—none other than Wangyal—unbuckled his seatbelt and turned toward the young man beside him.Marc shook his head. "Nah, buddy. This one's on me. I can handle it."Two hours earlier, Marc had gotten a call from Sasha. Her voice, trembling with fear, told him enough—the Scorpion gang was wreaking havoc in Greencliff. Without a second thought, he left Wyndham behind.I've never heard Sasha sound that scared before, Marc thought grimly. It must be chaos over there.By pure luck, Wangyal happened to show up at Winslow Mansion just as Marc was preparing to leave. The Duesenberg belonged to a noble family—it was strictly off-limits for commoners t
Chapter 255 - The Crucifixion
ROAR!"We're on it, my lady."With savage growls like wild beasts, the two goblins suddenly spoke in clear, human words.Without wasting a second, they marched over to Leonie and Sasha, each grabbing one of the struggling women."Let me go! Let me go, you freaks!""Release me! You’ll regret this!"Their screams tore through the air as they fought with everything they had, but it was useless.The goblins, strong as a dozen men, ignored their protests. They hauled them toward the center of the courtyard and roughly tied each woman to a towering wooden post."You filthy beasts! Let me go!" Sasha cried, thrashing violently.It didn’t matter. Against the goblins' brutal strength, her struggles were like the flailing of a child."Marc will find you! When he does, he’ll kill every last one of you!" Leonie spat, rage flashing in her eyes.The goblins didn’t even blink.After securing the ropes, they hoisted the posts upright, leaving Leonie and Sasha hanging there like prisoners awaiting exec
Chapter 254 - Escalating
"Aaaargh!"Leonie and Sasha screamed in shock as the inn’s front doors were blasted clean off their hinges, crashing ten meters across the floor.They couldn’t even move, let alone run. Their bodies locked up in pure terror.And just when it felt like things couldn’t get any worse, the real horror began.A figure stepped calmly through the wrecked doorway and into the lobby.“M-Mom... wh-who’s that...?” Sasha stammered, clutching onto her mother’s arm.A woman—no, a creature—stood there. She looked around fifty, dressed in a torn-up medieval aristocrat’s gown. Her skin was cracked and peeling like dried-out leather.Even so, compared to any goblin they had ever seen, she was... strangely clean.“W-who is she...?” Sasha’s voice shook as she stared wide-eyed at the approaching goblin.Leonie only tightened her grip on her daughter, shaking her head slightly.Whoever this goblin was, her instincts screamed one thing: she was powerful.There was no other way she could’ve blown the door of
