Home / Urban / The Majestic Heir / Chapter 6 - First Appointment
Chapter 6 - First Appointment
Author: M. K. Diana
last update2025-01-08 02:49:37

"BLARE-BLARE!"

The deafening sound of a trumpet filled the room. When Marc opened his eyes and glanced at the table, it turned out to be his phone ringing.

“Master Tilcott, I know you have a packed schedule, but I’ve booked an appointment, and I sincerely hope you’ll keep it.”

A woman’s voice came through the phone as soon as Marc hit the answer button. Her words weren’t rude, but her tone was sharp, impatient, and commanding.

“Ma’am, you don’t need to worry. I’ll be there in two days as scheduled.”

“Hey, who are you?” Marc was about to end the call when her voice suddenly grew louder. “Oh, are you Master Tilcott’s assistant?”

“Tell your master not to reschedule as she pleases! I don’t care—I expect her here today!”

Since there was no calendar in his new apartment, Marc quickly opened the calendar app on his phone. What? Have I been asleep for three days?

The date clearly showed it was the 15th!

“Ma’am, I’ll be there shortly,” he replied.

After ending the call, Marc stretched his body and yawned a few times. Through the window with its curtains wide open, he noticed the bright weather outside.

“Such a beautiful morning,” he muttered.

But when he glanced at the wall clock, his expression shifted to shock. It was 4 PM!

Marc quickly dashed out of his apartment. As he locked the door, he noticed scorch marks on the doorknob.

“Did that girl try to sneak in while I was asleep?” he chuckled, imagining how the young woman must have hurt her hands because of attempting to bother him.

A few nights earlier, Marc had used his inner energy to seal the door. Ordinary humans—or even ghosts—would only end up burning their hands if they tried to break in.

As Marc descended the apartment stairs one floor at a time, he didn’t encounter a single soul, just like when he had first moved in. Even when he stepped outside, the cold air and eerie silence made the place feel like a ghost town.

“Once I finish this task, I’ll find out what’s really going on in this village,” he resolved.

Marc opened his phone to check the location of the patient he was supposed to visit. Thunderhill District? That doesn’t seem far from here.

But when he activated the GPS to get a more detailed route, his brows furrowed. The official residence of Mayor Cammont?

Ten years away from this city, and so much had changed—including the mayor’s official residence, which had been relocated. What puzzled Marc was why they had chosen Thunderhill, a district considered underdeveloped compared to other areas in Cammont.

For now, though, he decided not to dwell on it and continued his journey.

An hour later, Marc arrived in a rundown neighborhood. The roads were unpaved, and livestock roamed freely. In some areas, he had to tread carefully to avoid stepping on animal droppings.

Such was the state of Thunderhill.

It wasn’t until ten minutes later, at the edge of the village, that he spotted a residential complex in the distance. It was the housing area for Cammont’s high-ranking officials.

In stark contrast to the slum he had just passed through, this complex had well-paved roads and a clean, orderly environment. Each house was surrounded by a one-and-a-half-meter-high wall, and behind the walls stood grand, imposing homes.

Following the GPS directions, Marc’s destination was the house at the far end—the one with the largest yard.

“Mr. Belmont…?” A man greeted Marc with a hesitant expression, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

The man, dressed in a neatly tailored black suit, appeared to be in his forties. He was the butler of the large house.

“Yes, that’s me,” Marc said with a nod.

“Welcome, Mr. Belmont. I’m Jonas Gardner. Please, follow me.”

Leading the way, Jonas still couldn’t quite believe that the assistant to a renowned master healer like Helma Tilcott had arrived on foot.

As they passed through the gate, a sprawling yard came into view. Most of it was tiled, except for areas designated for grass and flowers.

The presence of burly, well-dressed men stationed at various corners of the property also caught Marc’s attention.

“Mr. Belmont, will Master Tilcott be coming?” Newell Brown, the homeowner, appeared both hopeful and anxious.

“Master Tilcott will not be coming. She has entrusted me to assist you,” Marc replied.

“Ah, I see.” Disappointment was evident on the mayor’s face.

“Mr. Brown, may I see the patient now?” Marc didn’t want to waste time. If the situation was serious, the sooner it was addressed, the better.

“Mr. Belmont…” Newell hesitated for a moment before speaking. “This isn’t actually about an illness. It’s about something strange that’s been happening in this house.”

After some thought, the mayor elaborated.

“For the past six months, we’ve been experiencing strange occurrences. Some of our valuables—and those of people around this complex—have mysteriously disappeared. We’ve checked the CCTV footage and hired professionals, but we’ve found nothing. It’s as if the items vanished into thin air.”

Eventually, Newell had brought the matter to the provincial police chief, who suggested seeking help from Helma Tilcott.

“I apologize for not explaining this earlier, but I didn’t know who else to turn to,” Newell confessed.

Marc nodded slowly. From that brief explanation, he already had a rough idea of what might be happening.

“May I inspect the house?”

“By all means,” Newell agreed.

Marc didn’t sense any malevolent energy inside the house, so he proceeded to inspect the exterior. After combing through the front yard, he checked the backyard and the expansive grounds outside the fence. Still, he found nothing unusual.

Could the perpetrator be a cultivator? Even if they were moving at extraordinary speed, Marc’s sharp eyesight should have been able to detect shadows or faint movements in the CCTV footage.

Marc was about to leave the vacant lot when his gaze fell upon the large forest in the distance. That was when a thought struck him.

“No way… could the culprit be…?”

Continue to read this book for free
Scan the code to download the app

Related Chapters

  • The Majestic Heir    Chapter 7 - Small Goblin

    “Why are you letting that young man do these insane things?” Cynthia Brown, the beautiful wife of the mayor, stomped her foot angrily as the bodyguards placed bowls filled with red liquid at specific points around their house.Like her husband, she had initially thought Helma herself would come to their home. However, her disappointment was evident when the master instead sent her disciple.Her disappointment grew into fury as the disciple started doing bizarre and incomprehensible things in her house.“New, I don’t care! You have to stop them immediately!” she snapped, pointing toward the bodyguards.“Darling, calm down. This is all for our safety.”“Safety? You’re driving me insane!” she screamed before storming into the house and slamming the door.Ignoring his wife’s outburst, Newell continued helping place the bowls at doorways and beneath windows. The evening was fast approaching, and he knew he couldn’t afford any delays.<

  • The Majestic Heir    Chapter 8 - The Master

    Elsewhere.Closing his eyes, Marc focused all his attention on his ears. “It’s here,” he murmured.He could hear faint movements on the ground, drawing closer to him. But suddenly—“Aaargh!”A scream from the direction of the house shattered his concentration.“Damn it! Who opened the door from the inside?”Marc’s eyes snapped open. Without sparing a glance at Jonas, who was sprawled on the ground snoring, he leaped swiftly over the backyard fence in a single bound.“Get away from here!”At the front door, Newell stood pale-faced and trembling, frantically swinging a club in his hand at a small goblin inching closer to his unconscious wife.There’s nothing goblins love more than blood. That was why Marc had lured the creature by placing blood near the doors and windows. Once the goblins had their fill, they wouldn’t bother the mayor’s family.“And besides, you don’t have to worry,” Marc had reassured Newell earlie

  • The Majestic Heir    Chapter 9 - Elizabeth’s Painting

    "Jonas, wake up. I need your help." Marc shook the butler's shoulder, waking him as the effects of the sleep spell wore off."I might have dozed off last night, but I know you did nothing. Tell me, do you want my help so you can get praised by Mr. Brown?" With a disdainful look, a cynical smile formed on Jonas’ lips."Or… did the thief come again and manage to steal something?" The butler raised an eyebrow. "You’re going to get punished by the mayor for sure."Jonas was certain Marc wanted his help to avoid the mayor’s wrath."Yes, that might be true," Marc answered nonchalantly, his face calm. He knew Jonas was a good man, albeit one who craved recognition."But I need you to take all the bodyguards to the forest."Hearing this, Jonas nodded. "You’ve asked the right person for help. I’ve told Mr. Brown countless times that I’m the one who’ll catch the thief."It didn’t take long for Jonas to gather half the bodyguards in the backyard. Before leaving, he whispered something to Marc. "

  • The Majestic Heir    Chapter 10 - The Young Lady

    Without realizing it, Marc's words had triggered a negative reaction from some people who happened to still be nearby.“Oh my, did I hear that correctly? That young man is going to pay fifty thousand for a fake painting? Unbelievable.” Sue Cook, a woman in her forties, adorned with jewelry from head to toe, shook her head.“Hey, how can you believe something like that just by looking?” chimed in her equally flashy, plumper friend, Dolores Sullivan. “Look at the shabby appearances of the two of them. They must be working together to pull off a scam.”One common trick used by deceitful traders was to pay someone to bid outrageously high on their goods, only to pretend to decline the offer. This way, when an actual buyer came along, they could sell the item for a price just slightly below the inflated one.Ordinary buyers might not realize this, but it was different for those with experience.“You’re absolutely right,” added another wealthy woman, Lala Mills. “I don’t understand how that

  • The Majestic Heir    Chapter 11 - Too Expensive

    Half an hour ago. A Cadillac V-16 entered the gates of Avenshill Street. Seeing its arrival, people instinctively stepped aside without being told. “Isn’t that Mr. Wellington’s car?” one of the antique shop owners murmured, neglecting the customer in front of him. Like everyone else, his gaze was fixed on the car. “What is he doing here?” As the owner of the largest auction house in Cammont, Arthur Wellington was famous for his close ties with the city’s elite. Not only was it common for him to lunch with the mayor during his free time, but he was also a close friend of Wesley—another prominent figure in the city. In truth, Arthur didn’t need to come in person if he wanted something from this place. Simply sending a representative would suffice; the sellers here would flock to his manor without hesitation. “Gentlemen, my apologies, but my shop will be closing temporarily,” the shop owner announced as he closed his store and followed Arthur, who had just stepped out of his car. Se

  • The Majestic Heir    Chapter 12 - The Original

    While the crowd continued to mock and laugh at Marc, three women stood with clenched fists, visibly irritated. “Look at him. This young man is truly outrageous. How dare he show up here with that fake painting?” Lala’s gaze was filled with contempt as she glared at Marc. “He’s just trying to grab more attention,” said Dolores, who stood beside her, nodding in frustration while keeping her eyes fixed on the young man. “He thinks his little act is convincing enough to fool even more people.” These wealthy women were the wives of store owners along Avenshill Street. They had come to meet Keith and report what Marc and the old man selling painting were up to. However, Arthur’s presence had completely shifted the situation. They might have had little trouble approaching Keith, but Arthur was a different matter. The Wellington family patriarch was heavily guarded by bodyguards, making it nearly impossible for anyone to get near him. And since Keith stayed close to Arthur, the three wom

  • The Majestic Heir    Chapter 13 - Clearly Fake

    “It seems that the painting is authentic.” That single sentence escaped the lips of the head butler. Yet, it was enough to make Arthur, who had maintained his calm and composed demeanor, turn his head sharply. “Are you serious?” The people in the room may not have been too shocked by Lyman’s statement. However, upon seeing Arthur’s reaction, those who had been relaxed moments ago suddenly grew tense. In an instant, the main hall of the Gems store fell silent. Like Arthur, everyone now fixed their gaze on the head butler with complex expressions. “I believe so,” Lyman nodded weakly, his eyes still locked on the painting in Marc’s hands. People might assume Arthur was the sharpest eye in the room. What they didn’t know, however, was that in certain aspects, he could be considered a “student” of Lyman. Flashback to ten years ago, when Arthur’s love for art was merely a hobby. He traveled to many countries, attending antique exhibitions and auctions. During one of his visits to Eas

  • The Majestic Heir    Chapter 14 - Food Eating Competition

    "Sir, I have given your business card to Mr. Belmont, as you instructed." Lyman was about to close the door of the Cadillac for Arthur when a second man stopped him. "Come in." Usually, Lyman wasn’t in the same car as Arthur, but this time his master had instructed him to come along. "I’m still curious, how did you figure out that the Flower painting was the original?" After telling the driver to proceed, Arthur’s face showed signs of restlessness. He couldn’t feel at ease until he secured that painting. "Do you still remember Elizabeth's painting style?" Maria Elizabeth, a legendary painter who passed away almost a century ago, had a tendency to subtly and uniquely blend her name into one part of the objects she painted. "Yes, the name embedded, right?" Arthur replied. "I saw it in Oliver’s painting." "Exactly! But that’s what sets it apart from Mr. Belmont’s painting. The name Elizabeth in Oliver's painting was written in a brighter color, different from all the other colors i

Latest Chapter

  • Chapter 244 - A Second Request

    Back to the present.“No way! How could she possibly know about that?!”Leah couldn’t stop asking herself that question, her eyes fixed on the goblin woman in front of her. She had never told anyone about it—not a soul—and she was absolutely certain no one had ever caught her with Violet.But this goblin?“You shouldn’t speak about things you know nothing about,” the goblin said, her tone cold.Leah’s mouth was slightly open, frozen in shock. She still hadn’t recovered enough to speak when the goblin continued.“I don’t care if you think you or humans in general are better than us. But I won’t tolerate mockery or insults—especially the kind you just threw.”“I—I didn’t mean—”Leah tried to explain herself, to say she hadn’t meant it as an insult. But the words stuck in her throat. And even if she did explain, would this goblin believe her?Mocking someone—whether it’s a joke or not—is never just harmless. It wounds.Meanwhile, seeing the tension spark between Leah and Grizelda, Mya re

  • Chapter 243 - Dilemma

    Smooch!Violet crashed her lips against Leah’s again, her eyes blazing as she stared at her bodyguard with a wild, reckless smile.Leah’s eyes flew wide open. Her whole body froze. Shock hit her like a lightning bolt, leaving her paralyzed as Violet kissed her a second time.“M-Miss… Miss Richmond…”Still stunned, Leah gently tried to push her away. Her brain screamed that this wasn’t what she meant. This wasn’t what she wanted.“Please…”But Violet clung to her tightly. Leah’s hands moved to her waist, trying to create distance—yet somehow, the gesture only seemed to fuel the fire inside Violet even more.“You really know how to turn me on, sweetheart,” Violet whispered, her voice low and sultry.She pulled Leah even closer, her lips hungrily seeking another kiss.Smooch. Smooch. Smooch.Each kiss was hot, desperate. Violet kissed like a woman possessed. Maybe she’d never done this before—but that only made her reckless, letting raw instinct take over. Her entire body moved on its ow

  • Chapter 242 - Something Leah Never Meant to Say

    "You can trust me—with anything. Especially the things that keep you up at night."Leah meant every word. She wasn’t pretending. She genuinely cared about Violet—and more and more, she treated her like a younger sister, with gentle warmth and protective respect.But what Leah didn’t realize was that Violet saw things differently. The kindness, the protectiveness, the gentle way Leah looked out for her—it wasn’t just professional to Violet. It felt personal. It felt like something... more.To Violet, Leah wasn’t just her bodyguard. She was someone who’d stepped into her life and filled a space she hadn’t even realized was empty."Do you really mean that, Purple?"Violet's voice trembled. She didn’t pull away from Leah’s embrace. Her tear-streaked face stayed tucked against Leah’s chest."I’ve never lied to you. I mean it, Miss," Leah said softly.There wasn’t a hint of suspicion in her voice. To her, it was just a normal question."You sure? You won’t get mad—no matter what I say or do

  • Chapter 241 - A Strange Comfort in the Heart

    “Th-thank you, Miss Richmond.”Leah’s eyes sparkled as she clasped Violet’s hand tightly, her gratitude practically glowing from her face.“Is there anything I can do for you right now?” she asked, eager to prove herself. Whatever Violet needed, she’d do it—no questions asked. That’s what a dependable bodyguard did.Violet rolled her shoulder with a small wince. “Do you know how to ease muscle pain? My shoulder’s been killing me the past few days.”“Of course,” Leah replied with a reassuring smile. “Please, have a seat.”Violet settled into the nearest chair. Leah gently placed both palms on her shoulders—but she didn’t immediately start rubbing or kneading. Just contact, steady and intentional.At first glance, Leah seemed like any ordinary girl with a pretty face. But beneath that soft exterior was a skilled cultivator, trained in the art of weaponry since she was young. Years of harsh training had taught her more than just how to fight—it taught her how to heal. She’d dealt with ev

  • Chapter 240 - First Impression

    “Y-you…”Leah’s eyes widened in disbelief. Her face turned pale, frozen in shock.It wasn’t just what she was seeing—it was how her mind struggled to process it.“That goblin just… spoke?” Her heart pounded as the thought hit her like a hammer.“Aren’t goblins just animals? Disgusting creatures? Whatever they are, how can one possibly talk?”But more than that, what truly left her rattled was the goblin woman’s words—words that cut straight to her deepest, most guarded secret. A secret she’d never told another soul. A secret she never planned to tell anyone.“Then how does she know about me? How? Who—what—is she really?”Leah stood frozen in place, her mind a whirlwind of questions. And somehow, despite how absurd it all seemed, what the goblin had said… felt true.Leah hadn’t been chosen as Violet’s bodyguard because she was the most skilled candidate. Far from it.She’d been picked because—by some strange twist of fate—she had unknowingly sparked something inside Violet. A desire th

  • Chapter 239 - A Sense of Relief

    Roar! Roar! Roar!As if responding to the distant gunfire echoing in the night, the goblins grew louder and more erratic—howling, snarling, baring their teeth with bizarre gestures and guttural screams that sent chills crawling up Leah’s spine.She’d been gripped by an unshakable fear ever since she’d been trapped here, and the grotesque spectacle before her wasn’t helping. But something shifted when she remembered she wasn’t truly alone. The Scorpion Gang was out there. Armed and ruthless. That thought alone lightened the crushing weight pressing down on her chest.“Why should I be afraid?” she told herself. “Those brutes came loaded with enough weapons to wipe out every last one of these disgusting creatures.”With that comforting thought, Leah's fear began to fade, replaced by a fragile sense of confidence. All she had to do was wait. Just a little longer until the Scorpions cleared the courtyard of goblins. Then, she’d signal them. They’d come for her. It was all going to be okay.

  • Chapter 238 - Leah’s Fear

    Meanwhile, deep in the tall grass of a dense thicket…“Mya, whatever spell you’re casting—make sure it’s strong enough to hold these things off.”Leah muttered through gritted teeth, her eyes fixed on Mya, who was seated cross-legged beside her. The two girls were huddled within a glowing magic circle barely ten feet in diameter, a fragile sanctuary surrounded by an ocean of death.Leah’s heart was pounding like a war drum. Her face was drawn tight with fear, cold sweat trickling down her temples and soaking through her clothes.“Damn it! This is insane!”What lay before her eyes was, without a doubt, the most horrifying sight she had ever witnessed in her entire life.A massive horde of zombie-like creatures—bodies mangled, faces torn, and exuding a stench so vile it could turn the strongest stomach. It was a grotesque cocktail of death and rot designed to ignite primal terror in anyone who laid eyes on them.And the worst part? There weren’t just a few. Not dozens. Not even hundreds

  • Chapter 237 - Brad’s Last Stand

    “Urgh!”Brad staggered forward, every step heavier than the last. His vision was starting to blur, and his body felt weaker by the second.He had managed to escape the swarm of goblins, but the pain in his back wasn’t letting up—in fact, it was getting worse. He could also feel the blood soaking through his clothes, oozing more and more with each passing moment.“I can’t stop here. I need to get farther away. Just a little more.”But the moment he made that promise to himself, a wave of dizziness crashed over him. His head started spinning, and dark spots danced across his sight.Thud!Brad collapsed onto the ground, unable to stay on his feet.Roar!The guttural snarl of a goblin echoed from somewhere close behind him.He’d only encountered these terrifying creatures tonight, but he was already learning their habits. They had an uncanny sense of smell when it came to blood. Just one drop was enough to send them into a frenzy.“Damn it. It must’ve picked up the scent from my clothes..

  • Chapter 236 - Bulldog’s Last Stand

    Before his subordinate could utter a single word, the goblin yanked him off the ground with nothing but its jaws.“No! Don’t kill me! Please! I want to live! No!”That was the last scream that left his lips—because a split second later...Crash! Crash! Crash!Several other goblins swarmed over and tore his body apart, devouring him hungrily.Roar!!!!And he wasn’t the only one. Cries of agony and desperate pleas echoed from every corner of the inn’s front yard. What was supposed to be a killing ground for the Scorpions had now turned into their own slaughterhouse.“Aaaargh! Help! Somebody help!”“Stay back! Don’t come any closer! Aaaargh!”“No—they’re biting me! Aaaargh! Let go! Get them off me!”The once-arrogant Scorpion crew, who had swaggered in with full confidence, now lay writhing on the ground, their bodies soaked in blood. Many had lost their limbs while still conscious—thrashing, screaming, praying for any way to free themselves from the jaws of these nightmarish creatures.

Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on MegaNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
Scan code to read on App