LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

At this time, Jun Chester and the elder were walking towards a garden in Chester Fortress while smoking. Jun Chester, observing the elder smoking, offered a reminder. “Don’t smoke so much. You’re getting older, and you’re still so busy. You should take care of your health.” The elder gave a wry smile. “I only smoke when I have free time. I don’t usually have time for this, especially at home. They don’t let me smoke at all!” Jun Chester didn’t try to stop him further. “I’ll prescribe you some medicine later.”

The elder laughed heartily, patting Jun Chester on the shoulder. “That would be perfect.” Jun Chester pointed to the mansion before them. “This place is nice, right? I’ll build a world-class public school here.” The elder sighed. “Maybe we should choose another location. This is, after all, your private residence.” Jun Chester smiled. “I don’t mind. I don’t need that much space to sleep.”

“Besides, after we defeated the sixteen countries back then, we signed a ten-year tribute agreement, and they had to give 30% of their taxes to Lordran every year. Seven years have passed, and the taxes they’ve given to Lordran over these years have been astronomical, with all the money sitting in my personal account. I know that without your permission, this money wouldn’t appear in my account.”

The elder fell silent for a while before slowly speaking. “Back then, you single-handedly defeated the alliance of sixteen countries without a single Lordran soldier being injured. That money is rightfully yours. That battle was truly remarkable! How could they have known that just by allowing a soldier to cross our border by three steps without your permission, they would face a catastrophe!”

Jun Chester’s expression remained indifferent. “You had Colbert and the others hang my battle robe on the northwest border. They can’t default on our compensation!” The elder laughed loudly. “Isn’t that a bit too domineering?” Jun Chester’s expression remained unchanged. “A contract is a contract. The whole thing was their fault. They could have just admitted their mistake back then, but instead of admitting it, they formed an alliance to challenge our country!”

“The war that year was entirely due to Sparrow’s massacre of our people. That was the spark that ignited the conflict!” The elder’s face suddenly became solemn. “How did I not know about this?” Jun Chester sighed softly. “The bureaucrats have always been advocates of peace, but they don’t understand that the prerequisite for that is the other party’s peaceful attitude.”

Although Jun Chester didn’t speak too explicitly, the elder understood the situation after listening. Sometimes, a significant incident happening outside would turn into a minor matter when it reached the elder. The elder hesitated for a moment. “Regarding the successor, do you really not have a suitable candidate?” Jun Chester looked at the elder. Taking a cigarette from his hand, he lit two, handed one to the elder, and spoke softly.

“Old man, you might as well keep working hard for a few more years,” said Jun Chester. “Don’t worry. With my help, ten years won’t be a problem.” The elder took a drag of his cigarette, and after a while, he managed to say, “I want to have a few days with my grandchildren around me too!”

Jun Chester laughed. “Why don’t you just give this school a name? You’re so busy, and I don’t want to waste your time.” The elder’s face twitched. “We’ve barely spoken a few words, and you’re already trying to get rid of me?” Jun Chester smiled. “You’ll have plenty of time after you retire.”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

The elder, seemingly irritated, ignored Jun Chester and walked quickly to an open space ahead. He broke off a tree branch and confidently wrote three large words on the ground: Lordran National College! Then, the elder threw the branch away. “That’s it.” Jun Chester frowned. “Couldn’t you have written it on paper?” The elder was exasperated. “Do I need to find a typewriter for you too? Ridiculous!” Jun Chester rolled his eyes and nodded. “Fine, then.”

The elder snorted. “I’m leaving! If I call you in the future and you don’t answer, you’ll regret it!” With that, the elder turned and left, only to encounter Bella not far away. Bella immediately spoke up. “Sup-Supreme Lord!” The elder was slightly taken aback. “You are…”

Bella had just overheard the conversation between the elder and Jun Chester and was now feeling dizzy. In a moment of confusion, she imitated Lyvia’s demeanor and pointed at Jun Chester, extremely nervous. “I…I am his wife!” The elder was stunned but said discontentedly the next moment, “Control your husband! I’m not young anymore, and I have to come here in the middle of the night to listen to his preaching. I’m very busy!”

Bella was rendered speechless. After the elder left, Jun Chester approached Bella and spoke coldly. “Have you no shame?”