LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

Christopher Walsh was immediately at a loss. The official before him, although lower in status than Blake Charlton, held more sway than any mayor. When he was scolded, Christopher Walsh was too nervous to speak.

The next moment, Christopher Walsh saw the elder, the Supreme Lord, approach Jun Chester and sigh gently. “You’re back, but why didn’t you go to Aytwhistdon? You must still be blaming me.”

Witnessing this scene, Christopher Walsh’s sweat poured down. Although he didn’t know what had happened, the Supreme Lord actually said to a young man, “You must still be blaming me.” Christopher Walsh nearly forgot how to breathe.

The officials surrounding the Supreme Lord also gasped. They seemed to know why the Supreme Lord spoke to Jun Chester like this and dared not look into Jun Chester’s eyes. It was said that Blake Charlton had already knelt down and apologized to Jun Chester. What on earth had happened?

Jun Chester looked at the elder and said softly, “Did that old man Blake Charlton say something to you?”

The elder burst into laughter. “In this country, only you can scold him. Last night, he nearly cried on the phone! Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had the nerve to call you. But you didn’t even pick up my call. So, I came straight over!”

Upon hearing his words, the scene fell silent. Who would dare not to answer the Supreme Lord’s phone call?

Seeing Jun Chester not responding, the elder sighed again. “Well, back then, they did store those things in your home with my consent. Now it seems like it was a wrong decision.”

Jun Chester smiled faintly. “Since you’re already here, let’s not talk about it. I didn’t intentionally ignore your call last night. I was at home with my child. By the time I finally had a chance to call you back, it was already too late.”

As the surrounding people listened to their conversation, their faces remained calm, but their hearts were like thunder. Because he was putting his child to sleep, he ignored the Supreme Lord’s call. As a result, the Supreme Lord rushed to Dirtmouth overnight to meet Jun Chester.

What kind of father was he?

The elder looked deeply at Jun Chester. “So, are you not blaming me?”

Jun Chester asked a non sequitur. “Have you had breakfast yet?”This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

The elder’s face lit up with joy. “Not yet, but that’s perfect. Since you have a child now, I should go meet the child and have a meal together.”

Jun Chester waved his hand. “They didn’t sleep well last night and are still asleep. Let’s just go out and grab something to eat. I’ll treat.”

The elder was speechless. “All right.”

Jun Chester and the elder walked side by side out of the street. The crowd on the opposite side was stunned. But because there were too many people blocking their view, everyone could only vaguely see a young man walking alongside the elder.

His hair was messy, looking like he had just gotten out of bed, and what was he wearing?

Not at all presentable, he was even wearing a pair of slippers. Moreover, everyone wanted to know what the young man and the elder were talking about, and the usually solemn Supreme Lord was constantly smiling. The officials following Jun Chester and the elder had various expressions on their faces.

Lord Chester was still the same Lord Chester from seven years ago. Unconstrained. Indifferent. He had never changed!

Jun Chester took the elder into a noodle shop. At first, the owner didn’t recognize the elder, but after taking a closer look, he was dumbfounded.

“Sup-Supreme Lord, it’s an honor to meet you!”

The elder smiled and patted the noodle shop owner’s shoulder. “I’m just a useless old man, there’s nothing to be happy about meeting me. But you, you must be almost sixty, and you run this noodle shop from dawn till dusk every day. I’m happy to meet you.”

The noodle shop owner was flattered. “Supreme Lord, please don’t say that. What would you like to eat?”

The elder looked at Jun Chester. “You decide.”

Jun Chester casually ordered two bowls of beef noodles and introduced the place to the elder. “This shop has been here for decades. I ate their noodles many times when I was a child, and it still smells the same.”

The elder grinned. “Let’s taste it then.”

Jun Chester invited the elder to sit down and poured him a cup of tea. “You came to Dirtmouth not just for the matter from years ago, right?”

The elder gave a wry smile. “You’re always so straightforward. Yes, I came to ask for your opinion. In a couple of years, I will retire, and the issue of a successor is a problem.”

Jun Chester hesitated for a moment. “You guys decide. My responsibility is to protect the country, not to supervise it.”

The elder fell silent. Jun Chester thought for a while and spoke softly.

“With Colbert, we don’t have to worry about war anymore, but we still have problems to solve domestically. Nowadays, so much is happening internationally every day. With Lordran’s powerful military, we can solve some issues, but there are also things we cannot solve.”

“Next, I want to stay in Dirtmouth, do something, put up some money, and build a public academy. I’ve already chosen the location, which is Chester Fortress. This was also my mother’s last wish.”

The elder was moved. “You mean to pay out of your own pocket to build a public university?”

Jun Chester nodded. “My mother once told me that whether I am in business or the military, I must prioritize the people!”

The elder took a deep breath and spoke slowly. “I received a report. In Dirtmouth, there’s a company called Lordran Prosperity. Although it appears to be just a company with a net worth of billions, in reality, some of its executives are big shots from abroad, and recently, there seems to be some subtle activity.”

“I heard that the chairman of Lordran Prosperity has already made contact with an organization under Cinder Chapel.”

“Seven years ago, during your battle with Cinder Chapel, I wronged you to protect this city from being affected. Now, it seems Cinder Chapel might be making a comeback.”

Jun Chester listened quietly, placing the peeled garlic cloves on the elder’s plate, speaking in a calm voice.

“No worries. Seven years ago, I already took care of those twelve old men. If they dare to send anyone again, all they’ll get are more corpses,” Jun Chester said nonchalantly. The elder showed no emotion on his face, but his heart was as if struck by thunder.

At this moment, the shop owner brought the beef noodles. Jun Chester smiled. “Let’s eat. I’m in a bit of a hurry. I need to bring some back for my wife and child.”

The elder scratched his brow, taking a while before speaking. “Today, I’m happy. I’ll have two bowls.”