Chapter 29: Jarl Drainwood
The platform was encircled by guard troops. As soon as they caught sight of the group descending from the Corpse Cloud, they dropped to their knees in unison, their voices ringing out in a chorus of reverence.
"Greetings, Immortal Masters and Fairies!"
Chen Haunt barely glanced at them, his focus already shifting to the task at hand. "Let's head to the city jarl's mansion first," he said, his tone brisk but not unkind as he addressed Lordi Payne. "Jarl Drainwood is a senior at the Foundation Stage of cultivation. When we meet him, mind your manners. Pay attention to etiquette."
Lordi Payne nodded, his expression calm but attentive. "Don't worry, Senior Brother Chen. I'll bear that in mind."
Half an hour later, they arrived at the jarl's mansion. Though Lothgar City, like Deerspring Town, fell under the Abyss Pit Sect's domain, it was visibly wealthier and more prosperous. The jarl's mansion was a testament to that wealth, its grandeur and scale dwarfing even the Payne Manor back in Deerspring. Towering walls of polished stone surrounded the estate, and the intricate carvings on the gates spoke of craftsmanship that could only be afforded by the elite.
After stating their identities at the gate, a steward soon emerged to greet them. He was a lean man with sharp features, his demeanor polite but efficient. "Esteemed guests," he said with a bow, "welcome to the jarl's residence. Please, follow me."
As Lordi Payne stepped over the threshold, he felt a strange lightness wash over him, as if a gentle breeze had brushed his face, easing the tension in his body. He glanced around, his curiosity piqued.
Noticing his reaction, Chen Mave leaned in slightly, her voice soft and melodic. "Jarl Drainwood is an array formation cultivator. This mansion is built around a Spirit-Gathering Array—a simplified version of the one on Ghost Shade Peak. It nurtures the body and aids in cultivation."
Lordi Payne nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings with newfound appreciation. "Thanks for letting me know, Senior Sister Chen."
The mansion was a sprawling complex of deep courtyards and lush greenery. Servants and maids moved about with practiced efficiency, their heads bowing respectfully as the steward led the group through the grounds. The air was filled with the faint scent of blooming flowers and the distant murmur of flowing water.
Soon, they were ushered into a side hall. The opulence of the room was immediately apparent. Eight melon-shaped floor lamps lined the walls, their shades embroidered with intricate depictions of juggling performers. As the steward gestured for the group to be seated, maids appeared almost instantly, serving tea with graceful precision.