Chapter 46: How Could I Swallow This Insult…
Huh?
Jarl Drainwood's brow creased ever so slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. Lordi Payne's breath hitched, his hand instinctively drifting toward the hilt at his back, fingers brushing the wrapped Blade of Life Hater.
But then, like a storm cloud parting, Drainwood's face smoothed out. "Fair point," he said, his voice as warm as a crackling hearth fire. "You've come all this way—can't return empty-handed. Since this mess happened in my city, I'll handle your task for you."
With a casual wave to his attendants, he added, "Take good care of Young Friend Payne."
Before the echo of his words could fade, he melted into a gust of wind and vanished.
A few cups of tea moments later, Jarl Drainwood reappeared, tossing two blood-drenched beasts at Lordi Payne's feet with a wet thud. "Young Friend Payne, here you go—the left one's a Peach Blossom Demon, the right's a Purple-Eyed Mink. Check them, see if they fit the task."
Lordi Payne swallowed hard, forcing a grin. "Jarl, I'm just a fourth-layer Qi Refinement stage newbie—I don't know nothing..."
"No worries, no worries," Drainwood chuckled, his smile as disarming as a kindly uncle's. "Just swipe your nameplate over them. If I got it wrong, I'll head out to the mountains again—no trouble at all."
Lordi Payne's gut screamed no like hell, but pinned under the gaze of a Foundation Stage cultivator, he reluctantly took out his sect nameplate.
The problem was, nameplate in hand, he had no clue what to do next.
"Young Friend," Drainwood piped up, spotting his floundering, "dab some demon beast blood on the nameplate—it'll tell you if they're your targets."