Deities: Starting From Goblins

“The Lord is very busy, defending against enemies every day. If he has to spend a lot of time dealing with your Nango Family Clan’s mess, won’t he be vexed?”

Jake Wexler stared intensely, speaking solemnly, “I’m not against the Nango Family. Think about it, don’t put up a front before me. If you really have someone capable of dealing with Logan, there wouldn’t need to be intermediation from Lord’s Manor.”

“The world is full of powerful individuals. It’s preferable to suffer a loss than invite enmity. Who knows what will cause great loss in the future? Sometimes the tension between the strong is inexplicable. There’s no need for life and death struggles, right?”

Jake Wexler’s words, though directed at Ernest Nango, were also meant for Logan, in hope that Logan would show leniency and not obsess over Ernest.

Logan, realizing this, sipped his tea and countered, “We are all intelligent people; there’s no need for roundabout conversation. Let’s straighten it out. Ernest Nango not only stole from me but also harbored a murderous intent towards me and my companion. How should we settle this?”

“And yet, you beat Ernest to such an extent and still feel wronged?” The Nango Family Master, although reluctant to lose his temper, found himself unable to control his anger. Logan’s brazenness was simply too much; he should have known when to stop when he was ahead but instead acted like a tyrant.

“I did send people to investigate. Indeed, Ernest’s unauthorized visit to Logan’s inn is a fact. In this regard, Ernest was in the wrong. Based on the Lord’s previous rules, anyone trespassing and attempting murder should pay with their life.”

Jake Wexler frowned and replied sternly, “But Ernest failed to achieve his intention. Despite his ill-intentions, he hasn’t caused a major catastrophe. I think a lesson is enough. There’s no need to take his life. That would bring about more harm than good.”

“This is easy for you to say. All of this only happened because I am powerful. What if my cultivation level was lower? Wouldn’t my opponents succeed?” Logan sneered. It seemed to him that Jake Wexler, although appearing fair and impartial, constantly seemed to be against him.

Jake Wexler fell silent, finding Logan a difficult opponent. It appeared that forging a truce between these two would not be easy. Neither of them wished to back down, both feeling wronged. How would he mediate?

Sighing deeply, Jake Wexler asked, “How do you want to deal with it? Be clear. If compensation in the form of Spirit Stones is required, I can agree on behalf of the Nango Family Master. They were in the wrong; compensation is reasonable.”

“If the Nango Family Master is a reasonable man, I, Logan, will not insist on compensation. What I dislike most is arrogance. I suppose he must be itching to tear himself apart. Would you not say it would be pathetic if I were to ask for his Spirit Stones?”

Logan smiled faintly, shaking his head, “Moreover, if I were to accept spirit stones, it would seem like I was deliberately stirring up trouble for them. I don’t want compensation. I want justice. Since Ernest attempted murder, he must go to Hell.”

“Not willing to compromise at all?” Jake Wexler found himself in a difficult position. If Ernest Nango had to be killed, even the Lord could not intervene. As Ernest was the only child of Nango Family Master, he would undoubtedly object, likely causing bloody chaos in the city.

In the face of such external threats, any fighting within would undoubtedly invite an invasion from the rival Lord. At that time, the territories would be devastated, and all, including the Lord, would plunge into chaos.

Logan shook his head, while the Nango Family Master glared at him angrily. He couldn’t understand where Logan’s arrogance came from—over nothing more than a tied fight. Even the Grand Elder was ignored—truly ridiculous.

The Nango Family Master rose to his feet, his gaze chilly, “I don’t care anymore, I am going to kill Logan, even if the Lord would condemn me afterward. Only this will quell my anger. The Nango Family has not suffered such a great humiliation in one hundred years.”

Jake Wexler, unable to stop him, stepped forward to block his path, ready to fight. This was the Master’s Mansion after all. The Nango Family Master showed no respect towards the Lord—how could he be so lawless?

“Who dares to act!” A commanding voice suddenly resounded, followed by the appearance of a middle-aged man. Upon his arrival, the Nango Family Master’s anger dissipated and he dutifully bowed, his forehead breaking out in a cold sweat as he hurriedly tried to explain himself.

The man sneered, adding, “Nango Family Master, has your courage grown? Are you planning to take care of me one day? Even if you intend to fight, it surely shouldn’t happen in the Master’s Mansion. I’ve been quite angry these past few days; I hope you don’t provoke me.”

“Young man, are you Logan?” The man looked towards Logan, introducing himself, “I am the Lord, Sandy Wexler.”

“With regards to the assassination attempt against you in the city, as the Lord, I take some responsibility. Firstly, I must apologize to you. In recent years, I’ve been preoccupied with cultivation and have neglected the discipline in the city, allowing the privileged youth of the great families to act as they please.”

After the Lord had taken his seat, his demeanor was gentle, “The Nango Family, by nature, is not wicked. For the most part, they have acted in an orderly fashion under me. But considering they made a mistake, a price must be paid. I will ensure you get a satisfactory result.”