Deities: Starting From Goblins

Jake Wexler furrowed his brows and questioned, “If the plot was masterminded by the elders, why did they commit the crime instead of notifying the lord?”

“Did your father have any part in all this?” the lord also asked from the side. This was his major worry, the answer he was most reluctant to hear.

If the Nango Family Master also aimed to overthrow him, it would truly break his heart. After all, he had highly regarded him for a long time, even if he was just a minor throne holder. He had provided him with numerous opportunities, allowing him to gradually rise to the status of a Half-step Saint Seat.

Ernest Nango hesitated for a long while before answering, “My father knows nothing about this. The elders threatened me with the Young Master’s position, insisting that I must agree. Both my father and I are mere pawns. My father is a stubborn man, he listens to the lord one hundred percent.”

“In any case, I have confessed everything. The prior promise should be fulfilled. I wish to restore my cultivation qualifications. I hope the Grand Elder wouldn’t go back on his word. After all, you, a Vice Lord, are only second to the Lord. Surely you wouldn’t deceive people?”

Ernest Nango’s eyes held a depth in them, but Jake Wexler didn’t utter a word. His previous claims were merely his way of making Ernest Nango confess. Even if a person’s Dantian and Meridian were destroyed, how could they be easily repaired, even by a Lord?

Lord Sandy Wexler was furious. He accused, “You’ve created such a huge disaster, yet still dream of resuming cultivation. You’ve put me in a hostile situation with their lord. How are we to settle this? I almost wish to throw you into the eighteenth level of Hell.”

“I am rather curious,” Logan remarked with a smirk, watching Ernest Nango with interest, “after Abel Scarlet met his death and was obliterated by you, everything should have ended there. It would be the best if no second person knew about this. Maintaining a guarded secret was the option. Yet why did you choose to confess here? Are you not afraid of being torn to pieces?”

Feeling intrigued, Logan pressed further, “Now I wonder, are your words true or lies? I can’t believe that a murderer would admit to his crimes. It seems rather mysterious. Unless you have a convincing reason.”

“The reason is rather simple. The people of the Nango family are extremely cold-hearted. After seeing my cultivation getting eliminated, they wanted to replace me. Was it wrong to seek revenge? Originally, I killed Abel Scarlet to help the family prosper, but they showed me no pity.”

Ernest Nango held his ground as he continued to look at Sandy Wexler, “If you go back on your word, you can just come and kill me. However, your authority as Lord will plummet. As Jake Wexler said before, as long as I confess, my service will redeem my crime.”

Upon hearing Ernest’s explanation, Logan finally understood. He speculated that the so-called orders from the elders were most likely fabricated by Ernest to frame others. It could possibly be that after committing the murder and eradicating all evidence, he faced disdain when he got back, which led him to pull everyone else into the fray out of resentment.

However, Logan decided to hold back his thoughts, after all, it was the internal disputes of the Nango Family. He had no good feelings for anyone in their family, so whatever twists and turns the incident takes was not his concern. He was merely an observer of the whole thing.

Sandy Wexler did not respond to Ernest Nango. Instead, he turned to Jake Wexler, “What do you suggest we reply to Cain Scarlet? The truth has been found out, the only issue now is that Abel Scarlet is dead. Cain’s fury will surely not subside.”

“If they only implicate the Nangong Clan, perhaps it might turn out to be a good thing. However, if they insist on blaming us too, it will be a catastrophe. A conflict among lords is inevitable. Given Abel Scarlet’s death, his father will surely find it unacceptable.”

Jake Wexler was just as puzzled and frustrated. He sighed, “We’ll take things one step at a time. Regardless, we do have to notify Cain Scarlet, don’t we? We can’t avoid telling him the truth. After all, the Nango family made the error, and now they must pay their dues.”

“Let me think about it.” Sandy Wexler contemplated the dilemma. It was a tough decision. If Abel Scarlet wasn’t dead, no matter how large the grievance, there would always be a way to resolve it. But now that he’s dead, there was no room for redemption.

Moreover, handing over the entire Nango family was not necessarily the end of everything. Whether Cain Scarlet would believe it was another story. He might even think that the Nango family was just a scapegoat. There was no solid evidence to prove that it was indeed the Nango family who were responsible.

Jake Wexler became anxious. He pleaded earnestly, “Lord, you mustn’t be confused. I know the Nango family has always been one of your closest allies. They were, however, the ones that committed this grave mistake and mustn’t go unpunished. More importantly, the elders within their family are even trying to replace you.”

“Of course, I am not trying to protect the Nango family. They will certainly pay the price. I am contemplating how to minimise Cain Scarlet’s anger. As a lord, I must consider the welfare of the populace and I do not wish to drag everyone into this conflict.”

Sandy Wexler’s eyes shone brightly. Even if Cain Scarlet does not get angry, Sandy himself would not let the Nango family off easily, but could the confrontation between the two lords cease by wiping out the entire Nango family?

Obviously not, moreover, if relations with the Nango family were completely severed at this point, and war broke out – although Sandy’s forces were many times stronger than the Nango’s and could easily annihilate them – he would also suffer losses, making it difficult to counter Cain Scarlet.