LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

No matter how hard Riordan Wells racked his brain, he couldn’t fathom Jun Chester’s identity. After all, Riordan was just a mine owner worth billions. Jun Chester, on the other hand, had already transcended wealth and power. Money was merely paper to him, and power was dispensable. To some extent, Jun Chester’s personal strength had surpassed all worldly standards.

Although Riordan Wells wasn’t qualified to know Jun Chester’s identity, he did know something about Chloe Stewart. Chloe’s father, Nelson Stewart, controlled the economic lifelines of Lordran. His decisions could topple the rules of an industry. Now, Chloe claimed that the man before them was going to audit their accounts, and Nelson Stewart, fearing a beating, didn’t dare come.

At that moment, Jun Chester stood up. He cast a condescending glance at Riordan Wells, said nothing, and strode toward the backstage of the venue. Riordan Wells watched from afar. As Jun Chester was about to enter the backstage, Lordran’s Supreme Lord personally came out to greet him. At that moment, Riordan Wells was almost frightened to the point of wetting himself.

Yet, he still couldn’t discern Jun Chester’s specific identity, not even his name. Trembling, Riordan Wells asked Chloe Stewart, “Who exactly is he?” Chloe coldly replied, “You’re not qualified to know.” Riordan’s face turned bitter as he asked, trembling, “I was so disrespectful to him just now; he won’t come after me, will he?” Chloe scoffed, “Would an elephant bother with an ant? Besides, he’s not an elephant; he’s Jun Chester, the Guardian of Lordran, Lord Chester!” Riordan Wells’s face turned deathly pale. “Lord Chester…” he muttered, his heart nearly stopping.

In an office backstage, Jun Chester sat on a sofa, indifferently examining the alliance’s signed agreement from years ago. At that moment, the king of Sparrow, Ladis, trembling, walked in. He had just been released from the Commercial Tower’s thirteenth basement level. He still believed that the alliance’s leaders and elites were imprisoned there solely due to the decision of Blood Demon, the head of the Twelve Lords of Cinder Chapel. As for Blood Demon’s purpose, Ladis couldn’t figure it out.

Now, seeing Jun Chester sitting on the sofa, reviewing the tribute agreement from years ago, Ladis felt as if struck by lightning. He knew this man all too well. Years ago, when he was a minister of Sparrow, he had seen this man’s photo and all his information. How could he be here? Was he not afraid that Blood Demon, the head of the Twelve Lords of Cinder Chapel, would twist off his head? Had he already submitted to Cinder Chapel? But if he had, why did Blood Demon cause such a fuss earlier, demanding that Lordran’s Supreme Lord reveal his whereabouts? Why did Blood Demon threaten to kill him? One question after another floated through Ladis’s mind, leaving him utterly bewildered.

However, what Jun Chester did next made everything clear to Ladis. Jun Chester covered his face with his hand for a moment, and when he removed it, his appearance had changed. He then coldly looked at Ladis and asked, “Who do you see now?” Ladis gaped at Jun Chester before finally shouting, “Jun Chester! You’re Jun Chester! How dare you impersonate Blood Demon, the head of the Twelve Lords of Cinder Chapel?” Ladis spoke in Sparrow’s language, but Jun Chester, without any language barrier, sneered, “Sometimes, the dead can be more useful than the living! Blood Demon? He’s been dead for seven years, yet you fools still think he’s alive!”

Ladis collapsed to the floor, staring at Jun Chester and the tribute agreement before him. In an instant, he understood everything. After a brief moment, a bitter smile appeared on Ladis’s face. “Only you could have come up with such a strategy to wipe out the alliance’s elites in one fell swoop, Lord Chester! I know you’re not afraid of the alliance because you’re Jun Chester!”

Jun Chester coldly looked at Ladis and tapped the agreement signed by the alliance years ago. “You owe Lordran a lot of money!” “What do you want to do?” Ladis’s face darkened to the extreme. Finally, he uttered just one sentence, “We will give you our city, and we will pay you the money!”

Jun Chester sneered coldly. “Your land is too dirty for me!” he said.

“But your sea is quite good, there’s a lot of oil there.”

Ladis’s face turned ashen. “No, that is the lifeline of my nation. Even if I die, I will not sign this humiliating treaty!” Jun Chester narrowed his eyes. “I just calculated that your Sparrow alone owes Lordran two trillion over the past seven years!” He continued, “So, from now on, I won’t trouble the people of Sparrow, but you practice a noble system, don’t you? Within ten days, I’ll send our people to visit every noble’s house! Perhaps we can’t find two trillion, but the rest can be paid back slowly!”

After hearing this, Ladis was so furious that he almost fainted. He knew that Jun Chester was capable of doing it. For the sake of all the nobles in Sparrow, Ladis weighed his options and signed a treaty.

The next day, Jun Chester announced publicly at the martial arts tournament venue that the fishing rights, mining rights, and profits of the southern Sparrow sea area, three thousand miles out, as well as all the tribute funds previously paid by Sparrow to Lordran, would be used for domestic infrastructure in Lordran. Lordran’s transport network would gradually become free to use, and the tax rates in various industries would gradually decrease to the lowest in the world. Although Jun Chester didn’t say it explicitly, the meaning was clear. He would use other countries’ money to support the people of Lordran.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

As soon as this news came out, Lordran was in an uproar!

In Sparrow, however, everyone was downcast and couldn’t muster any spirit. But Ladis made it clear that from now on, Lordran would replace Cyand in Sparrow’s heart. They swore to coexist or perish with Lordran. What a disgrace!

However, no one in Sparrow dared to protest, for once they did, they would be fully suppressed by Sparrow’s noble army! And with Sparrow leading the way, every member of the former alliance followed suit.

They either ceded land or paid compensation. Only Ladis, the king of Sparrow, knew that it was Jun Chester who made them sign those humiliating treaties! The other kings, however, all believed it was the Blood Demon of Cinder Chapel! Three days later, the martial arts tournament came to a complete end. Lordran, of course, won all the victories!

For at least a century, Lordran would enjoy a peaceful life! And after all this, Jun Chester returned to his own life! He got some ingredients from his future mother-in-law, Carol Knowles, and prepared to go home and cook for Lyvia.

It was as if nothing had happened. As for the sixty-nation alliance, their leaders were all released, and those elites they brought… Just as Jun Chester said, some were imprisoned, and some were executed directly! When he returned home, Jun Chester found that Lyvia was anxiously changing her clothes. Jun Chester couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong?” Lyvia replied in a flustered manner, “The hospital called me, my grandfather is critically ill. I have to go there right away!”