The Invisible Mogul novel Chapter 1146

Gerald found himself furrowing his brows as he walked over the young lord whose limbs were now trembling vigorously.

“…Do you not have any other tactics to show?” asked Gerald in slight disbelief.

“P-please spare my life… I’m the young lord and the entire Holy Witchcraft is on my side…!” replied the young lord as he began crawling backward rather pitifully due to his legs going limp from fear.

“…Is that really all you’ve got?” said Gerald, stupefied but also slightly amused by the turn of events.

He was, of course, laughing at himself. After all, to think that he had actually fallen for the young lord’s taunts earlier! Gerald had to admit that he had initially thought that the young lord was truly a mysterious, powerful person. Why else could the young lord behave so recklessly?

As it turned out, the young lord was actually just a young warrior who had just gained his inner strength!

“You know, I’ve heard plenty about you, young lord… It seems that you’ve done a lot of wicked things in the past few years…” said Gerald as he glared at the youth.

“I-I…” stammered the terrified youth… However, the young lord’s eyes suddenly went fierce as he swiftly waved his long robes!

Seeing that, Gerald’s reflexes caused him to take a step back in anticipation of an attack. However, he realized a split second later that no attack was coming. As a result, Gerald immediately dashed toward the young lord, his arm stretched out to grab onto him!

However, the moment Gerald grabbed onto the black robe, he realized that the young lord was no longer there!

“…Oh? Golden escape? Now things are getting slightly more interesting!” muttered Gerald as he smiled faintly.

Feeling his ears twitch, Gerald was able to hear where the young lord was currently escaping to. Knowing that he had locked onto his target, Gerald immediately gave chase.

By the time night had fallen, Gerald found himself running in the middle of a dense forest as he continued chasing after the young lord.

Without any street lamps around, light was getting scarce and the bewildered Gerald found himself saying, “How odd… His aura is definitely present, but where could he be hiding…?”

With that, Gerald closed his eyes momentarily before opening them again. This time, however, there was a green sheen on his irises.

Scanning through the area, his eyes finally stopped when he noticed a small cask—one that was typically used to water seedlings—near one of the trees.

“…Angelica?” asked Gerald, surprised.

True to what the young lord had earlier said, both he and Gerald were around the same age. Logically, one would need to train for decades in order to master the two tactics he had mentioned earlier. In fact, many people would probably spend their entire lives training to get better at those tactics, yet fail to even reach the young lord’s proficiency in them.

With that in mind, it was certainly surprising for Gerald to find out that there was another person like Finnley—his master—out there who could help others gain twice the training results with only half the effort.

“Y-yes!”

“Then after teaching you those skills, was it also Angelica who had told you to do all those evil deeds? Evil deeds like rape and robbery? You know, if I hadn’t come to Montholm Island, my friend would’ve probably been ruined by you now!” growled Gerald, a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Hearing that, the young lord knew that if he hadn’t used his two skills earlier, there was a high chance that he would’ve already become a corpse by now.

“…I-I know I’ve done a lot of evil things in the past few years… But know that I didn’t mean to do them! I… I just really hate women! All of them without exception!” declared the young lord who was still lying on the ground as he grabbed tightly onto some grass on the ground…