Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1309 - Chapter 1309 718 Chapter Xiang Liu_2

Chapter 1309: 718 Chapter Xiang Liu_2 Chapter 1309: 718 Chapter Xiang Liu_2 “I need to see the City Lord! Let me in at once!” Dickson Lindman hastened to the gates of the City Lord’s Mansion, shouting loudly, his voice filled with undeniable authority. His hands were positioned behind his back, clenched into fists, as if he was ready to strike at any moment and shatter all obstacles in his way.

Upon seeing this, Timothy Daiziel, the guard at the gate, shuddered inside. He was well aware of Lindman’s identity and status, as well as the General of Spear Riders’ temperament and character. However, because of his duty, he had no choice but to step forward and stop him, “General Lindman, this is… The City Lord is currently hosting guests and is afraid it’s not convenient to see you.”

Lindman, upon hearing this, furrowed his brows and his anger intensified, “Timothy, you should know the consequences of stopping me! The City Lord and I have significant interactions; do you realize the crime you are committing by blocking me here!” His voice was deep and powerful, each word seemingly carrying the weight of a thousand pounds upon Timothy’s heart.

Timothy’s complexion shifted slightly but he still held his ground, “General Lindman, I am not intentionally blocking you, but the City Lord indeed has urgent matters on hand. Perhaps you could wait for a moment, and as soon as the City Lord is free, I will notify him immediately.”

Lindman was not buying it; he took a fierce step forward, his crimson eyes staring intensely at Timothy, “Wait? I, Dickson Lindman, can wait, but can the crisis in the city wait? I have urgent military information to report, and if delayed, can you bear the responsibility?”

Hearing this, Timothy was jolted inside. He knew full well Lindman was not exaggerating, and he also understood that the situation indeed allowed no delay. Thus, he clenched his teeth and decided to make an exception, “Alright, General Lindman, please wait a moment, I’ll go and inform the City Lord right now.”

Having said that, Timothy turned and ran quickly towards the mansion, praying internally that the City Lord would be able to finish his current affairs quickly and meet with the furious General of Spear Riders. Meanwhile, Lindman stood still, his eyes blazing, staring intently at the gates of the City Lord’s Mansion as if trying to bore through them. His heart was filled with anxiety and anticipation, hoping to once again join forces with the City Lord to confront the impending crisis.

Outside the grand and towering Demon Clan Hall, the remnants of the sunset slanted, mingling the golden glow with the dark ambiance inside, creating a strange and solemn scene. Yet, this tranquility was shattered by a sudden outcry, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to spread.

“What are you ranting about over there, doing whatever you please! This is the Great Hall, not a place for you to behave recklessly; the noise everywhere, what does this look like!” A commanding and slightly angry reprimand, thunderous like the roar in the Great Hall, approached the source of the noise. The speaker, adorned in elaborate Demon Race attire, tall and with hands clasped behind his back, walked steadily toward the source of the disturbance. His face wore displeasure, and his eyes conveyed a strict adherence to order and rules.

The person causing the commotion was none other than the City Lord’s former brother, the General of Spear Riders, Dickson Lindman. Covered in dust, it was clear he had come from afar hurriedly, his face filled with urgency and eagerness. Faced with this sudden reproach, he did not shrink back but held his head high, his voice tinged with resentment and stubbornness, “I have urgent military information to report, and if it causes delay in the Big Shot’s cultivation within, you would be unable to bear the responsibility! Even if you are a subordinate of the City Lord, you cannot block me so indiscriminately!”

Timothy, the guard of the Demon Clan Hall, with traditional Demon Race blood flowing through his veins, stood proud and dignified like the armor on his body, hard and cold. He gave Lindman a cold glance, a sneer of disdain curling at the corner of his mouth, “Humph, even if you were once the City Lord’s brother, haven’t you been relegated to a remote place now? Coming back unbidden is already a mistake, yet you still dare to run wild here! Do you think you are still the General of Spear Riders from back then?”

Lindman’s face darkened, a hint of pain and helplessness flashing in his eyes. He knew that his past experiences had become a joke among the Demon Race, but he had never given up on his pursuit of justice and his loyalty to the City Lord. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, “Timothy, I am not here to compete or fight, but there is urgent military information concerning the safety of the Demon Race that I need to report. If you continue to block me and delay this critical matter, the consequences are unimaginable!”

Timothy Daiziel was unmoved and shook his head coldly, “Hmph, what urgent military intelligence could be more important than the cultivation of the Big Shot inside? If you truly have an emergency, go ask for permission from the City Lord first, then come back. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being impolite!”

As the two were at an impasse, a deep and authoritative voice suddenly emanated from inside the hall, “Who is causing a commotion outside?” The voice seemed to carry endless power, causing everyone present to shudder.

Timothy’s expression changed slightly, and he quickly bowed deeply, “Reporting to the ancestor, it is… it is Dickson Lindman, the City Lord’s former brother. He says he has urgent military intelligence to report.”

As his words fell, the doors of the hall slowly opened, and a figure slowly emerged. The figure was tall and exuded an immense presence; it was the ancestor of the Demon Race. His gaze swept over Dickson Lindman and Timothy Daiziel, finally resting on Dickson, “Oh? Dickson, since you have urgent military intelligence, why didn’t you come directly to me? Didn’t you know that this is a crucial place for our Demon Race and we do not allow disturbances lightly?”

Upon hearing this, Dickson felt a chill in his heart and immediately knelt on the ground, “Ancestor, please see the truth, I truly had no other choice. Please allow me to explain the details.”

The ancestor slightly nodded, indicating for Dickson to stand up and speak. Meanwhile, Timothy secretly felt fortunate that he hadn’t rashly offended the people close to the ancestor. He stood quietly to the side, listening to Dickson report the military intelligence, but his heart could not help but feel a deep respect and admiration for the former General of Spear Riders.

In the dark and solemn atmosphere of the Demon Clan Hall, Timothy’s words were like sharp blades mercilessly stabbing at the former General of Spear Riders, Dickson Lindman. “What does being a former General of Spear Riders count for? In his eyes, it is nothing. And now he even dares to shout in the hall? If it caused a delay, even killing him would not make amends.” Timothy’s voice was cold and haughty, and his eyes were filled with disdain and contempt for Dickson.

Dickson, hearing this, felt his anger ignited instantly. He thought back to the years of humiliation and injustice he had suffered, the days when he was relegated to the remote areas and faced ostracism, and how he was still so belittled upon his return. His eyes seemed to spit fire, and his fists were tightly clenched, as if ready to strike and knock down Timothy at any moment.

“Timothy, do you realize what you are saying!” Dickson’s voice was low and forceful, each word seeming to carry an immense weight. His eyes revealed intense anger and unwillingness, but they also held a trace of helplessness and compromise. He knew well Timothy’s position and strength in the Demon Race and the tense and delicate relationship between the two. If he truly confronted Timothy head-on, it would likely end in a lose-lose situation.

Timothy, seeing Dickson struggling to contain his anger, couldn’t help feeling a sense of triumph. He knew his words had touched Dickson’s sore spot and had achieved the desired effect. However, just as he prepared to taunt Dickson a few more words, he suddenly noticed a determined look in Dickson’s eyes, as if he had made a certain decision.

“Timothy, although I, Dickson Lindman, may be in a low state now, I am not a soft persimmon ripe for the picking.” Dickson’s voice, though low, was filled with force, “I have returned this time with urgent military intelligence to report. If it is truly delayed because of your interference, both you and I will be to blame.”

Timothy, hearing this, couldn’t help but shiver. He realized that Dickson’s return was indeed not just for show, but to handle an important matter.