Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 1930

Chapter 1930: Chapter 1930: Tearing off the Facade_1 Chapter 1930: Chapter 1930: Tearing off the Facade_1 Marc Fraley nodded slightly: “Yes, it is the Lord of Medicine God Pavilion.”

Ethan Smith was immediately excited at heart, for the Pavilion Master had helped him countless times when he was still on Earth. But after arriving in the Holy Region, there had been no news about her.

Unexpectedly, to hear news about the Pavilion Master today!

Ethan Smith hurriedly looked at Marc Fraley and asked, “Where is the Pavilion Master now? When have you ever seen her?”

“Hahahahaha!” Seeing Ethan Smith's excited expression, Marc Fraley couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He waved his hand and said, “Calm down, I haven't seen her myself. I've only requested medicine from her. This elixir is not mine; it was bestowed upon me by the Wilson family.”

“As for her whereabouts, if I'm not mistaken, she should be at the Alchemist Association, which is the largest and most authoritative gathering place for alchemists in the entire Holy Region.”

Hearing this, Ethan Smith couldn't wait to get on his feet and head to the Alchemist Association.

Unfortunately, Marc Fraley stopped him and shook his head: “You won't be able to see her if you go now. The Alchemist Association does not see outsiders easily.”

“She will definitely see me,” Ethan Smith said.

Marc Fraley responded, “She can see you, but it would definitely violate the rules of the Alchemist Association. Why bother?”

Ethan Smith paused for a moment and immediately calmed down.

He sat down again and asked solemnly, “How can I see her then?”

“Don't worry, I'll think of a way for you in a few days.” Marc Fraley pretended to pat Ethan Smith's shoulder, smiling as he spoke.

Ethan Smith took a deep breath and immediately bowed his hand in gratitude: “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” Marc Fraley said. “Today, I brought two bottles of fine wine. Let's drink and chat together.”

Ethan Smith didn't refuse again, and the two drank together all night.

Fortunately, Ethan Smith could hold his liquor and didn't lose his senses due to alcohol.

After drinking, Marc Fraley left.

In the following days, Ethan Smith decided to cultivate quietly and wait for the ore.

As long as he obtained the ore, he would have a way to forge a Saint Weapon.

With a Saint Weapon in hand, while not invincible in the world, at least it served as a guarantee.

Of course, besides concentrating on cultivation, Ethan Smith was also secretly planning and scheming, so as not to be tricked by Marc Fraley.

In his mind, he had countless techniques, and under several days of searching, Ethan Smith quickly found one.

Several days passed.

One day, Marc Fraley suddenly came to Ethan Smith's residence.

Grinning, he said, “Are you getting used to being here?”

Ethan Smith casually said, “Not bad, but… how much longer do I have to stay here?”

Marc Fraley laughed heartily, “The ores have been almost mined out. Tomorrow, tomorrow you will go to the mine with me.”

Ethan Smith breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Alright.”

The next day.

Ethan Smith followed Marc Fraley to the mine, and as expected, there were many more cultivators at the mine.

Pointing to the mine, Marc Fraley said, “These cultivators are villagers from nearby, so the mining is a bit slow.”

Ethan Smith responded with a word of understanding. He swept his gaze across the mine and indeed saw many ores harvested and carried by various tools.

“Wait a moment, and I'll send someone to take these ores back for us to divide,” Marc Fraley laughed.

Ethan Smith didn't say much more, as he had no say in the matter and could only accept their arrangement.

After a short while, Ethan Smith followed Marc Fraley to the Military and Political Affairs Office.

On the way, Marc Fraley's expression was somewhat strange, as if he was holding back some strong emotions.

When they arrived back at the Military and Political Affairs Office, Marc Fraley poured a cup of tea for Ethan Smith and then instructed the general-in-chief, “Take care of those ores properly and don't let there be any accidents.”

The general-in-chief nodded, “Rest assured, I have arranged everything, and there will be no mistakes.”

Ethan Smith's brows furrowed slightly.

The conversation between the two seemed a bit strange, as if they were speaking in code.

Marc Fraley took a sip of his tea and then smiled lightly, “Ethan Smith, after getting these ores, where do you plan on going? You don't want to go to the Taylor family, do you?”

“Why would I go to the Taylor family?” Ethan Smith asked, looking up.

Marc Fraley smiled lightly, “That's true. There's no use going to the Taylor family now anyway.”

In the next instant, Marc Fraley changed the topic, “Do you remember, we fought bitterly for Emily Taylor's bloodline back then? It lasted for a long time. To be honest, I'm curious, knowing the uniqueness of Emily Taylor's bloodline, why didn't you settle things between you and her earlier?”

Ethan Smith didn't make a sound, just raised his head to look at Marc Fraley.

Surprised, Marc Fraley asked, “Ethan Smith, you two didn't already…”

“Of course not,” Ethan Smith shook his head.

“What a pity,” Marc Fraley shook his head as he stood up and sighed, “Then I'm afraid you won't have the chance anymore.”

In just an instant, there was a change in Marc Fraley's tone.

Sharp as he was, Ethan Smith realized the problem and retorted with a hint of impatience, “Marc Fraley, you still haven't changed your habit of making baseless conclusions.”

“Hahahaha!” Marc Fraley burst into laughter. At this moment, he suddenly flipped the tea table in front of him and stared at Ethan Smith coldly.

Ethan Smith raised his eyebrows, “What are you doing? Why flip the tea table? Losing your temper in front of old friends isn't a good thing, is it?”

Marc Fraley dropped all pretenses, his eyes filled with anger as he gritted his teeth and said, “Old friends? You're not worthy! Ethan Smith, do you think I will let you go? To be honest, even if you came to the Holy Region, you'll always be the lowly piece of trash I despise!”

Ethan Smith sneered, “You finally spoke your mind. Unfortunately, the lowly piece of trash you despise in your heart crippled your cultivation and even made you have nightmares.”

“Shut up!” Marc Fraley burst into anger, “Ethan Smith, you won't escape today! I'll tell you, your relationship with Emily Taylor has already been reported to the Wilson family. What do you think of that?”

Ethan Smith slowly got up and said, “If I want to leave, you can't stop me.”

“I can't stop you, but do you think I'll stop you alone?” Marc Fraley sneered.

As he spoke, the magical artifacts in every corner of the Military and Political Affairs Office began to flicker and emit an oppressive aura.

At this time, the main entrance was also pushed open, and several cultivators entered with magical artifacts in hand!

They stood in two rows, as if they were receiving someone.

Soon, two people walked in. The first was the general-in-chief, while the other was a member of the Wilson family!

To Ethan Smith's shock, it turned out to be a Semi-Saint!