chapter 10 Dragon's Corpse

"What did you say? You insolent fool! How dare you curse the Sampson family?"


The butler became furious. Everyone who came to the Sampson family was polite and respectful. He had never seen such an arrogant fellow before.


He was about to call for someone to teach Martin a lesson.


"Mr. Shaw, please calm down!"


Christopher's face turned pale. He quickly tried to smooth things over with a smile. "Mr. Jenkins is still young and outspoken. Please don't take it to heart. Calm down!"


Christopher might be a doctor, but he had seen a lot in his years. For a prominent family like the Sampson family, even if Martin were to be killed or crippled, no one in Yorksimvil would dare to interfere.


The butler slightly calmed his anger.


Unexpectedly, Martin spoke up again. "I'm not cursing your Sampson family. I'm stating a fact. I kindly reminded you, and this is how you repay me?"


"You little bastard! You... you're asking for it!"


This time, the butler became completely enraged. Ignoring Christopher's pleas, he immediately ordered his men to seize Martin.


Christopher was at his wits' end.


He had seen foolish people before, but never someone as foolish as Martin.


"Stop!"


Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control, a calm voice called out.


In the corridor, an old man in a wheelchair was being pushed toward them.


The old man looked nearly seventy, with white hair and a pale, haggard face. He was wrapped in a blanket and occasionally coughed. Despite his sickly appearance, he exuded a dignified and noble aura.


It was an aura that only those who had held high positions for a long time possessed.


"Master, why are you out here? It's windy outside. You should go inside and rest!" The butler hurriedly approached and attended to him with concern.


"Who told you to treat guests this way?" The old man's cloudy eyes scanned the butler as he said calmly.


"I was wrong." The butler hastily lowered his head.


The old man turned his gaze to Martin. "Young man, you say that this artificial mountain will cause my Sampson family never to know peace? Do you know its origin?"


"I do not, but I'm willing to listen." Martin shook his head.


"Hundreds of years ago, this artificial mountain was bestowed upon my Sampson family by the royal family as a heirloom! It is said that a dragon resides within this mountain! With this mountain, our Sampson family can prosper and thrive! It is precisely because we have this mountain that our Sampson family is as prosperous as it is today. Do you understand?"


As the old man spoke, his cloudy eyes focused on the artificial mountain, gradually becoming entranced.


"What you say is true; this mountain carries the luck of a dragon, and indeed, a dragon resides within this mountain! If it had been in the past, it could have brought good fortune to your Sampson family! However, this dragon is already dead." Martin said as he touched the artificial mountain.


"What?" The old man frowned.


Everyone around them was also startled.


"Mr. Jenkins, don't speak nonsense! Be careful with your words!" Christopher was on the verge of tears from Martin's recklessness.


How could he say such things?


The young were indeed fearless.


"You fool! Spouting nonsense? I'll cut your tongue out!" Someone from the Sampson family rolled up his sleeves, ready to charge at Martin.


However, the old man raised his hand, signaling for him to remain calm.


"Young man, what is your name?" the old man asked with a frown.


"My name is Martin Jenkins."


"Martin Jenkins, is it? Why do you claim that the dragon within the artificial mountain is dead? I want you to provide evidence. If you can, I won't hold you accountable. However, if you cannot, you must bear the consequences of your words. Don't blame me for being petty. Insulting me is one thing, but this artifact was passed down from our ancestors and cannot be dishonored. I hope you understand." The old man spoke solemnly, his expression grave.


Martin smiled faintly. "Do I really need to provide evidence? Isn't it all laid out before you?"


"What do you mean?" The old man looked puzzled.


Martin pointed at the old man's legs and said calmly, "If the dragon within the artificial mountain were alive, how would you have contracted this strange illness? If the dragon within the artificial mountain were alive, why would the Sampson family move to Yorksimvil? Doesn't this all imply that your Sampson family is on a decline? If my assumptions are correct, your strange illness appeared when your career came to a halt, didn't it?"


As Martin spoke, the old man's breath hitched.


Everyone else found his words inconceivable.


Since David Sampson's retirement and the Sampson family's relocation to Yorksimvil, everything had gone awry. Although they still commanded great influence, and outsiders didn't dare to provoke them, their downfall was inevitable.


David's aged eyes revealed his shock as he stretched out his hands to support himself on the wheelchair, astonishingly standing up with a trembling effort.


"Master, what are you doing? Please sit down quickly!" the butler urged him hastily.


"Quickly, help me up..." David insisted anxiously.


The butler didn't dare disobey, helping David out of the wheelchair.


He arduously took a few steps forward before astonishingly bowing respectfully to Martin.


"Sir, please forgive me. I've offended you."


"Sir, you're too kind. Please sit down quickly. Your body is weak and can't get cold." Martin quickly helped David back into the wheelchair.


However, David held onto Martin's hand with an earnest expression. "Everything you said is true. The Sampson family has faced difficulties in recent years, and I'm suffering from a terminal illness. Please help us, sir! If you're willing to aid the Sampson family, we'll do anything for you!"


David had dedicated his entire life to the Sampson family. He wasn't afraid of death, but if he died, the Sampson family would truly be finished.


Martin glanced at the artificial mountain with a faint smile. "Resolving the Sampson family's predicament is simple, but I'm afraid you won't agree."


"What do you mean, sir? If you're willing to help me, how could I refuse? Please feel free to instruct me, and I will definitely follow through without hesitation!" David immediately said.


"In that case, please ask someone to prepare a saw, apply honey water with wormwood to wrap the saw blade, and then I will cut open this artificial mountain! By removing the dragon's corpse from within, the Sampson family's predicament can be resolved!" Martin explained.


"What? Cut open the artificial mountain?"


Everyone from the Sampson family turned pale.




"Mr. Jenkins! This is an heirloom passed down by our ancestors! Are you asking us to destroy our cherished family treasure?"


"This is absolutely impossible!"


"Wouldn't this make us disloyal and unfilial?"


"We can't allow this!"


Everyone vehemently opposed the idea.


However, David suddenly commanded, "Follow Mr. Jenkins' instructions immediately!"


"Master..."


"No way! Our decline over the years has been strange, and perhaps the only reason we haven't completely fallen is that the family treasure passed down by our ancestors is protecting us. Grandpa, please think carefully."


"Yes, Dad, he must have been sent by our enemies to destroy the last hope of the Sampson family. Seize him! We can't let this person who wants to harm us go."


In an instant, those gathered around David began discussing loudly, bringing up various dark speculations.


Faced with the possibility of destroying the family heirloom passed down by their ancestors, everyone was worried about the family's future.


"What? Am I too old to have a say in this matter now?" David's face turned cold, and he scolded them angrily.


Martin's expression remained indifferent as he watched the commotion around him, offering neither explanation nor persuasion.