Chapter 1120 Protest


    “Mr. Ryker, I’ll definitely figure out how to heal him and help him achieve the rank of Martial Arts


    Marquis after the new year,” Derrell dered confidently.


    Ryker nodded in delight before instructing Godrick, who was standing beside them, “Godrick, fetch


    some water from the Dragon Spring for Master Derrell to take with him.”


    “Mr. Deragon, I’m afraid there’s barely enough left to fill a cup,” Godrick informed softly.


    “What? Why is there so little left?” Ryker questioned abruptly.


    “Mr. Deragon, ever since Mr. Edgar took thest batch of water, the Dragon Spring rarely produced


    any. Sometimes, we would only get a single drop over a couple of days,” Godrick exined.


    Despite responding with silence, Ryker had a grim look on his face.


    The Dragon Spring was a magic spring located in the garden of the Deragon residence. Back when the


    ancestors of the Deragons first established their home there, it was due to the presence of the magic


    spring which had crystal clear spring water flowing out of a beautifully carved dragon head.


    Subsequently, the spring was given the name “Dragon Spring.” The water that flowed from it could


    nourish one’s body and elevate one’s strength. It enabled the Deragons to expand their influence in


    Jadeborough within a short time before bing one of the most powerful families in the city.


    However, the water that flowed from the Dragon Spring gradually decreased with time, to the extent of


    only producing a single drop over the span of a few days.


    The phenomenon reminded Ryker of a legend within the Deragon family which prophesized that the


    day the Dragon Spring ran dry was the day the Deragons were destroyed.


    Now that the water supply from the spring was markedly reduced, a sense of dread descended upon


    Ryker.


    He believed that there was some truth to it even though it was just a legend.


    “Mr. Ryker, there’s no need to worry, as I can still heal Edgar without the water from the Dragon


    Spring,” Derrell reassured Ryker upon noticing the grave look on thetter’s face.


    He couldn’t have known that Ryker was worried about the fate of the Deragons instead of Edgar’s


    health.


    Meanwhile, in the Jadeborough Department of Justice, Yamato was seated in a chair with an


    exasperated look on his face.


    In the main seat was Mr. Sanders.


    “Mr. Sanders, I would like to strongly protest against the torture of the Jetroinian samurais. Jared is


    nothing but an animal,” Yamato roared, mming the table in front of him.


    Mr. Sanders responded with a faint smile, utterly unfazed by Yamato’s outcry.


    “Mr. Namura, since you im that they are samurais from Jetroina, can you please show me the visas


    granted to them for entry? Even though Chanaea is a hospitable nation, we still forbid anyone from


    entering without permission. If you’re unable to provide me with their visas, I’ll have to treat them as


    spies who have secretly infiltrated our nation. In such an event, I’ll have to demand an exnation from


    you instead.”


    Yamato was stumped by Mr. Sanders’ words.


    After looking at the pictures on the forum, he stormed into Mr. Sander’s office by impulse and forgot


    that the samurais had entered the country illegally.


    “Mr. Sanders, since the men are no longer recognizable, I’m still not certain that they are Jetroinian


    samurais. Let me further investigate the matter before Ie back to you.”


    Having lost his earlier bravado, Yamato cracked a sheepish smile.


    The matter would blow up if the samurais were confirmed to be spies.


    “I’ll be waiting for your exnation then.”


    A slight smirk hung across Mr. Sanders’ face.


    After wiping the cold sweat off his brow, Yamato slipped away dejectedly.


    “This guy has just shot himself in the foot.”


    Watching Yamato’s pitiful silhouette leave, Theodore burst intoughter.


    Unfortunately, Mr. Sanders didn’t share his humor.


    “Theodore, not only are Jared’s actions cruel, but he also broadcast it to the public, which is detrimental


    to his reputation. If he continues to stick his head out this way, he will only invite unwanted attention.


    Thus, you had better advise him to tone it down,” Mr. Sanders instructed with an icy tone.


    “Understood.”


    Sensing Mr. Sanders’ displeasure, Theodore was so frightened that his legs began to shiver.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.