The Legendary Man

Chapter 716

Outside Summerbank Airport, Jonathan hailed a taxi and headed straight for Xenhall.

An hour and a half later, he arrived at Xenhall and hopped off the taxi.

Jonathan hesitated as he gazed upon the familiar path and the old trees, memories flooding his mind.

Back when he nearly died, Shane and Lynn saved him.

Of course, the main reason he survived was Vladimir's life-saving pill, but he still had to repay their favor.

The last time I came here, there was a commotion at Mr. Chancer's funeral. Seeing that, I helped Lynn chase away those loan sharks before he could get buried. I promised to get her a job in the city but entered Summerbank Abyss to fight against Sofus, Vladimir, and the rest. After that, I got the life-saving pill and hurried back to Tayhaven to save Aunt Sophia. As a result, I forgot all about finding a job for Lynn. I'm back now, but I have to deliver the news of Sabino's death to her. They promised to spend the rest of their lives with each other, so Lynn had been waiting for Sabino's return. How do I break the sad news to her?

It was only a three-hundred-meter trek to the village, but Jonathan was still making his way there slowly ten minutes later.

I'll arrive at Lynn's house after turning this corner, but how should I deliver the news to her?

Jonathan stared at the bloodstained jade pendant in his palm and gritted his teeth silently.

Sabino, if I don't tell Lynn the truth about your death, she won't be aware of it and won't be heartbroken. But I know she'll keep on hoping for you to come back. What should I do? Should I deceive her by saying you're married with a child, or should I be honest and tell her that you have passed away so she can accept your death?

Gripping the jade pendant, he took a deep breath.

After using his spiritual energy to evaporate his tears, Jonathan made his way to the Chancer residence.

From afar, Jonathan noticed there were wreaths and flower arrangements outside the Chancer residence. Funeral music was playing as a group of people dressed in black apparel engaged in a heated discussion at the entrance.

Jonathan recognized these people as they ate together with him at the Chancer residence previously.

He couldn't forget how greedy they were.

Back then, he offered Lynn a bank card, but she declined. However, her relatives caused a commotion, fighting over it and asking to hold onto it for safekeeping.

If that hadn't happened, Jonathan wouldn't have offered to help Lynn get a job in a city.

Funeral music and wreaths...

Jonathan frowned at the sight before him.

Didn't Mr. Chancer get buried over a month ago? Why are there still people dressed in black today? Is this a unique tradition in Xenhall?

“What are you all doing? You usually come here only to get free medicine from Uncle Shane. You've never shown any concern for Uncle Shane and Lynn, so how dare you come here to demand a share of the house? Your behavior is truly reprehensible!” a tall young man in the crowd shouted indignantly.

He had barely finished his words when one woman standing beside him placed a hand on her hips and sneered, “Pfft! I can't believe you have the audacity to say that about us. You're calling them 'Uncle Shane' and 'Lynn' now, huh? What did you do back then?”

“That's right! You are a good-for-nothing who pried open your Uncle Shane's money box. How dare you claim the house belongs to you? Your behavior is deplorable. I'm Lynn's cousin, so I get the biggest share of this house!”

“F*ck off! You don't even share the same surname as Lynn!”

As the three of them fought, Jonathan came to them.

“What the h*ll is going on?” he demanded icily.

Jonathan's voice penetrated everyone's ears like a loud electric drill, leading to their sudden silence.

They covered their ears and scattered away to find a place to hide.

On the other hand, Lynn's tall cousin spun on his heels and cursed loudly, “D*mn it. Who the f*ck shouted so loudly? Don't you f*cking...”

His words were cut short at the sight of Jonathan. He flashed an ingratiating smile and exclaimed, “Ah, it's you, Mr. Goldstein. As a respected guest, why didn't you let me know of your arrival so I could give you a proper welcome?”

Hearing that, the rest cut in unhappily, “Ernest, who is this loud man? Did you hire him to help you out?”

“Of course not!” Ernest Chancer waved his hands hastily. “Mr. Goldstein can spend one million without batting an eyelid. He has far too much money to be interested in three houses and two acres of land. He's here to visit Lynn, so get out of his way!”

Hearing Ernest's words, the people dressed in black turned to look at Jonathan in surprise.

“Oh, I remember him! He showed up during Uncle Shane's funeral and helped Lynn chase away those loan sharks. I heard that he offered a bank card to Lynn.”

“Yes, that's him!” Ernest declared.

He shot Jonathan a flattering smile and said, “Mr. Goldstein, since you're here, it's only right that you pay your last respects to Lynn. Don't worry, for we're currently discussing how to make her funeral the grand event she deserves—”

Ernest was cut short as Jonathan held his throat and lifted him into the air.

“Who? Say it again. Who am I going to pay my last respects to?”

Ernest was over one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, but he was no match for Jonathan's strength. With ease, Jonathan lifted him off the ground, leaving the other onlookers shocked and pale with fear at his display of might.

“L-Lynn. Aren't you here to see her off?” Ernest choked out, his face flushed crimson red as Jonathan was strangling his neck.

Jonathan glanced around and noticed that all the eyes were trained on him in confusion.

His gaze landed on the wreath not far away, and he noticed Lynn's name on it.

Tossing Ernest aside, Jonathan leaped into the courtyard.