Divine Emperor of Death

Davis made it to the eleventh floor. There were several auspicious decorations as well as a few instructions on how to stand in the queue.

Obviously, because Brandis Mercer was a King Grade Alchemist, he had a plethora of customers who were willing to commission him to make pills, and in reality, he saw many people entering his palace full of King Grade Alchemists have regular customers visiting them to obtain pills or merchants appearing to make a profit by buying those pills at a lesser price before selling them in other regions at a greater price.

He turned around to look at the entrance and saw that the pathway was filled with people.

His face instantly became annoyed, but the mask hid his expression.

He felt like he couldn't waste time, so he began to walk, bypassing the queue.

However, a hand appeared in front of him, blocking his path suddenly.

Davis looked to the side and saw the last person to stand in the queue have an amused smile on his face.

"Can't you read the instructions posted over the wall? Stand behind me a meter away and wait for your turn..."

The man then took his hand away, not bothering about the masked man anymore.

Davis felt really reluctant that this person wasn't arrogant, or else he could've beaten him up. He inwardly sighed as he didn't want to be the one making trouble. That went against his ways in how he did things. Nevertheless, he still had to bypass the line as he didn't think of having to wait, so he extended his hand, and a head-sized transparent, colorless stone appeared in his palm, instantly releasing a rich aura that uproariously caught the attention of the people in the queue.

"!!!"

Everyone's eyes became filled with greed at this point.

A Peak-Level Spirit Stone!!!

"It's for me...?" The man who blocked Davis gulped as he asked in a hesitating manner.

Davis simply nodded his head, upon which the man instantly took the Peak-Level Spirit Stone from his hand and left as if he was afraid that other people would rob it from him!

Indeed, a few people's eyes darted around, looking as if they were plotting a scheme.

"Ah! I just remembered that I have to get my kid from Alchemy Class... I have to go..."

"Same, but I have to get my son from the Blacksmithing Class!!!"

"Uhh... I have to get my wife from the Thousand Charm Palace..."

Saying a few lines, many people left, but Davis's face was filled with black lines as he heard the last sentence. The other reasons were also lame, but this one went way overboard, that some people ended up laughing, pointing hands at the one who said that.

Obviously, from the name, it was a high-class luxury brothel.

Nevertheless, Davis looked at the queue that had lessened more than forty percent.

He began to walk, and whoever blocked his path, he gave a Peak-Level Spirit Stone, and a few people ended up deciding to leave the queue to follow and steal from them, but then after these people left, the ones still in the queue realized that this masked person was giving out a single Peak-Level Spirit Stone to everyone who let him pass the queue.

They didn't choose to rob anymore but stayed their minds, eagerly waiting for the masked man to pass by them. Once they got the Peak-Level Spirit Stone in their hands, they even began singing praises, asserting that he was a generous and magnanimous man.

The ones who did not also begin to sing praises, looking at him with a greedy light in their eyes.

Davis had given out twenty Peak-Level Spirit Stones so far, bribing his way in until he reached the first person in the queue. Once again, perhaps for the last time, he reached out his hand, and a Peak-Level Spirit Stone appeared.

It was a man with shrewd eyes and an ugly smile, looking as if he were a merchant. He lightly shook his head, raising his hand before extending two fingers.

Two Peak-Level Spirit Stones?

Everyone thought at that moment. However, they could see the masked man moving his other hand from rest.

Their eyes were becoming red, thinking that he was going to give that merchant two Peak-Level Spirit Stones when a resounding sound echoed like thunder!

*PahhhH!~~~*

The merchant took a few steps back in retreat as he held his right cheek in disbelief, feeling that a dull red print had formed over his face. The next second, his expression became ugly as he pointed at the masked man.

"You! Do you know who you have messed with!?"

Davis moved his hand again from rest, and the merchant flinched in retreat, but he stopped and saw that the masked man now held two Peak-Level Spirit Stones in his hand.

The merchant's expression became so ugly when he realized that the additional spirit stone was the compensation for slapping him. However, feeling his greed increase, his eyes began to dart around before he reached out his hand and grabbed both spirit stones, looking at Davis with a solemn expression on his face.

"You'll regret this...!" He spat out from his mouth before he turned around and left, not able to withstand the humiliation after his greed was satisfied.

However, everyone shot a look of disgust at him.

Huh, if he was really a man who dared to let out threats, then why take the two Peak-Level Spirit Stones instead of one?

"What a coward..."

The second-in-line uttered as if wanting to praise the masked man, but as usual, Davis paid no heed as he entered the business hall.

He felt so relieved as if his stress had flown away when he slapped that person. He knew that he was wasting Peak-Level Spirit Stones, but he didn't want to be the aggressor as long as there wasn't an important reason for it. That was the price he had to pay to easily get his way. All that took him was two minutes, and he didn't regret it but still felt annoyed by wasting wealth. However, the slap he gave that ugly merchant made up for all of it.

Davis felt like if people demanded a Peak-Level Spirit Stone so that he could freely slap them without consequences, he felt that he might really do it every time!

He felt like slapping people became an addiction to him. He could feel every time he did that, it put people really in their place, making them humiliated and shameful while it boosted his own ego and pride.

However, he felt that people wouldn't really let go of their pride for a single Peak-Level Spirit Stone.

Contrary to his expectations, there were actually a few people in the queue who thought of earning a Peak-Level Spirit Stone by having the masked man slap them. Nevertheless, before they could even decide, he entered the hall.

At this moment, a person blocked his path.

"Esteemed customer. I have to apologize because the quota of people that Alchemist Brandis Mercer would allow entering today has already reached the limit."

A young boy, seemingly fourteen years old, stood in front of him and bowed down to his chest, causing Davis to blink and stay his hand. At this moment, he really felt like slapping the person off before arbitrarily entering as he felt that he was being played by even the servant working here to gain more spirit stones, but then, since it was a little boy, he hesitated.

Would a little boy have the guts to lie? Furthermore, it looked like the young boy was trembling, heaving for breath as if he just ran here in full speed to come and tell him, a customer.

Davis thought for a moment before he nodded his head, "Fine, just say that I have something to personally talk to him. It's not about pills or business. It's urgent..."

"Oh," The young boy raised his head, looking relieved, "In that case, please wait here in the hall, over there..."

Davis looked at the sofa and walked over before being seated. He waited for two more minutes before a customer left. The little boy quickly came over to invite him to another room where a man with lush black hair and a youthful countenance waited for him. He wore an alchemist robe with seven stars, the seventh star being awfully dull, representing his Low-Level King Grade Alchemist status.

However, the moment he saw Davis, he frowned.

"State your business..." Brandis Mercer gestured for Davis to be seated.

Davis sat opposite him while the servant boy left the room.

"Let me be straightforward. I want to meet Tina Roxley..." Davis opened his mouth.

Brandis Mercer's expression became annoyed, quickly reaching a conclusion.

"Are you one of those famous young masters present here in this city? Rayder? Hank? Yoran? At least, it must be one of you. I have no idea why you're masked, but my brother and I had enough of you youngsters and senile yet rich foggies wanting to marry my daughter."

His expression became icy, "Please step out of this place while I'm still receptive..."

"So you adopted her?" Davis blinked, but the masked blocked his expression.

Nevertheless, Brandis Mercer became astonished before he reacted, "How do you know that? Who are you?"

He quickly realized that the other party knew about their history from the Xuan Empire, but the thing was that he hadn't said anything about Tina Roxley's past to the people here. For all they knew, she was his daughter.

"If you want to know that, let me see Tina Roxley. I have something to ask her, and I'm not interested in marrying her, nor am I one of those young masters or rich, old foggies."

Davis spoke in a calm tone, causing Brandis Mercer's face to become complicated.

Brandis Mercer didn't know what to think of this person. He pondered for a moment before he asked, "Why do you want to meet my daughter then?"

"To know about something, which you don't need to know..."

"I doubt my daughter knows something which I don't..."

"Children end up growing rather fast..." Davis smiled.

Brandis Mercer's expression became amused before he asked, "Then swear that you won't harm Tina Roxley..."

"I can't do that..." Davis replied, causing Brandis Mercer's expression to freeze.

*Creak!~*

At this moment, the door was forced upon, and a woman entered the room, her expression looking icy as she saw the black-haired masked man before his gaze fell on Brandis Mercer.

"Father, why are you entertaining someone like this person? Last month, these people dared to kidnap my little sister Rina on the trade plaza, and now, they actually came with their faces masked as if they are afraid that I'm going to kill them for showing their faces. If it weren't for uncle, I really would've lost my little sister!"

"Now, they are even more presumptuous, daring to step into our home to demand me!?"