chapter 7 Please forgive me, Your Majesty

Perhaps, he encountered a master?
Yves's heart pounded.
He firmly believed that his spell was flawless.
In theory, this move should have temporarily controlled Martin, but why wasn't it working?
Yves cautiously reevaluated Martin.
At this moment, his gaze suddenly froze as he noticed a simple ring on Martin's finger. His scalp almost exploded.
The ring was adorned with silver dragon patterns, dimmed by age, inconspicuous. In the center of the dragon pattern was an engraved 'dragon' word!
Dragon Lord Ring!
This was the Dragon Lord Ring that only the supreme Dragon Lord in the world was qualified to wear!
Was this person the legendary Dragon Lord?
Yves's legs weakened, almost sitting on the ground.
"Master Xanders, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and subdue this person!"
Darreb, covering his bleeding forehead, angrily shouted.
"Shut up!"
Yves suddenly turned around and roared, then hastily bowed to Martin, sweating profusely. His voice trembled, "Mr. Jenkins, I was blind and offended you. Please forgive me."
"Weren't you planning to deal with me?"
Martin asked in confusion.
"How would I dare? I was just being foolish. I was blind."
Yves said with a forced smile, even slapping himself a few times, leaving the father and daughter from Willow's family stunned.
Was this the mysterious and profound Master Xanders of Yorksimvil?
"Dad, I told you! What geomancy spells! It's just a trick! This Master Xanders probably doesn't have any real skills. He's scared of Martin, so he doesn't dare to act! How embarrassing!"
Jennifer angrily exclaimed, glaring at Martin.
"Jennifer, your ignorance doesn't mean things don't exist! Don't use your lack of knowledge as a bragging point!" Martin calmly said.
"Martin, no matter how eloquent you are, you're just bluffing. Do you think I'll believe you?" Jennifer retorted coldly.
"Don't believe me?" Martin sneered, "Fine! I'll point out your family's major taboo! Let you all see!"
As he finished speaking, he suddenly stomped his foot.
As if something was shattered, a profound and ethereal atmosphere emerged.
Everything around Martin seemed to undergo a sublime transformation.
Suddenly, all the ethereal essence converged into the square table placed in the center of the living room.
In an instant, the square table shattered into pieces, and a wisp of blue smoke flew out from the cracks, disappearing.
Everyone shuddered.
"This is the pear wood square table Mr. Gordon gave me on my birthday!"
Darreb exclaimed.
"It seems Mr. Gordon harbors ill intentions toward your Willow Family! But for people like you, what's the use of good intentions? My master once helped your Willow Family rise! In return, you repay kindness with enmity! In that case, I'll reclaim the fortune bestowed upon your Willow Family by my master!"
Martin said coldly, stomping his foot again.
Whoosh!
The ethereal atmosphere within the villa vanished instantly, and everything seemed covered in desolation. Countless flowers and plants outside the villa withered as if the house had been transported to the end of the world.
With hands behind his back, Martin stood amid desolation, appearing like a deity.
The Willow Family father and daughter were dazed as if their souls had been shaken.
They didn't know exactly what had happened, but with Martin's two stomps, it felt like they had lost something, leaving an empty feeling in their hearts.
"A shock to the death! A thought startling the swan! The Venerable! It's The Venerable!"
Yves was in awe, his eyes burning, wishing to kneel and worship Martin immediately.
After a few seconds, the ethereal state dissipated.
The Willow Family father and daughter reluctantly emerged from their shock.
"What did you just do?"
Jennifer clenched her silver teeth, glaring at Martin, demanding an explanation.
"I just took back what my master gave to you."
"Hmph, playing tricks! Martin, you're just a minor figure from the mountains, what can you do with your little tricks? In this world, without power and influence, you'll never measure up to me!"
Jennifer defiantly shouted.
She couldn't figure out what happened, and it didn't seem to affect her, so she still refused to admit defeat.
"You're wrong! Jennifer, it's not that I can't measure up to you, but you can't measure up to me!"
"You have no idea how ignorant you are!"
Martin sneered, unwilling to engage in further conversation with the woman, and he walked away from the villa.
Yves hurriedly followed suit.
"Damn it!"
Jennifer, on the verge of going crazy, forcefully knocked over all the utensils on the coffee table.
On Darcy's side, there was no way to deal with Martin, and the sought-after Yves proved to be useless!
The proud Miss of the Willow Family had lost face in front of Martin!
How could she, who had always been arrogant, endure this?
"Jennifer, don't get angry! Martin is deliberately trying to provoke you! Even if he knows a few tricks, so what? It's just some smoke and mirrors. A person like him can only look up to you for a lifetime! Why bother caring about what he does?"
Darreb quickly consoled.
"You're right!"
Jennifer felt somewhat relieved, gritting her teeth. "But this matter isn't over! Since Yves is useless, then we'll use other means to deal with him! I must settle this score!"
"What happened to make our Miss Jennifer so angry?"
At this moment, Samuel, dressed in a suit with a large flat top, walked in with a smile.
"Samuel!"
Jennifer showed a pleased expression.
"Samuel! You're here?" Darreb smiled.
"Uncle, huh? What happened to you?" Samuel looked surprised, glancing at the injury on Darreb's forehead.
"Don't mention it!"
Darreb was somewhat annoyed and explained what had just happened.
"Such an ignorant person exists?"
Samuel frowned.
"Samuel! What about that table? Martin said there's a big taboo in the table you gave us, and he openly smashed it. It seemed like black smoke came out! What's going on?"
Jennifer pointed to the broken table and asked.
Samuel's face changed slightly, his eyes rolled, and he laughed, "It seems both of you were fooled by that guy named Martin!"
"Fooled?"
The father and daughter were puzzled.
"Yes, I believe it's not just Martin; there's also something wrong with that Master Yves!"
Samuel's eyes narrowed as he chuckled, "Yves is a recent arrival in Yorksimvil, right?"
Seems like it."
"That's right. Martin is also a recent arrival. Everything is probably a joint deception by Yves and Martin! The chandelier was likely tampered with by Yves. As for that table, it probably collapsed due to age, and the slight vibration caused it to fall apart. It's normal, nothing special," Samuel laughed.
"Your explanation makes sense! Earlier, when we wanted Yves to deal with Martin, he just stood there dumbfounded. Then he left without saying a word. He's probably gone to catch up with Martin!"
Darreb frowned.
"So, these two know each other!"
Jennifer snorted.
"Just some tricks from charlatans! Just a bit of smoke and mirrors to deceive people!"
Samuel chuckled. "Brayden!"
"Yes, Young Master!"
A tall man with an aura like a fierce beast emerged from the shadows.
The man's voice was deep, and his eyes gleamed with ferocity, appearing quite menacing.
"Offending Jennifer is the same as offending me! Go! Take a few men and bring Martin here!"
Samuel squinted.
"Yes!"
Brayden nodded and silently disappeared into the shadows.
Seeing this, Jennifer's displeasure lessened slightly.
"Samuel, thank you."
"Dare to make my little princess angry? Even if it's the emperor, I'd pluck a few of his beard hairs!" Samuel laughed heartily. He then said, "By the way, Jennifer, tomorrow night there's a banquet at the Jewel Tower hosted by the Ice Queen. I'm missing a companion, and I wonder if the beautiful princess would honor me by attending with me?"
"Ice Queen? The Ice Queen from the renowned Crudgington International in Yorksimvil?"
Jennifer stood up abruptly, her face filled with astonishment.
"Exactly!"
Samuel took out two invitations from his jacket pocket, smiling. "This kind of high-profile banquet is extremely rare and can only be attended by true Yorksimvil elites. Oh, Uncle, sorry, I only have two invitations, so I'm afraid I can't invite you."
"No problem, no problem. You two go. Yorksimvil is the world of you young people. It's beneficial for you to interact with these top figures!"
Darreb laughed heartily, feeling gratified.
Even the Willow Family, worth billions, couldn't secure an invitation. This indicated the high status of the banquet. Representing the Willow Family at such an event would significantly elevate their social standing.
"Samuel, I won't let you down!"
Jennifer was quite excited, her eyes filled with pride and satisfaction.
Compared to Samuel, what was Martin worth?
A person like Martin would never get close to an event of this caliber in his entire life.
"This is the difference between you and me, Martin! Regretting your marriage to me was always a wise decision."
Jennifer sneered inwardly.
As Martin left the Willow Family villa and stood by the roadside, preparing to hail a taxi.
"The Venerable! The Venerable, please wait!"
Yves ran up panting.
Martin was somewhat surprised, looking at him. "What? Are you still going to fight?"
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Yves suddenly knelt on the ground, bowing with clasped hands.
"I was blind and ignorant, not recognizing your true identity, offending your dignity! Please forgive me, The Venerable!"