Chapter 663: Jas Arrival At The Central Continent Part 2
Another week passed, and Jas finally arrived on the outskirts of the Tower of Babylon. They were supposed to arrive a few days ago, but they got delayed because Jas decided to gather so information along the way.
Just as he expected, everyone now knew the na "William Von Ainsworth" and it made the old man very happy.
For Jas, having his family na recognized gave him bragging rights, which his old friends hated the most. Whenever Jas would start to brag at them, they would imdiately ignore him like he didn't exist.
Naturally, the old coot knew this too, but he didn't care. The more he heard people praise William, the more he felt that his grandson inherited his aweso genes, which had led to the conquest of the Tower of Babylon.
After arriving at the City of Babylon, the first thing Jas did was to go to the main square where countless rchants gathered to sell their wares. He thought that this was the perfect place to put his plan into action, which would allow him to get a better understanding of the current situation.
Vlad who was walking beside him had a bad feeling because Jas was smiling. It was the smile that Jas usually wore when he was about to start scamming people of their hard earned money.
The mont the old coot stepped at the center of the Plaza, he imdiately raised his head in arrogance and shouted like a madman.
"I am William Von Ainsworth's Grandfather!" Jas shouted. "Can soone tell where I can find my grandson?"
The people in the plaza imdiately locked their eyes on Jas. So of them were wondering if he was just playing a prank, or was he telling the truth.
Right now, William was a hot commodity. Everyone wanted to gather information about him, but only the top dogs of the Central Continent know his true background.
Jas shouted four more tis before sitting on the edge of the fountain at the center of the Plaza. He crossed his arms over his chest and had a smug expression on his face.
Vlad who saw this sighed internally. As Jas' close friend, he already understood what the old man was planning to do. Since that was the case, the Demigod of the Southern Continent just stood his ground and waited for the show to start.
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News spread fast in the City of Babylon, especially if the news was very important. An hour after Jas had made his announcent, the various Ex-Ruling Families of the Tower of Babylon imdiately conducted a high-level eting.
For them, this was a good chance to once again regain their forr glory and use the current situation to their advantage.
"Are you sure that this news is confird?" Waltier, the Patriarch of the Agnis Family, inquired.
The patriarch of the Valkazar Family, Hexxat, nodded his head. "It is confird. The one who declared that he was William's grandfather is still at the Plaza as we speak. My n are keeping watch over him and will alert us right away if he makes a move."
The patriarch's glanced at each other and nodded their heads in agreent.
"Let's capture him first and ask questions later," Janos, Patriarch of the Moreau Family, proposed. "We should hurry before he escapes our grasp."
Damon, of the Amaral Family, smiled evilly as he eyed his compatriots. "I have already sent my people to invite the old man to our residence. I am planning to host a feast in his honor. You guys should co later."
"A feast is it? Sounds good. Count in!"
"I'm going too. I would like to see just what kind of man this grandfather is."
"Yes. Perhaps we can talk so sense into him and use him as a middle-man to negotiate with his grandson, what do you guys think?"
"It will be better if we just use him as a hostage. With all of us banding together, I am sure that bastard William will have no choice but to listen to our demands."
"I agree with this plan."
"I, too, support this plan."
The Patriarch's voted unanimously and left the eting with smiles on their faces. For them, as long as Jas' identity was true, William would have no choice but to cooperate with them. Of course, they were also willing to compromise with the Half-Elf. For them, as long as they could regain control of their respective floors, apologizing and paying compensation could be negotiated.
Back at the Plaza, Jas was approached by several n and won with friendly smiles on their faces.
"We are here to formally invite you, esteed Sir, to the residence of my Master," the right hand man of one of the Patriarch's said. "We planned to host a feast to honor you and your grandson's accomplishnt in the Tower of Babylon.
"My Master is looking forward to having a good relationship with you, and will cater to your every need while you stay here in the City of Babylon."
Jas laughed in a friendly manner and patted the man's shoulder.
"Since you have invited on bended knees, it will be impolite of to reject," Jas replied. "I will allow you to guide my esteed self to your residence. Also, I am very picky with food. Do you have seafood? It has been a while since I've eaten any of it."
The corner of the subordinate's lips twitched when he heard Jas reply.
Invited on bended knees? Dafuk? Since when did I bend my knees to you? Are you getting senile old man?
The subordinate had no choice but to smile and allow the old man to say whatever he wanted to say. His duty was to bring Jas to his Master's residence, and he didn't care what thod he used to do that.
Jas and Vlad followed behind the group of people in silence. They would glance here and there, with veiled excitent on their faces. This earned them the contempt of the people that were guiding them. All these people had labeled Jas and Vlad as country bumpkins who were seeing the big city for the first ti.
They knew from experience that country bumpkins were gullible people. These were the people who would even help their sellers count the money that was used to buy them, due to their lack of common sense.
Deep inside, Jas was chuckling evilly. His plan was very simple. He would first weed out those who had bad intentions against his grandson before climbing the tower to find him.
The only thing on their minds was the thod of coercing William to return what had belonged to them. This was the confidence of the ignorant, who had long been used to having their way, and bossing people around.
If the Ex-Ruling Families only knew that they were inviting a rascal into their den, all of them would definitely not approve of their plan to invite Jas to their residence.
They would rather keep what little wealth they had saved up in the tower than have it personally delivered to the old scamr's hands, who coveted any form of treasure.
Sadly they didn't know, which marked the complete and utter downfall of the once powerful families, who had conquered the floors of the tower of Babylon thousands of years ago.
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