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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1052

With any luck, that would greatly increase his chances of finally being able to find Mila and his uncle again!

Moved by the realization that there was a higher chance that he would be able to reunite with his girlfriend, Gerald

then asked, “…So, about the wooden token-”

Gerald’s sentence ended prematurely since he noticed that Kort was smirking instead of displaying his fearful

expression just seconds ago. However, the realization had come a second too late since the next thing Gerald

knew, there were already two beads in Kort’s right hand!

Before anyone could make a move, Kort tossed the two beads at Gerald and Daryl’s feet, causing the beads to

explode with ear-shattering loudness!

Taking advantage of the chaos, Kort then made his escape!

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“That scoundrel of an old man truly is as cunning as they say! Send people in pursuit of him, Welson! Don’t let him

escape!” shouted Daryl as the Soul Palace subordinates immediately obeyed.

“It’s useless to do so, sir! While he’s known for both his cunningness and strength, his greatest skill is his ability to

make himself lighter! Even Christopher has praised his adeptness with that skill! No matter the situation, once he’s

made his escape, it’s extremely difficult to re-capture him due to how stealthy he is,” said Parker as he took a step

forward while shaking his head.

With an apologetic look on his face, Gerald added, “It’s my fault, grandpa… My mind wandered for a bit the

moment he mentioned Mila and uncle just know… Leave it to me, I’ll get him back!”

Though he knew that Gerald regretted his lack of concentration on the enemy, Daryl simply raised his hand before

replying, “No, it’s better if we don’t press a cornered enemy too far… Even if he gets away this time, we’ll catch

him again sooner or later. If my guess is correct, he should be returning to the Moldell manor now. After all, I’m

sure he’s well aware that only Christopher is capable of saving him now! Until we go after them again, try not to be

too anxious, Gerald.”

Hearing that, Gerald simply clenched his fists before nodding slightly in defeat.

“Christopher… Kort…” muttered Daryl to himself at the moment.

After a brief silence, Daryl seemed to recall something, thus he added, “Come with me, Gerald. You and the others

should come along as well, Dylan.”

Meanwhile, Kort himself was running as swift as an arrow. As Parker had said, Kort’s ability to make himself lighter

truly increased his speed tremendously.

However, Kort was still severely injured from his fight against Gerald. Despite that, he continued rushing back to the

Moldell manor in Yanken, refusing to stop moving his legs till he reached his destination.

Soon enough, the next dawn came, and with loud ‘flop’ Kort knelt as he wept with grief in front of the secluded

courtyard within the Moldell manor that was located near the back of a mountain.

Catching his breath, Kort then cried out, “I, Kort, am an ungrateful descendant of the Moldell family! I kneel here

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today to beg my third uncle to meet me! I have some urgent issues to report to you!”

With that, Kort bowed deeply, his forehead touching the ground.

Since nobody replied even after some time passed, Kort simply lifted his head before pushing his forehead deeper

into the ground, making sure to make a louder sound.

Despite that, there was still no reply.

After a few more bows, Kort’s head was already bleeding. Understanding that what he was doing was futile, Kort

finally got up before saying, “…I see you’re reluctant to meet me, uncle… Does that mean that I won’t ever be able

to avenge my two children, even on my dying bed? With or without your help, I’m heading over to the Soul Palace

to fight both Daryl and his grandson with all I have! At the very least, I’ll die and protect the honor of our family

that’s existed for over a thousand years!”

“…Hold on a minute… That name… Did you say Daryl from the Soul Palace…?” said an old voice out of the blue

from within the courtyard.

Eyes-widened, Kort watched as the cobweb-covered door to the room he was bowing in front of slowly creaked

open.

Out stepped a trembling old man who had snowy-white hair and a body that was all skin and bones.

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