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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1171

With that said, Hendrik ordered for Gerald to be arrested.

Not long after, Gerald found himself within a secret room with Hendrik.

“Tell me, Gerald… Are you aware of any secret techniques to get rid of ancient witchcraft…?” asked Hendrik coldly.

“Secret techniques? Now why would I know anything of the sort! After all, such techniques are only taught to those

within the Holy Witchcraft, no?” replied Gerald rather casually as he turned to look at Hendrik.

“You’d best stop putting on an act before me, you brat! I’ll admit that I used a secret ancient witchcraft technique

on Chester’s body long ago… That particular witchcraft poisons a person’s heart, making them act in eccentric,

unreasonable, and extreme ways! After a long period of time, said person would eventually die from insanity! I was

lucky to have come across such an ancient technique, you know? Regardless, when I saw Chester again earlier, the

witchcraft I had placed upon him seemed to have been lifted! While he was able to regain his consciousness, I’m

glad that old woman still killed him with a single blow! Otherwise, all my plans would’ve been for nothing!” growled

Hendrik as he glowered at Gerald.

Grabbing Gerald by his collar, he then added, “Now hurry up and spit out the truth! If it wasn’t you, then is there

anyone else among you who’s proficient in ancient secret techniques?!”

In truth, Gerald had noticed something odd about Chester back when he had just cornered him in the woods. After

using his mind-reading ability on Chester, he realized that Chester wasn’t actually a person with bad character. In

contrast, he seemed to be constantly repenting and confessing his sins!

Simultaneously, Gerald also noticed an inner demon within him that wished to simply act uncontrollably.

Something just didn’t feel quite right about that. After all, while childhood traumas could certainly be linked with

having extreme feelings or emotions, the things Gerald sensed within Chester were on a whole new level.

It was then when Gerald realized that someone had used heart devouring witchcraft on him. Such witchcraft was

poisonous to the afflicted, and the technique could be used on any part of the body. If a person wasn’t proficient in

the technique or if they didn’t know about its existence in the first place, even a master who was skilled with

poisons wouldn’t be able to tell if someone was suffering from the witchcraft.

However, Finnley had previously taught and passed on all his skills to Gerald. As a result, Gerald was much more

proficient in poisons since he had received legitimate training on them.

Regardless, sometime after that incident, Gerald found an opportunity to remove the poison from Chester’s body.

However, he had refrained from telling Chester about it since he only wanted to tell him about it once he fully

recovered.

Anyhow, that was the reason why Gerald had treated Chester so well. If it wasn’t because of the poison, Chester

pretty much had a simple and kind personality. But there was no use thinking about all this now…

Chester was no longer among the living.

He had died because of Gerald, and Hendrick was the one who had set him up.

Thinking about that, Gerald turned to glare daggers at Hendrik, immense murderous intent reflected in his eyes.

“Not only are you refusing to answer my question, but now you’re even glaring at me so murderously? Have it your

way! I have many ways to make a useless person like you speak up! While I can’t kill you, I can still make you suffer

by humiliating you to the point where you’d definitely prefer to be dead rather than alive!” declared Hendrik as his

eyes widened.

“Men! Tie him up before hanging him out at the port! He’s going to be placed there as an exhibit for tens of

thousands of people… Only let him down once he’s willing to fess up!” ordered Hendrik as he laughed aloud.

Swiftly obeying, Gerald soon found himself on the ground as Hendrik’s subordinates began tying his hands behind

his back…

True to Hendrik’s orders, Gerald was soon hung up—for all to see—at the port.

Also true to Hendrik’s words, an almost endless number of pedestrians immediately recognized who he was when

they walked past him, prompting many to take the time to stare and discuss Gerald’s current plight.

“Oh god, isn’t that Mr. Crawford…?”

“The hell is going on? How did he even end up in such a sorry state?”

“Well, I’m sure you’ve heard by now of how vile the internal committee of the Holy Witchcraft actually is, right? You

see, Mr. Crawford was the one who had uncovered their lies and exposed them! Due to his actions, the young lord

turned into a new leaf and even announced his departure from the Holy Witchcraft! Since then, Mr. Crawford

supposedly took the young lord under his wing!”

“You know, Mr. Crawford’s provided no shortage of economic-based projects for the Yonwick family… In fact, he’s

even taken the initiative to invest and start several development projects on Montholm Island! You can already tell

that Mr. Crawford is a good man from all that he’s done!” explained a passer-by.

While they clearly viewed him positively, none of those discussing Gerald dared to speak out loud. After all, there

were two guardians from the Holy Witchcraft who were keeping a close watch on Gerald, and everyone knew that

those from that clan were proficient in witchcraft that could easily be used to kill others.

Though they were aware that attempting to rescue him would definitely spell trouble, many of the pedestrians

chose to remain there. To them, since they couldn’t actively help him, keeping him company was the next best

thing.

Around that time, a car slowly drove past the area…

“…Hmm? M-miss Queena, look! It’s Mr. Crawford!” exclaimed the shocked driver when he saw who had been

hoisted up at the port.

Hearing that, she immediately rolled the car’s windows down to have a look for herself. Naturally, the sight of

Gerald in such a condition made her feel quite distressed.

While she was extremely tempted to lower Gerald right this instant, she kept reminding herself that his current

situation was pretty much ideal for her plan to work out. In her mind, she summarized that after Gerald arrived at

the point where he couldn’t bear the humiliation anymore, he would eventually come to realize that she was the

only person who truly cared about him. By that point, he would surely choose to approach her, begging for mercy!

For her plan to come true, she knew she had to endure her own pain, even if it made her slightly distressed.

“So it is! Well, he has nothing to do with us! Drive on!” replied Queena as she closed her eyes.

Not daring to delay the car ride, the driver simply obeyed and drove off.

Meanwhile, Gerald was thinking to himself, ‘I have to quickly think of a way to recover my strength! If this goes on,

then I’ll definitely miss out on the pledge of the holy water! However, even after I’ve escaped, I have no real way of

contacting grandpa at all…!’

Hours passed and soon, it was late at night…