Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2746

Jerome arrived just in time. Recently, he and Eric had been traveling through Chetvine. He had been making the rounds, visiting all his old friends in Chetvine one by one. Along the way, he had been introducing his Eric to these old acquaintances. However, Eric, being the unruly type, got bored early and left on his own.

That was how he ended up running into Brielle and the people from the Divine Alchemists on the road.

Meanwhile, Jerome was heading back when he happened to witness Eric getting into a fight with them. His composed demeanor and authoritative presence made the Divine Alchemists' enforcers instinctively pause in their tracks.

Damon narrowed his eyes and said, "Sir, are you planning to stick your nose where it doesn't belong?"

Jerome replied respectfully, "I apologize. He's my son, and I'd like to know how he had offended you so I can apologize on his behalf."

This was classic old-school diplomacy, immediately taking responsibility to shut down any excuse Damon might have to escalate things.

Damon scoffed coldly and said, "He has some nerve. Our people from the Divine Alchemists were handling our own business, and he stuck his nose in it. Do you really think that I, as an elder, can let this slide?"

As he finished speaking, Damon wore a mocking half-smile. He wanted those three words, "the Divine Alchemists," to hit Jerome like a ton of bricks. Even though the person in front of him gave off a strong presence, the stronger someone was, the more they should understand the weight that the Divine Alchemists carried.

Jerome's heart skipped a beat. He remained as respectful as ever as he said, "So you're an elder from the prestigious Divine Alchemists. I'm Jerome Thornton, and it's an honor to meet you."

Damon felt somewhat disappointed. Jerome's reaction was not as extreme as he had expected. It did not match his prediction of someone immediately cowering in fear, bowing and scraping to apologize.

Moreover, he thought Jerome's name sounded awfully familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

At that moment, Brielle stepped forward from behind and said, "You're the leader of the Southern Martial Union, Mr. Jerome Thornton. I'm Brielle Baxter, and I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Thornton. Also, thank you to your son for saving me just now."

Jerome clasped his hands and replied, "Don't mention it!"

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