The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 414: Chapter 414 Spirits of the Festival_1

Before Asher Green had finished speaking, the butler suddenly walked in.

“Master, we’ve just received news that the dashing Magician Barry Wolfe is back, and he was seen this morning in the villa that Glen Wolfe gave him.”

Asher Green’s face changed, and he instinctively looked at Nathan Green.

Nathan Green was also taken aback, not expecting Barry Wolfe to actually return. He immediately laughed and said, “I was just wondering how to find him, and here he is, coming back on his own.”

“Grandfather, what do you plan to do?” Asher Green asked.

After a moment’s thought, Nathan Green suddenly smiled and said to the butler, “Go, send a message to Glen Wolfe, and have him notify Barry Wolfe, telling him I invite him over as a guest and would like to ask him for some pointers on martial skills.”

“Yes, Master, I’ll go right away.”

The butler turned to leave.

Asher Green exchanged glances with his grandfather, and both began to smile at the same time.

He understood that the so-called “asking for pointers” was just an excuse to give Barry Wolfe a beating.

After all, his grandfather had been in the Master Realm for many years; how could Barry Wolfe, so young, possibly beat his grandfather?

…

The Wolfe family villa.

Greg Jensen was lounging on the couch, eating grapes fed to him by Chelsea Wolfe, while chatting with Louisa Burley over messages.

Upon hearing that Nathan Green wanted to challenge him, he burst out in scornful laughter.

“You mean, he wants me to show up on my own, just to be beaten by him?”

“Judging from what their butler said, it seems that is the intention.”

Glen Wolfe laughed awkwardly, not fully understanding Nathan Green’s true intentions.

Did Nathan think himself the overlord of the province, capable of doing whatever he wanted, able to summon others to kowtow with a mere word?

For someone else, it might be possible, but to expect such a thing from Barry Wolfe was nothing short of ludicrous.

Barry Wolfe didn’t even take Healington seriously. He killed a wanderer and an elder without a second thought; would he care about Nathan Green?

“Boss, what do you think about this…”

“There’s no need to bother with him, just a conceited old fool. I will take care of him at the Martial Way Tournament,” Greg said nonchalantly.

“But…”

Glen Wolfe hesitated and said, “After all, Nathan Green is a veteran Grandmaster; isn’t it a bit too disrespectful not to give him an answer?”

Greg looked at him with a playful gaze and said lightly, “Would you give face to an ant? An ant that stops at your feet, doomed to be crushed by you?”

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Glen Wolfe’s forehead.

It was only then that he finally understood: Barry Wolfe didn’t take Nathan Green seriously at all.

The talk of defeating Nathan Green at the Martial Way Tournament wasn’t merely a joke but something the guy was truly planning to do.

But… was it possible?

Indeed, Barry Wolfe’s skills were formidable, but in Glen Wolfe’s heart, there lingered some doubt.

“Enough, don’t pay him any mind. Come find me when it’s time for the Martial Way Tournament,” said Greg.

“Alright, boss.”

Glen Wolfe glanced at Chelsea Wolfe, said nothing, and left.

…

A certain upscale hotel in the provincial city.

Vivian Shimpson had just finished packing when she noticed Louisa Burley holding her phone and giggling. Unable to help herself, she asked, “What are you looking at? You seem so happy?”

When Louisa saw her coming over, she quickly put away her phone and said with a laugh while shaking her head, “Heh, it’s nothing.”

Vivian seemed to think of something, her expression turned cold, and she huffed, “Are you chatting with that annoying guy again?”

“Ah, Mr. Jensen is a nice guy, don’t always pick on him,” Louisa Burley said.

Vivian Shimpson pursed her lips and said, “Nice my ass. Just look at the business he’s running. He just started his venture and immediately became an absentee owner, never around and who knows what he’s busy with—so unreliable.”

Louisa Burley tried to defend him, saying, “Maybe Mr. Jensen really is tied up with something. Besides, his restaurant is being managed by Manager Li.

With Manager Li there, Mr. Jensen couldn’t be of much help anyway.”

“Just keep making excuses for him.”

Vivian Shimpson snorted coldly, then added, “I’ve arranged for a few gents from the provincial city to join us at the temple fair tomorrow.

They are all true gentlemen of prominent families. If you’re really looking to find a man, they are definitely much better than Greg Jensen.”

“Oh, all right.”

Louisa Burley didn’t even turn her head, giving a perfunctory response and then continued to hold her phone, giggling foolishly.

“You… you’re beyond help.”

Vivian Shimpson sighed, secretly resolving to pick out a mature, steady, and handsome gentleman from the bunch tomorrow, to completely make Louisa Burley forget Greg Jensen.

…

“This Barry Wolfe has gone too far!” Asher Green said angrily.

Nathan Green’s face was also looking grim as he said in a deep voice, “This Barry Wolfe is really too arrogant! I personally invited him, and he still dared not to come.”

Asher Green said gravely, “Grandpa, let’s just go and challenge them.”

Nathan Green glanced at him, shook his head, and said, “Being challenged by others is an honor, but actively going to crush a novice is despised by others. You should know what to do without me telling you, right?”

“Grandpa, I’m sorry, I didn’t think it through; it’s just that I find Barry Wolfe so annoying, so…”

“It’s all right.”

Nathan Green chuckled and said, “My dear grandson, I’ve already told you to just mind your own business; let grandpa take care of the troubles for you.

If you think Barry Wolfe is very annoying, then just kill him. He’s just a wild master from out of town—not a big deal.”

Asher Green’s face lit up with joy, but then he hesitated and said, “But… he’s always holed up in the hotel and doesn’t show his face, dealing with him could be rather difficult.”

Nathan Green smiled and said, “Don’t worry, during the Martial Way tournament, that kid will definitely show up.”

…

July fifteenth, the Ghost Festival, is also the day the Spirits of the Festival is held by Buddhists and Taoists.

As the sky just began to brighten, the sound of sutras being chanted could be heard from the temples, with the intention to save all the lost souls that have no place to return to on this very day.

People attending the temple fair were bustling about; after exploring the fair, they moved on to the banks of the Enchanted River.

At the Enchanted River, a huge arena rose from the ground, surrounded by circles of stands where tourists could freely enter and watch.

Those who had been to the Spirits of the Festival a few times knew that this was an important event of the Ghost Festival every year—the Martial Way tournament.

In the province of Qin, the spirit of martial valor was strong, and the annual Martial Way tournament was favored by many people.

Because they were accompanied by a few local gentlemen of prominent families, Louisa Burley and Vivian Shimpson grabbed some great spots.

Sitting there, they could clearly see every detail on the stage.

Mr. He of the Preston Family came over with a grin and said, “Miss Burley, I’m not boasting, but the Martial Way tournament is the best show in our provincial city, held only once a year.

At any other time, in any other place, you wouldn’t be able to see such an exciting event.”

Louisa Burley subtly shrank back and said calmly, “What’s so great about fighting and killing each other?”

Vivian Shimpson said with a smile, “Louisa, men should have a masculine spirit, and how should this masculine spirit be demonstrated? I think martial combat is the best way.”

“Fine.”

Louisa Burley nodded listlessly, her eyes like water searching the crowd for that one figure.

Didn’t he say he would attend the Martial Way tournament? Why isn’t he here yet?

It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other; isn’t he in a hurry?