A few moments later, Marc hurriedly stood in front of him, "Reporting to young master! It seems like that assassin has a personal grudge against our family!"
Jackson was taken aback.
'I failed to consider this... Makes sense. If someone were trying to assassinate me, they would've sent fourth stage experts... Sigh' Jackson berated himself inwardly and spoke, "Where's the Town Lord?"
"My apologies, young master Jackson..." A sound echoed out suddenly causing everyone to turn their heads.
The guards knelt one by one while the people slightly bowed their heads to show respect.
A middle-aged man wearing a white robe flew in the air with a faint smile on his face.
Jackson gave a harrumph and flew above with hands clasped behind his back, giving off a majestic feeling which caused the onlookers to stare in admiration.
"What is the meaning of this Elmer Town Lord, Fenton?" He questioned while having a cold smile on his face.
