Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)
Chapter 923

Pablo could not help but grip the skull in his hands. It crushed to pieces under the impact.

"You don't want to make this a big deal, is that right! Killing my entire family, setting my house on fire! All one hundred and sixty nine bodies in the Belmont household, burned to nothing!" "You've made a big enough deal yourself, and now you don't want me to make a big deal out of this?"

Master Phillips' chest pounded with fear, all his thoughts flooding his mind at once. He was thoroughly disturbed, unsure what Pablo really was- a human? A ghost? If he were human, whose dead body had that? If he were a ghost, how was he able to touch Uriah and even crush his skull?

Master Phillips racked his brains, trying to think of a way to hold Pablo down. What could he do so Pablo could leave?

He was also thinking of ways to destroy Pablo, so he could never come back...

His fear and anger took over him slowly. It had been ten years, and Master Phillips had never spent a single night sleeping in peace. Now that he had finally seen Pablo's spirit... he was viewing him as a bad pupil, torturing them for so long instead of just going to be reborn.

Pablo seemed to know what Master Phillips was thinking.

He smiled, staring at Master Phillips. "Why did you take me in as your pupil in the first place?"

He was not supposed to have a master at all...

"You said that it was a shame. A shame that my talent was hidden in my poor town."

Pablo was no fool. He could tell that both his master and friend had been sincere to him at the start.

But why did they change after that, and when?

He had treated them earnestly, trusting them with all of his heart.

But they had started scheming against him at some point.

Master Phillips was an old, experienced man. Having faced Pablo for so long, he was starting to feel less of the fear he had felt in the beginning.

His expression was ashen, his tone cold. "I took you in as a pupil so you could help Uriah and be his advisor, not to step on him to gain power!" He was just a pupil, a disciple, a guest of the Phillips household!

Just because Master Phillips treated Pablo like a son, how could he surpass Master Phillips' own son and take all the glory from him?

He wasn't even from the Phillips family! He was just a disciple!

Pablo let out a chuckle of fury, before returning to his previous calmness. The ten-year fire had long burned all his rage away, turning it into deep hatred. "Am I to blame for his incompetence?" Pablo laughed mockingly, his tone careless.

"Master, let me ask you this. Have I ever used the Phillips name even once on my way to becoming head minister?"

Master Phillips wanted to say yes. Of course he did! How could he, a mere farmer, gain such power if not for the Phillips family giving him a helping hand? Yet his mouth moved several times, and not a word came out.

No one knew who Pablo was after he rose to fame overnight.

He prayed for the civilians' wellbeing, warded off evil spirits and called upon fair weather, all under a different name.

He used a different identity whenever he did something good. He had never dragged the Phillips household into anything, nor had he even used them.

It was only after one of his good deeds when the emperor had summoned the hero behind all of this, that everyone realized Pablo had been the famous 'Mr. Bell' all along.

They had thought that the Phillips household had been watching over Pablo, only for them to realize that it had been Pablo watching over the Phillips household all along...

"Well, you shouldn't have lied to us..." Master Phillips finally spoke up. "You hid everything from us, intending to thrive on your own. You were wary of us from the start, and never saw us as family..." "Besides, why would you even have needed to become my pupil if you really had been that great all along?"

Pablo chuckled. "Yes, you're right. You're completely right."

He shouldn't have, he really shouldn't have.

He saw Master Phillips as a good minister who only wanted the best for the kingdom, and a kind man who empathized with the world... he had chosen to call him his master out of nothing but respect! He shouldn't have trusted people blindly, he shouldn't have given them the best judgment!

Pablo had never offended anyone to his knowledge, but the first time that happened it had killed his entire family.

Seeing Pablo agree, Master Phillips said at once, "So you should know that you owe us! I took care of you for over a decade. You mustn't bite the hand that fed you. Give your brother's skull back..." Pablo let out a maniacal laugh. "You took care of me?"

He continued to laugh, appearing in front of Master Phillips in the next second!

"When did you ever take care of me?"

He lifted Master Phillips into the air, slamming him against one of the pillars in the hallway.

"It was my parents who took care of me! I never took a single penny from you in the thirteen years I was your pupil!"

"How dare you expect gratitude of me, just because you were my mentor?"

Pablo was thoroughly enraged, his ice-cold aura holding Master Phillips by the throat before he tossed him into the soil in the garden outside!

Pablo stared at the old man writhing in pain on the ground, his gaze cold.

He had seen this man as a father before...

It was Master Phillips who had taught him about what the real world was like when he was just a teenager, imparting on him the wisdom and values a good man should have.

But from the looks of things, it was unclear to tell how much he taught Pablo had been from experience, and how much had been made up.

Master Phillips' white hair was tousled and messy, his hazy eyes flashing with terror.

Thinking of his children and grandchildren, he began to look pitiful.

As pitiful as he could possibly look!

Yet there was a shred of poison in his gaze. Master Phillips reached into the flowerbed for the wooden sword he had hidden there, charging towards Pablo with all his might! Pablo only found this amusing. How afraid of death this family was.

Their entire house was filled with things to take him down hidden in every corner. There was even one in the garden, for crying out loud.

Pablo watched the old man expressionlessly just as the wooden sword was about to pierce his chest. He lifted his hand at the very last second, and the sword made a sharp turn. It flew into Master Phillips, pinning him to a tall pillar!