Cursed Immortality

After giving his impolite reply, Jacob returned inside, but this time he didn't start reading right away and instead headed toward the bathroom to take a shower.

As for the repercussions of his blunt disrespect toward Braylon, he was worried in the least bit. It could be said Jacob was looking forward to Braylon's reaction.

Because he wanted to see if Braylon was another hotheaded, power-hungry idiot or if he was someone with patience and looked at the bigger picture, Jacob knew he had done nothing wrong by rejecting the request for this abrupt meeting.

After taking a long relaxing shower, Jacob headed toward the kitchen for the first time in a while, as he was now used to eating raw meat because of his particular situation. But it didn't mean he enjoyed that; he was just flexible.

Jacob nodded in satisfaction when he saw the entire kitchen was filled with all kinds of ingredients, herbs, and even spices. But before he could even light the stove, his eyes narrowed as his moments came to a halt.

'19 people?' He was really speechless when he heard so many footsteps approaching, 'Don't tell me those guys really wanted to cause trouble.'

His eyes turned cold as his masked appeared over his face before his silver head was covered under his hood.

Without waiting for them to approach the apartment door, Jacob had already opened the door and walked outside, and all those footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

Those Senior Grandmasters were startled when Jacob appeared when they were only a few meters away from knocking on his door.

At the very front, in the lead, Braylon was also quite surprised before he started to look at Jacob's tall and muscular figure from top to bottom.

While Rita's eyes flashed with anger the moment she spotted Jacob's masked face and bit her lips.

"Aren't you busy, Senior Jack? Don't tell me you were playing plank on us and were just coming to the meeting room?" Otto couldn't help but jollity comment.

But this comment made many narrow their eyes, especially Orville, who was looking at Jacob in scrutiny.

Jacob glanced at the Dwarf, who looked quite silly, but he always had this strange feeling of foreboding whenever he saw him. Still, he wasn't interested in indulging the dwarf right now as he looked at the handsome scholarly elf who was smiling amiably at him.

"Senior Grandmaster Braylon, I presumed?" He uttered emotionlessly.

Braylon nodded in acknowledgment with a friendly smile and replied, "In the flesh. And you, sir, must be Senior Grandmaster Jack. You're indeed extraordinary."

Jacob narrowed his eyes ever so slightly as he didn't feel any kind of malice from Braylon at all, and he was speaking earnestly. This slightly evaluates Braylon's image in Jacob's eyes.

"I'm nothing worth mentioning." Jacob coolly stated, "I know you come from a long way to meet me. But I only heard about it from someone else, and it doesn't seem to be a request either. So, tell me, do you think what I just did was wrong?"

Everyone was shocked by Jacob's blunt disrespectful question, which was quite piercing to the ears.

But before Braylon could reply, Lawrence beat him to it and berated, "Presumptuous! Is the way you treat…ekk…"

However, before Lawrence could finish, his words came to an abrupt halt because his throat was grabbed by a menacing claw, and his words were jammed within his throat.

But what gobsmacked everyone was who claw it was. It was none other than Jacob who had somehow appeared from right in front of Lawrence in a blink of an eye and from over five meters away.

Furthermore, the most shocking fact was Lawrence, who was an Extraordinary-Tier-5 Kobold, got manhandled by Jacob without even being able to put up any resistance at all.

Jacob's cold voice rang at this moment, awakening everyone from their stupor, "According to Alchemy Guild's rule #31, if someone entered a personal workshop of alchemy without his permission, this action can be taken as an offense toward the owner of that workshop. Thereby, the owner can take drastic measures such as he can kill a non-guild member and, in the case of a guild member, breaking one limb as a first and last warning. Then he should be thrown out of the owner's workshop and forbidden entry for the rest of his life. Am I right, White Sage?"

The entire workshop was deadly silent, and only Lawrence's whimpers could and choking sounds could be heard.

A mechanical voice suddenly buzzed from Jacob's wrist at this moment, "Alchemist Faceless Ancient state no false!"

Everyone's expression changed because they all were familiar with this AI voice. It was the Alchemy Guild's AI, the White Sage, who could monitor their every move while they were on the alchemy guild's property.

But they almost forget about it since they only interacted with White Sage when they were exchanging resources and received its notification from the alchemy guild.

However, no one had ever used White Sage like Jacob just did, and their expression started to pale when they heard Jacob's following words.

"Then I want to confirm another thing, according to Alchemy Guild's rule #513, if an alchemist is using the alchemy guild's property for their own personal use, like holding an event which involves more than 10 Grandmaster Rank Alchemists without informing the guild, what is their punishment?" Jacob's coolly asked without any ripple in his voice while he was still choking Lawrence.

White Sage's voice rang again, "The punishment is those alchemists involved in such an event will strip off one rank from their current rank!"

"Then what if they have been doing it for a long time?" Jacob asked again, but this time no one was in the mood to listen.

Braylon quickly spoke as his smile had now vanished, and a stern look replaced his amiable one, "Senior Jack, you stated your point. There's no need to do this anymore. Senior Lawrence, not all of us were gone too far by barging into your workshop without any prior arrangement. We'll all compensate you for your trouble."

Everyone nodded in agreement as they were now entirely spooked by Jacob's current attitude, especially his ruthless personality was now apparent.

"Senior Jack, it won't happen again. Just give us all some face." Bart was sweating buckets now as he looked at the young man who was holding a kobold like a baby.

"Stop it now. No one will disturb you anymore." Rita also chimed in with a complicated look in her eyes as she never thought Jacob was so strong, not to mention ruthless.

The White Sage's static voice sounded again, which sent shivers to almost everyone in this room, "If they do it more than three times, they will expel from the Alchemy Guild!"