Hearing this, Wilbur could only reluctantly agree. In fact, Augheimer killing one hundred thousand cultivators over the past three months was indeed excessive. Even though he only killed those who actively challenged him, the fact that he set traps at night to lure them into battle went beyond the bounds of normalbat.


    After leaving the City Lord''s quarters, Wilbur immediately left the city and headed to the outskirts to find Augheimer. After searching the wilderness for half a day, Wilbur finally found Augheimer in a forested area.


    "Wilbur? What are you doing here?" Augheimer frowned.


    Wilbur replied, "Augheimer, it''s time to stop. In the past three months, you''ve already killed one hundred thousand cultivators. You have enraged Lord Edmund. If you don''t stop, tomorrow he''lle personally with his men, and even I won''t be able to protect your life."


    "You should know that I only killed those who challenged me. They all deserved to die."


    "Ordinary people don''t fight a hundred thousand battles in three months, Augheimer. You set traps at night to lure them into battle. This has crossed the line of normalbat."


    "But they were the ones who challenged me. They all deserved to die!"


    "Everyone makes mistakes. Can''t you give others a chance to change?" Wilbur said seriously. "Not everyone in this world starts out as a righteous person. Everyone needs a journey of growth."


    "Hmph. What does that have to do with me?" Augheimer sneered, then brushed past Wilbur, ready to leave.


    Wilbur turned to look at Augheimer''s back and said, "Augheimer, I hope you won''t let your hatred consume you indefinitely. After all, the people of the Dragon yer Organization are already dead. How long will you keep hating them?"


    Hearing this, Augheimer stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at Wilbur. "I''d tear them apart piece by piece with my own hands if I could! Wilbur, you stopped my n, you stopped my revenge, you made me weak. It''s all because of you. That day, you shouldn''t have shown up!"


    Augheimer red at Wilbur, venting his rage with a shout.


    Wilbur looked at Augheimer and asked, "So, do you hate me too?"


    "I hate that you changed everything for me, made me so pitiful now, and I even have to be grateful to you in my heart. How absurd is that?"


    With that, Augheimer turned and walked away. Wilbur watched his back, knowing that Augheimer was a perfectionist. The many experiences he encountered in this middle dimension far exceeded Augheimer''s expectations.


    The old Augheimer could only endure, but now, with his rapidly growing power, he began to see his past suffering as a stain on his life, one he desperately wanted to erase. And Wilbur just happened to be the person who had created that stain.


    "Wait! If you think everything that happened was a mistake, then you must hate me a lot. In that case, why don''t we settle this with a fight? If you win, you can do with me as you please. But if I win, I have only one request: that you leave Buck Town tonight. How about it?"