Invincible! This person has lived for a billion years

Chapter 170 Illnesses can be treated, but minds are harder to heal.

William was never actually a Soulmancer. Since he gained consciousness, he has been an invincible existence.

Neither the deities of various lands nor the ancient demons could withstand a single blow from William.

A mid-level Soulmancer is really too weak!

Only after William retracted his imposing aura did Travis feel like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

William had spoken of erasing him earlier, and although he didn't specify how he would do it, it was clear that whatever the method, it was something Travis couldn't bear.

Alice looked Travis up and down, her eyes filled with disdain. However, since William wanted him to be her sparring partner, having an extra human punching bag and follower wouldn't be bad.

"What's your phone number?" Alice had thought it through. With her master around, this despicable old lecher wouldn't dare do anything to her.

Walker was still at the police station, and she needed to go to Nathaniel for treatment in the morning. The bookstore needed someone to watch over it, so having an extra hand would be helpful.

Travis gave Alice his contact information.

Alice asked, "Do you have time tomorrow morning?"

"Yes! Of course, I have time!" No matter how busy Travis was, he dared not say he was unavailable. He still couldn't figure out just how skilled William was.

He was at least a mid-level Soulmancer, but he couldn't figure out William's level, which meant that William was at least at the level of a high-level Soulmancer.

If a high-level Soulmancer wanted to kill him, he might not even have a chance to escape.

Most importantly, judging from William's performance, he was likely more than just a high-level Soulmancer.

This was truly terrifying.

"Then, come to Cozy Book Haven near Hudson University tomorrow morning." Alice took out the keys to the bookstore and asked William, "Master, can we let him work at the bookstore, keeping the shop?"

"That's fine," William said, "but the lock on the bookstore was broken, so your key is useless now."

The lock had been broken by Bryant when William went to the bookstore this morning.

"Oh." Alice puffed out her cheeks and shrugged, then said to Travis, "Then you go buy a lock tomorrow, watch the store. Do you need me to give you money for the lock?"

"No need, no need, serving you is my honor!" Travis hurriedly put on a smiling face, how would he dare ask Alice for money for the lock?

Survival was more important than that small amount of money, wasn't it?

"From now on, without my permission, and unless I ask you, you are not allowed to speak to me!" Alice glared fiercely at Travis. Although what Travis had said wasn't really problematic, that sentence alone made Alice feel like this old lecher was verbally harassing her.

"I...I understand!" Travis had no idea what he had done to offend Alice but could only nod repeatedly.

William cast a deep glance at Travis without uttering a word and began walking out of the alley.

Alice, paying no attention to Travis and clutching her painting, closely followed William out of the alleyway.

"Master, so you knew that lecher was following us?"

William replied, "He mainly had his sights on you; that man specializes in draining the life force from the opposite sex to replenish his own vitality."

"Draining the life force from the opposite sex to replenish his own vitality?" Alice felt a chill, realizing that if what William said was true, her abilities were actually inferior to Travis'. What would she have faced if William hadn't been with her today?

William nodded, "That's why I wanted to erase him."

Testing the waters, Alice asked, "When you say 'erase', do you mean make him disappear?"

William didn't answer her question, instead, he said, "It's getting late; you should go and rest."

Alice quickly responded, "I can drive you."

"No need, you go back, I want some quiet," William said, walking forward without waiting for Alice.

Alice stood there, sticking out her tongue, and muttered under her breath, "Isn't being with Alice nice? Wants some quiet."

Today, some events had transpired, but even with Travis causing trouble, William hadn't taken it to heart. The only thing that puzzled him was the young girl from the Manhattan Community Board.

There were some things he wanted to clarify, but he felt that if things became too clear, it would somehow become uninteresting. So he decided not to worry about anything and simply go back to have a sound sleep.

Alice returned home with William's painting.

She lived in an independent estate in the western suburbs of New York. The entire estate was vast, with stringent security throughout.

Several security guards stood watch at the main gate.

Even in the late hours, many cars were parked at the entrance.

Given Charles Turner's renown, many people suffering from severe or strange diseases often waited at the gate, some even kneeling, pleading for medical help.

Alice was used to such scenes.

When Alice was young, she once asked her grandfather why he didn't help the sick people kneeling outside the gate.

Charles Turner's explanation was quite straightforward.

If he had to treat anyone who knelt, then anyone in the world who fell ill would kneel at his doorstep; could he save them all?

Some people's conditions clearly weren't very serious and could be treated at any major hospital. But they were wealthy, valued their lives, and were distrustful, not believing in hospital doctors. They insisted on kneeling in front of the Turner's doorstep; was Charles Turner supposed to treat each one?

This precedent could not be set!

When Alice drove up to the gate, some people tried to stop her car, but they were quickly held back by the security guards at the gate.

It's true that doctors are compassionate, but Alice felt her grandfather was also right.

Illnesses can be treated, but minds are harder to heal.

Even if Charles Turner was a divine doctor, his energy was limited; it wasn't possible to save every person who knelt at his door.

Returning home tonight, Alice saw a person still kneeling at the Turner's doorway; she glanced at him and found him somewhat familiar.

The owner of the "Eternal Life Emporium", Powell?

But she wasn't quite sure.

She had seen that boss a few days ago, at that time, Scott had just bought the Radiant Empress Pearl, and Powell was very haggard, but at least he still looked like a person. However, the man kneeling at the front door now seemed like a withered zombie, his face devoid of any color, looking as if he was nearing his last days.

Alice entered the estate, parked the car, and carrying the painting William made, walked into the house in the center of the estate.

At this time, the Turner mansion was brightly lit, and the room was crowded with people, seemingly discussing some important matters.

"Alice is back? Sit down!" Alice's father, Calvin Turner, gestured for her to sit and continued, "The man outside is Mr. Ward. He has agreed that if we can save his life, he will sell all his assets as a reward. But just from a distant glance, I can't tell what disease he has."

Sitting next to Calvin was Alice's uncle, Russell Turner, who casually laughed and said, "Big brother, we don't need to worry about what disease he has. Since he has agreed, let him in for a thorough diagnosis and treat him; that's all."

Calvin shook his head, "Father rarely treats patients personally now; he probably won't get involved in this. From what I observed, Mr. Ward seems gravely ill. If we let him in and he happens to pass away in our house, that would tarnish the Turner family's reputation."