Wilbur Soot Quotes Novels & Stories

After the voice finished speaking, it disappeared. Wilbur stood there in a daze for a long time and suddenly started cursing. "Damn it! The only thing you talk about is sacrifices all day long. How am I supposed to find so many sacrifices? If they were that easy to come by, I would've dominated the universe long ago. I don’t need you to be running your mouth over this all the time." Wilbur suddenly shrank his neck defensively and waited carefully for a long time. Seeing that he got no response, he straightened his back and snorted coldly.

Wilbur did not usually act this way. Wilbur calmed himself down and checked if he had been affected by any mind and soul mystical technique. He found this strange. "I'm sorry for acting brash. May I find out what my disciple, River, talked to you about that day?" Wilbur had been a pig farmer. After joining the Sosa Sect, he had been taking care of his pig while cultivating the Path. He had been made fun of by many people for keeping a pig during his cultivation journey, and had ended up developing a dignified mentality in unfavorable situations.

I looked up at Zara in alarm. She looked down at me with contempt and sneered, "Wilbur, what's the point of you even being alive? All you ever do is waste money and cause trouble. You're nothing but a jinx!"

Wilbur snorted in disdain while looking sideways at the elder. "Hah! Marriage? That can wait until the sex!" Even as Wilbur scoffed, he continued walking ahead. "As for giving her gifts… Hell no! Wealth is for flaunting, not to be spent on women. Do you understand?" The elder was taken aback but soon nodded. "You really are wise, sir." "That said… Delilah's quite amusing." Wilbur smirked in disdain. "Playing hard-to-get like she isn't sure if she wants me. Haha! Trying to get me hooked and to pay through my nose even before I tap that? Dream on! She isn't getting shit from me until I have a taste!"

“We are old, but we can still kick butt.” “Again with that?” Walter demanded. “Do you still think you are a green beret?” “And there they go again,” Matt said, “they only know how to argue.” “I can still kick anyone's butt!” Wilbur exclaimed, assuming a fighting stance. “Especially yours! Come on!” “Bah! You don't scare anyone! Nor that you put yourself on fire you scare ...” “Well, well, you don't have to fight amongst yourselves,” Doris told them. “Calm down a bit ...”

I heard a soft chuckle from Wilbur, which made me gave him a questioning look. “Pardon me, Sire. I am just happy to hear you harbouring feelings towards somebody, anybody to be exact. It really shows that you are a normal person just like us. Well, you are probably a NORMAL person too, but with a crown over his head.” Wilbur started talking. I’ll know when he started his chatting, his hands would start to move, gesturing this and that. His chattering wasn’t entirely empty, though. Behind that seemingly cheerful façade, he is a one witty person. “If your love is someone that you wanted to be with for the rest of your life, you should make her your queen. She is a noble too, isn’t she?”

"Mr. Garrett, did you send that paralyzed patient to test my skills?" Egbert hurriedly apologized, "My apologies. I hope you can forgive my rashness. A few days ago, I finally managed to invite a renowned doctor. But he gave another blow to Wilbur. I was afraid he would be disappointed again. I had no choice but to test your skills in advance."

So how did he survive till eighty-two years old? But... If it was not caused by Heart Eater, then what on earth were these black spots? At this time, Wilbur slowly turned his head until he was facing Thomas and said, “Leave this place, young man. Do not even try to conquer Celandine City. This is unlike any other place you have seen. The waters here run deep.” Perhaps it was normal for a man to be kind to others at the end of his life. Or perhaps, these were the last words of Wilbur’s painful life.

He was worried that Olivia would do something stupid to save John. It seemed his worry was misplaced. Wilbur frowned when he left the bar without a coat. He quickly opened the car door. "Mr. Quinton, why did you wear so few layers? What if you catch a cold?" Zac got into the car. "I'll make a phone call while you deal with the chefs." Wilbur nodded, stowed away the wheelchair, closed the car door, and entered the bar. After he was gone, Zac called the number that had contacted him the last time.

"Mabes, are you praising him?" Mable immediately said, "I'm not praising him; his expertise in poison is indeed remarkable." Wilbur chuckled lightly, his eyes carrying a hint of chill. "Everything in the world has its counterbalance. Even the most powerful poison can find its antidote." "That's true." Wilbur set down his teacup and stood up. "Well, I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave." Blair invited Wilbur to stay for dinner, but Wilbur declined. As he was about to leave, he turned to Mable and said, "Don't forget to pay your respects to your master. Help me bring a bouquet for him.”