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Chapter 1085: Chapter 1085: Person in the Painting
It was just an ordinary painting.
Even.
If this incident hadn’t happened today, Julius Reed might have forgotten about it.
Forgotten that Aron Jackson once gave him such an item.
The woman in the painting wore a dress of white gauze.
In her hands, she held a jade flute.
She looked as if she were a fairy descended from heaven.
And this woman was none other than Isabella Warm!
The most favored of Julius Reed’s four personal maidservants.
At the very top of the painting were written four large characters.
"A Fairy Descends."
It was clear that in Aron Jackson’s heart, this was a fairy.
And the date was from half a year ago.
Half a year ago...
Julius Reed gently pinched his forehead with his hand.
Based on what he knew currently, Isabella Warm had appeared at the Thunderpeak Hall’s New Year’s Eve banquet a year ago.
It was said that Granny Xihua had even drawn Isabella Warm’s blood.
But the date on the painting was from half a year ago.
Had Aron Jackson seen Isabella Warm half a year ago?
Julius Reed took out his mobile phone, only to realize, with a sense of helplessness, that he didn’t have Aron Jackson’s contact information at all.
Right now, he was urgently wanting to find this Taoist to understand the situation back then.
There could be no mistake!
The person in the painting was indeed Isabella Warm.
Although his swordsmanship was nothing special, Aron Jackson’s foundation in painting was quite good.
Isabella Warm was portrayed so vividly.
And time seemed to suddenly revert back to four years ago.
Those days before the battle on the snowy mountain four years ago.
"Aron Jackson, have your men go to Northern Mount immediately, and contact Aron Jackson for me at the fastest speed,"
Julius Reed took a golden pen from his bosom and wrote down a line of text on a piece of note paper.
After folding it, he handed it over.
"Make sure it’s as fast as possible!"
After saying this, his gaze returned to the painting.
Could someone be lying?
But when he dealt with those assassins in the capital back then, they didn’t seem to be lying.
With a knife hung at their necks, would they still be in the mood to make up lies?
Especially the words of the Ghost Valley Master Eleanor Pendleton, they led him into confusion even more.
Thinking of this, Julius Reed pulled up Cold Nelson’s number and quickly dialed it.
The Wolf Cavalry should have some results by their overnight raid.
"Holy Master."
Three seconds later, Cold Nelson’s deep voice came through the receiver.
"Is Isabella Warm in Ghost Valley?"
When he asked this question, Julius Reed’s heart fluttered a bit.
He truly hoped that Isabella Warm was there!
That way, the enigma could be unravelled.
"Holy Master, after searching in Ghost Valley for a while, we killed quite a few people, but none of the women we found was Isabella Warm."
Cold Nelson said in a vexed tone, "I showed Isabella Warm’s photo; these disciples of Ghost Valley don’t recognize her at all. But someone said that indeed a woman had come a few days ago, and another was taken away."
"Who is the other person? And who is this new woman who has come!"
Julius Reed had a bad premonition.
"The new one disappeared mysteriously just before our raid on Ghost Valley. But the blankets in her room were still warm. I sent men to pursue, but no discovery so far. As for the woman who was here before, she had been kept in the coldest place in Ghost Valley, and no one had ever seen her. But according to the confessions of the core disciples of Ghost Valley, the person who took this woman away was Devlin!"
Cold Nelson’s tone carried a hint of regret, "It’s a pity we were half a step too late, otherwise we would have definitely caught this newly arrived woman. We would have known everything after an interrogation!"
"Retreat, and take the Cavalry back to Demarco Mount."
Julius Reed leaned back, exhausted, on the rear seat, "By the way, go check on Ian Jorden’s grave. See if there are any signs of disturbance at the grave site. The remnants of The North Sea have been active lately, and I’m worried that Ian Jorden’s grave might have been desecrated."
"Understood! And the Cavalry we sent out..."
"Call them all back. The person has been taken away, and it’s very likely the work of Medicine King Valley. According to Eleanor Pendleton’s dying words, Medicine King seems to be quite interested in the woman’s blood. One day, I will go to Medicine King Valley myself. Either uncover the truth, or exterminate them completely!"
Julius Reed’s voice carried a chill.
Devlin!
It was Devlin again!
Every time, Devlin was one step ahead!
Including now.
The closest he had ever been to Isabella Warm.
"I hope Isabella Warm was really taken by Devlin. At least that way, she’s still alive."
Having uttered these words, Julius Reed’s breathing gradually steadied.
Exhausted, he fell asleep in the car.
During the brief period, he had a dream.
In the dream, there was a man covered in blood, holding a head in his hand, coldly staring at Julius Reed.
The man kept shouting while stabbing himself with a knife over and over.
Finally, he charged towards Julius Reed.
"Huh!"
Julius Reed suddenly opened his eyes.
Cold sweat was on his forehead.
Even if it was just a dream, he could still clearly feel the murderous intent emanating from the other person.
Or rather, the malevolence!
Subconsciously, he glanced at the Dragon King Ring.
The dragon’s eyes on the ring blazed with red light.
After a brief flicker, the light slowly faded.
For some reason, Julius Reed always felt that he had seen the person in his dream before.
But he had killed too many and truly could no longer remember who all he had killed.
The car slowly stopped in front of the mansion.
"Remember, send that letter to Northern Mount for me."
After giving instructions, Julius Reed pushed open the car door and walked towards the upstairs.
Somewhat weary, he needed to rest.
Back upstairs, Quella Radcliffe was still deep in sleep.
But her vital signs had stabilized.
Night Fairy had disappeared, while Lillian Tompson sat on the sofa watching TV.
"Sovereign."
Seeing Julius Reed return, Lillian Tompson quickly stood up and said, "My people have found Grace River’s whereabouts. After traveling at sea, she seemed to have headed towards Braylon Mountain. Do you think we should..."
"Braylon Mountain?"
Julius Reed narrowed his eyes, surprised, "Braylon Mountain is less than three hundred miles from Northern Mount!"
"Yes! The area is surrounded by mountains, with many hidden sects lurking. I suspect that Isabella Warm might have appeared on Braylon Mountain!"
Lillian Tompson was very certain, "I know Grace River’s character; she wouldn’t take action herself without full confidence!"
"Let’s postpone it."
Julius Reed took a deep breath and walked into the bedroom, "I’m a bit tired."
Bang!
With that, the door closed.
Leaving Lillian Tompson somewhat bewildered.
...
In front of Ghost Valley.
Bodies were scattered everywhere.
Blood had flooded the ground.
The disciples lay in disarray, eyes wide open in death.
An elderly man dressed in a black robe stepped on the somewhat congealed blood.
He made his way to the great hall, step by step.
Inside the hall, hundreds of Ghost Valley disciples huddled together.
Their eyes filled with fear.
"Who did this?"
The old man asked softly.
But no one answered.
"Who did this?"
He asked a second time.
The Ghost Valley disciples still remained silent.
Taking a deep breath, the old man roared fiercely, "Who did this!?"
Crack!
In the hall of Ghost Valley, the one-meter-thick pillar promptly snapped!
Even the floor tiles were cracked haphazardly.
The surviving Ghost Valley disciples were directly knocked unconscious by the shock.
"A bunch of trash!"
The old man flung his sleeve in anger and turned to leave.
When he reached the stone doorway, his gaze suddenly fell on the corpse of Nash Will.
For inside Nash Will’s sleeve, there was a brocade box.
The old man bent down and gently picked up the brocade box.
He opened the box and sniffed lightly, "Medicine King Valley?"
