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Chapter 1216: Chapter 1216 Story
Julius Reed couldn’t wait anymore.
He simply posed Bright King’s body, placed it on a chair, and took off the belt from the body on the ground to tie it up.
Pretending to be a kidnapping.
But in reality, the ticket had been torn.
Tearing the ticket wasn’t very honorable.
But it was just an accident.
However, seeing the picture made the Left Minister break into a cold sweat.
He only had this one son!
The King of The North Sea also stood up, quickly walked over to the Left Minister, and picked up the mobile phone.
Bright King was the moneybag of The North Sea!
Building such a luxurious palace and maintaining an army of tens of thousands from The North Sea all needed money!
If anything were to happen to Bright King, the consequences were unthinkable.
"Left Minister, wait here, and I will immediately arrange a rescue!"
The King of The North Sea helped the Left Minister up and hesitated for a moment before pointing at a military officer, "General Grove, you must ensure Bright King’s safety! If necessary, agree to any demands from the other side!"
"Yes, sir!"
The military officer dressed in a python robe clasped his fists, bowed deeply, and then turned and left.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The Left Minister had pale lips and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
When Bright King left, he was clearly accompanied by three Grandmasters and a total of eight guards!
How could he have been kidnapped?
And who was the kidnapper?
"General Grove is a Great Grandmaster and very powerful. Not even Nelson could last three seconds under his hands," the King reassured, patting the Left Minister’s shoulder, "Rest easy."
"Yes, sir!"
The Left Minister had no choice but to wait.
"General Grove, we need to take them alive!"
He shouted.
Whoever dared to kidnap his son would pay a price worse than death!
"Understood!"
General Grove, carrying a bow and wearing a quiver, disappeared from the Royal Court of The North Sea.
And with him left Ishmael Will.
...
"Finnegan?"
Inside the manor.
Nelson was carrying fruit and a carefully chosen gift for Branley Sinclair when he arrived at the courtyard.
But he saw no one.
Had he arrived too early?
He checked his phone, and it was the exact time.
But where was Finnegan Springs?
The courtyard was vast.
And it was Nelson’s first visit to the manor, and he had no idea where to go.
He decided to simply call Finnegan Springs.
The ringtone rang weakly and reached Nelson’s ears.
As the saint of Azure Mountain, his perception was extraordinary.
Even sounds that ordinary people couldn’t hear were noticeable to him.
No one answered.
Following the direction from which the sound came, Nelson walked step by step.
The Donovan Family was wealthy and had bought a whole mountain top to build thousands of square meters of luxurious estate here.
There were lots of forests around, and the air was fresh, very suitable for living.
Walking along a cobblestone path, the ringing of the phone became clearer.
But still, no one answered.
Strange.
Could he be busy?
Nelson put away his phone and hurriedly walked with his belongings.
At last.
When he reached the summit, he saw a table.
On the table were a cake and candles.
Even red wine was present.
On the ground, there was a scattered rose.
It seemed like someone was lying in the chair next to the table.
"Branley?"
Nelson walked up to the chair, narrowing his eyes suddenly!
Branley Sinclair was dead!
His throat was slit!
The blood had already congealed!
"Finnegan!"
Nelson instinctively shouted!
After all, Finnegan was Dawson Carmichael’s most beloved nephew.
Branley Sinclair had been murdered, and Finnegan Springs was missing, his whereabouts unknown!
She threw her belongings on the ground and drew her Longsword!
"Finnegan Springs!"
Nelson cried out.
Still no response.
Just as she was about to search, a chill suddenly came from behind her!
Clang!
Nelson turned and struck with her sword!
Sparks flew everywhere!
In front of her stood an old man.
"Nelson?"
The old man asked.
"Yes! Who are you?" Nelson narrowed her eyes, sizing up the old man.
Branley Sinclair’s death might be related to the man before her!
But she was not sure.
"Did you kill the person?"
Nelson asked sternly, "Where is Finnegan Springs!"
"Was it not you who killed him?" As the old man’s words fell, he thrust a sword out of thin air!
Clang!
Nelson’s Longsword swept across, sparking again.
"Who are you!"
After two strikes, she had gauged the old man’s strength.
Far beyond her own.
She definitely could not defeat him in battle.
But not fighting wasn’t an option, Finnegan Springs’s life was uncertain.
Nelson couldn’t bear to see him harmed.
If Dawson Carmichael found out, he would be in immense pain.
"Young girl, do you have any relation with the Holy Master?"
the old man asked.
"No!"
Nelson denied outright.
Now Julius Reed was using an Elaenor Wood mask, concealing his true identity.
She couldn’t possibly reveal this.
Even if it meant her death.
"But I heard that you and the Holy Master have an unusual relationship," Ishmael Will remarked, holding a three-foot Longsword, asking casually.
"If you want to fight, fight, less nonsense!"
Azure Mountain people were belligerent, and Nelson was no different in not wanting to admit defeat.
She knew she couldn’t win, but still charged forward.
Clang! Clang!
Ishmael Will flicked two strikes, his sword tip already at Nelson’s throat.
"Not bad, among your peers, you are outstanding."
He withdrew his Longsword and lunged forward.
Bang!
His finger fiercely touched the back of Nelson, who felt her entire body weaken and collapsed to the ground.
Her eyes, however, held a deep fighting spirit!
"Let me tell you a story."
Ishmael Will plunged his Longsword into the ground, crossed his arms.
He looked up at the now dark sky, fetched a chair,
sat at the table, and skillfully opened a bottle of red wine, pouring it into a glass.
Glug.
He drank half a glass.
"Once, there was a person who thought he was invincible. Yet invincibility is a kind of loneliness. So, he purposely added challenges to his life, deciding to live as an ordinary person."
Ishmael Will lifted his wine glass, gently swirling it: "He said, for many years, he hadn’t tried being an ordinary person. Despite being invincible, even when mixing with the crowd, he felt out of place."
"So, knowing his opponent had poisoned him, he acted unaware and slowly awaited the poison to take effect."
"During that time, he arranged for three people to do three things. He well knew, unless he faced a mishap, many people would only harbor hatred in their hearts. Thus, he feigned amnesia, becoming an ordinary person, experiencing all walks of life. And those who hated him surged forth!"
"As for those three people, they wouldn’t appear unless absolutely necessary."
Ishmael Will shook his head, looking towards Nelson: "If you weren’t his woman, I would’ve killed you already."
Having said that, regardless of Nelson’s shocked expression, Ishmael Will picked up the wine bottle, taking large gulps.
Then, he violently drew the Longsword from the ground!
Slash!
Sword Qi surged!
Finnegan Springs, who had been crouching under the window listening to their conversation, was directly slain by the Sword Qi.
"Sneaky, petty fellows."
Ishmael Will shook his head, looking at the empty wine bottle in hand with a trace of lingering desire, he picked up his Longsword and left.
"Tell him for me, The North Sea won’t make it! His real enemy is Pendleton."
He disappeared before finishing his words.
