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Chapter 1241: Chapter 1241 Family Disgrace
Deep Cold has always been fundamentally different from other organizations.
The North Sea is an imperial court, a dynasty.
Before Demarco Mount’s Wolf Cavalry stormed into Ivory Bay, it was one of the rare independent regimes. 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓅𝓊𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
Even if the nation perished,
Everton Davenport, upon arriving in Star City, quickly established a small imperial court.
Including this magnificent palace, which even the martial world’s largest organization, Deep Cold, couldn’t rival.
Now, a soldier with a strange smell rushed into the Eight-direction palace, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
Such a lack of decorum.
And the smell on this soldier...
"Your Majesty!"
Thump!
The soldier knelt before Everton Davenport, bowing his head in worship.
"How audacious! How dare you barge into the Eight-direction palace, have you no sense of decorum at all!" Everton Davenport’s face was as still as water.
As he grew angry, numerous guards immediately rushed over from the entrance.
"Why didn’t you stop him!"
Everton Davenport was furious!
All the guests in the Eight-direction palace turned their eyes here.
No decorum.
A complete loss of face for the North Sea!
"Your Majesty!"
Standing at the entrance, the commanding guard knelt on one knee, explaining, "This soldier claimed there was an urgent matter, we feared delaying state affairs..."
"What matter?"
Everton Davenport coldly commanded, "Speak!"
"Your Majesty, this..."
Although the soldier was scared to the point of paralysis, his mind still clung to a sliver of reason.
One should not air one’s dirty laundry in public.
The Deputy Commissioner of the North Sea being murdered, what did that prove?
It proved that the North Sea couldn’t even secure its own main camp!
Then how could the remaining guests feel safe staying here?
"But speak without worry!" Everton Davenport flung his sleeve and pointed at the soldier, "My North Sea’s actions are transparent, the guests present here are all our friends, speak! What exactly is the matter?"
Tomorrow was his daughter’s engagement ceremony with the dragon-slaying hero, and if any secretive issues were stirred up now, it could lead to unnecessary speculation.
"Deputy Commissioner Oracio Martin was assassinated in the restroom!"
The soldier steeled his heart, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
"What!"
Everton Davenport’s eyes widened, then he somewhat angrily said, "Say that again!"
"Commissioner’s Office Deputy Oracio Martin was killed in the restroom."
The soldier bowed his head.
The hall fell silent.
No one spoke.
But everyone was pondering.
Everton Davenport’s expression fluctuated wildly.
One should not air one’s dirty laundry in public, especially at this juncture.
"Your Majesty! There must be something suspicious about this matter, why not let your humble official investigate first?" The Left Minister immediately stepped forward to relieve the tension.
As the highest ranking civil servant, he needed to handle public relations.
"And this soldier looks panicked, reeking terribly! We can’t be sure if he’s a spy!" Without waiting for others to react, the Left Minister immediately ordered, "Guards! Take him away, I will personally interrogate him!"
"Yes!"
The guards pinched their noses, enduring the stench, and dragged the soldier away.
"What’s that smell?"
Someone asked.
"Stinky tofu maybe."
The North Sea ministers began to smooth things over.
"Isn’t that way too stinky?"
"Would it still be called stinky tofu if it didn’t stink?"
The room buzzed with discussions, and Everton Davenport’s face showed utter disgrace.
"Left Minister, you are to investigate this matter." He had to give himself a way out.
"Your Majesty!"
Just then, Granny Xihua, leaning on a golden cane, walked out from the crowd.
"We are guests here, yet assassinations occurring within your royal court truly surprise us."
Thunderpeak Hall, being the strongest organization in North America, naturally received an invitation from Everton Davenport.
Thus, Granny Xihua led Brysen Beaumont, along with members of the Cyber Corps, to attend the grand ceremony.
"Granny speaks sensibly, it’s my oversight. But rest assured, I will definitely uncover the truth and ensure everyone’s safety."
Everton Davenport cursed inwardly, "damn old hag," but outwardly, he still had to smile and say, "Under my rule, The North Sea kingdom is absolutely safe. As for the death of a minor official at the Commissioner’s Office, it might have been an accident."
There had been conflicts between Thunderpeak Hall and the small court of The North Sea, something he, as the King of The North Sea, was naturally aware of.
But despite the conflicts, Thunderpeak Hall, as an influential organization, could not be overlooked by The North Sea.
Especially since everyone had a common goal.
"Even so, people still die unexpectedly under your rule, and we don’t feel reassured."
Elder Yarrow also spoke.
He was a member of a martial sect, supremely skilled in martial arts, and was not worried about assassinations at all.
But at a critical moment, humiliating The North Sea king was something Elder Yarrow was very much inclined to.
Everyone knew that the King of The North Sea wanted to replace the Holy Master and become the ruler of Demarco Mount.
But who didn’t want that?
Strictly speaking, everyone present was both friend and enemy.
Before Demarco Mount was conquered, they were friends.
Once conquered, these people would immediately turn their backs!
"How can we trust you?"
Everton Davenport narrowed his eyes, his tone carrying a hint of indifference.
"First, find out the truth. Second, prove that The North Sea has the capability!" Elder Yarrow said with a smile.
"Ishmael Will!" The king of The North Sea called out coldly.
"At your service!"
From the crowd, an old man stepped forward.
Holding a wine glass in his hand, and a Longsword strapped to his back.
After he stepped forward, he neither bowed nor knelt.
He simply stood still, took a sip of wine.
"Prove to Elder Yarrow that we in The North Sea have the capability to protect them!" Everton Davenport snapped his robe sleeves and sat back down on the throne.
He watched coldly from the sidelines.
"Swords don’t have eyes, please forgive,"
Ishmael Will holding his wine glass, slightly bowed to Elder Yarrow,
"Coincidentally, I too am eager to witness the prowess of The North Sea’s heroes!"
With that!
Before the words were finished,
Elder Yarrow drew his sword!
A killing intent enveloped the entire Eight-direction palace!
"Too slow!"
Ishmael Will shook his head and took a step forward!
Just one step!
And he crossed several meters, arriving right in front of Elder Yarrow.
Swipe!
Elder Yarrow struck with his sword!
Shushan was renowned for its unique skills!
As an established martial sect, each elder had their own ultimate skill.
Snap!
But Ishmael Will did not dodge; he slightly tilted his body and grabbed Elder Yarrow’s wrist, forcefully twisting it!
Clang!
He actually managed to forcefully insert the Longsword back into its sheath.
"You have my respects!"
Gulp.
Ishmael Will took a sip of wine, then turned and left.
He did not give Elder Yarrow a second chance to strike.
"You!"
Elder Yarrow’s face turned red, and he stood there, not knowing what to do!
Humiliated!
As an elder of Shushan, he had only managed one strike!
And had his Longsword pushed back into its sheath!
This incident would likely spread all over the world tonight.
"Excellent skills!"
The Marshal was the first to start clapping, and vigorous applause followed from below.
Seeing Ishmael Will’s intervention, the other sect members who had been eager to try, all maintained their silence.
Too strong!
They were no match at all.
"To reassure everyone, I have decided to personally investigate!" Everton Davenport, sitting on the throne, pointed to an old man below, "Star City’s prefect, I command you in front of all the guests here, to clear up this matter! If there is no result within an hour, I will reward you with three feet of white silk!"
"Yes!"
The old man knelt on the ground with a ’thump,’ his head sweating profusely.
"Tell the Left Minister, bring the body of Oracio Martin here, right in this Eight-direction palace, in front of everyone, for the trial!" Everton Davenport coldly ordered.
