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Chapter 1252: Chapter 1252: Python Robe
The night stretches endlessly.
Everton Davenport experiences insomnia for the second time in his life.
The first time was when he led his troops northward, attacking Demarco Mount.
Back then, he dreamt of becoming the Emperor, dreaming of unifying the whole world in a grand imperial dream!
But reality harshly slapped him in the face.
Now, Everton Davenport is sleepless again.
As if overnight,
The North Sea no longer has anyone he can trust.
His own trusted ministers turned out to be spies!
Traitors!
If he can’t trust the Left and Right Ministers, who can he trust? 𝔫𝔬𝖛𝖕𝔲𝖇.𝖈𝖔𝖒
The sky gradually brightens.
Boom!
Outside the grand hall of The North Sea Heavenly Palace, the sound of a large bell resonates.
"Sigh!"
Everton Davenport sighs, dragging his tired body, and walks out of the sleeping chamber.
The eastern sky begins to show a sliver of white, like the belly of a fish.
And the entire Heavenly Palace is located at a very low position.
As the sun slowly rises, the palace also gradually rises in height.
Julius Reed, even now, has no idea that he is up in the heavens.
When he arrived, he pretended to be unconscious, trapped inside a large box, with no way to tell.
Boom!
At this moment,
A knock on the door is heard.
"Lord Consort, it’s the Assistant Minister of Rites. The robe prepared for you has been sent over by His Majesty, are you awake?"
"Come in."
Julius Reed quickly dresses and steps down from the bed, glancing at the clock.
Six in the morning.
The style of the room and the surrounding high-rise buildings is pretty similar, all modern in design.
The door, too, is a thick armored one.
The ceiling light fixture is very luxurious, probably quite expensive.
Walking to the door, Julius Reed pushes it open and sees a man and two women standing in front of him.
One of them in court attire, presumably the Assistant Minister of Rites.
The other two women are maidservants of The North Sea.
"Lord Consort, in three hours, the coronation ceremony will commence! This python robe prepared for you by His Majesty is of the highest standard! Look..."
The Assistant Minister of Rites points to the dragon pattern on the chest of the robe symbolizing The North Sea: "A six-clawed golden dragon!"
"Thank you."
Julius Reed nods his head and grabs the clothes.
The fabric is soft but durable.
Expensive material, no expense spared.
Another woman holds a steel helmet in her hand.
And a set of North Sea battle armor!
"The python robe is worn during the coronation ceremony. During your engagement ceremony with the princess, you should wear this steel battle armor. It is our North Sea people’s tradition not to be without armor," proudly explains the Assistant Minister of Rites.
"Back in the day, when His Majesty was on his northern campaign, our North Sea soldiers even slept in their armor!"
The more he talks, the more excited the Assistant Minister of Rites becomes, as if he witnessed that great battle himself!
"So, we lost the country?"
Julius Reed raises an eyebrow and asks.
"This..." The Assistant Minister of Rites is extremely embarrassed, his face flushes red, and he chuckles: "Lord Consort, would you first see if the clothes fit? His Majesty had the tailor take your measurements while you were unconscious. But clothes must be tried on to know if they truly fit."
Is this the The North Sea’s Consort?
It’s discourteous to hit someone in the face!
Keep in mind, the entire North Sea takes pride in that national battle!
Right now, as The North Sea is about to reclaim its nationhood, it urgently needs to boost morale!
Yet, the Lord Consort speaks such disheartening words!
Bad luck!
Bad luck!
The Assistant Minister of Rites, learned and reasonable, is a cultured man.
If it weren’t for the other party’s status, he would have already started cursing.
"Hurry and help the Lord Consort change."
He could only grumble at the two maidservants.
"Yes."
The maid hurriedly lifted her leg, intending to walk towards the house.
"No need, I’ll do it myself."
Julius Reed held the python robe in his left hand and the battle armor in his right hand.
He turned around and closed the door.
Directly leaving the Assistant Minister of Rites and two maids with a closed door.
Inside the room, there was a spacious floor-to-ceiling mirror.
Julius Reed changed into the python robe.
Imposing!
However, it would be much better if the python on it were replaced with a dragon.
After all, the python still looks petty.
When he reopened the door, the Assistant Minister of Rites was scolding the two maids.
"It must be because your attitude wasn’t enthusiastic enough that [you] made the son-in-law close the door on us! If you displease the son-in-law, I will let you taste the punishment of falling!"
"We know our mistake."
The maids were so frightened that their faces turned pale.
"Falling punishment? What is that?"
Julius Reed adjusted the sleeves of his python robe and asked indifferently.
The clothes fit very well and were quite comfortable to wear.
It’s evident that the materials used were high quality.
Not much different from the rags he used at Demarco Mount.
At least they are wearable.
"Answering the son-in-law," the Assistant Minister of Rites was startled to see Julius Reed suddenly appear.
He quickly bent down, lowering his head, "The falling punishment is to throw a person down from the highest point of the Heavenly Palace at midday so that they are smashed alive."
"The Heavenly Palace?"
Julius Reed wasn’t concerned but waved his hand, "Alright, don’t disturb me unless it’s necessary."
"Yes!"
The Assistant Minister of Rites glared at the two maids, "Move quickly and leave!"
...
The entrance of the son-in-law’s room was deserted, but the North Sea was bustling.
Guests had mostly chosen to come today, and compared to last night, the number of visitors had increased at least by a factor of two.
"I heard that the Arhat of Homicide from the West Sea, last night, issued a challenge, vowing to kill the North Sea son-in-law. Today, it’s uncertain if the Arhat of Homicide will show up."
"If that’s indeed the case, then there’s something exciting to watch."
"Recently, the North Sea has indeed been unsettled. I heard that last night the Northern King himself convened a court meeting. Let’s pray today runs smoothly."
The visiting guests gathered together, discussing matters related to the North Sea.
"Look quickly!"
Suddenly, someone pointed towards the entrance of the Heavenly Palace.
A troop carrying the battle flag of the North Sea approached majestically.
Leading the group was a woman in battle armor riding a tall, majestic horse, exuding a heroic aura.
Behind the woman, the Town North King held the flag with one hand, his face expressionless.
Following further were the soldiers of the North Sea.
"It’s Baylor Davenport!"
Someone pointed at the woman on the horse, "The North Sea Princess! Today, she is the one engaged to the son-in-law."
"Unexpectedly, she’s a great beauty."
The sect members watched with great interest.
They had heard that Baylor Davenport was Everton Davenport’s favorite daughter, they were very curious about the North Sea son-in-law, who he exactly was.
Since yesterday, the guests hadn’t seen what the North Sea son-in-law looked like.
"Daughter!"
On the grand avenue of the Heavenly Palace.
Even though Everton Davenport had not slept all night, there was not a trace of fatigue on his face.
He walked over with a smile to greet his beloved daughter.
"Father!"
Baylor Davenport dismounted and knelt on one knee before Everton Davenport, both hands clasped in a fist, "Daughter wishes long prosperity for the father’s reign and good health."
"Rise!"
Everton Davenport walked over with a smile, helped his daughter up, and looked towards Town North King who wasn’t far away, "Pendleton, how are things going there?"
His voice was very low, and coupled with the surrounding North Sea people, those from outside couldn’t hear clearly.
"Reporting to the King, Andrew has received your letter. He says that the time of the Alliance Hierarch is running out. Within a day, Andrew will surely succeed him!"
Town North King responded respectfully.
"Good!" Everton Davenport nodded his head, extending a hand, "Daughter, follow me into the palace."
"Father, why don’t we see the Left Minister and Right Minister?" Baylor Davenport looked around and did not see the two prime ministers.
Normally, the Left and Right Ministers would inseparably accompany.
"Let’s talk inside." The smile on Everton Davenport’s face vanished immediately.
Instead, a look of murderous intent appeared!
