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Chapter 1258: Chapter 1258 Baylor Davenport’s Thoughts
Get married?
Hearing these two words, Baylor Davenport’s world spun, and she nearly fainted on the spot.
The words were hers.
No coercion.
Nearly a thousand people were present, all hearing her clearly.
If she backed out now, The North Sea would truly have no shame.
Gulp.
Everton Davenport swallowed hard, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
His face paled.
He shakily took out a handkerchief, his nose quivering slightly.
His mind went blank.
The gods and buddhas of the West Sea...
This time, The North Sea might have no choice but to stand firm.
Otherwise, what hope of restoration could they speak of?
"Congratulations to the King of The North Sea, congratulations to Princess Baylor Davenport, on securing such a fine son-in-law!"
A woman from Bead Pulse with her face covered stepped forward, standing in front of Baylor Davenport and Everton Davenport: "In celebration of The North Sea’s joy, I will present the Divine Dragon Tripod during the princess’s wedding tonight."
The Divine Dragon Tripod!
As these three words were spoken, everyone’s gaze converged on the masked woman.
Everton Davenport’s head buzzed, feeling numb.
Shouldn’t such matters be discussed in secret?
Now it was out in the open for all to know!
"Why is the Divine Dragon Tripod in the possession of your Bead Pulse?"
Someone questioned: "Wasn’t the Divine Dragon Tripod taken by Mad Dragon from Shadow Gate?"
"Indeed! In that battle, many of our sect members were gravely wounded or killed, but it is also known that the Divine Dragon Tripod is in the hands of Mad Dragon."
Facing the queries, the masked woman did not argue: "I merely said that the Divine Dragon Tripod is in my possession. If you do not believe it, then assume I’m lying."
"This..."
Everyone exchanged glances, finding it hard to distinguish truth from falsehood.
This uncontestable silence, without explanation, was most puzzling.
"Princess, when will the wedding be concluded?"
Julius Reed, stepping on the head of the Arhat of Homicide, shouted loudly.
Wasn’t this nauseating to oneself?
Then let’s see, who suffers more.
"This... Baylor, what do you think..." Everton Davenport was at a loss for a decision for a moment.
The North Sea had won an advantage over the West Sea.
Either way, they would provoke the West Sea, so Everton Davenport decided to relish the prestige brought about by slaughtering the Arhat of Homicide rather than worry about the consequences.
Based on his understanding of the gods and buddhas of the West Sea, they wouldn’t just overlook the fact that their Arhat was killed because of a personal apology.
Arrogant and domineering!
That was the trademark of the West Sea.
"Marry!"
Baylor Davenport clenched her teeth, her voice low and heavy: "Such a man is worthy of me, Baylor Davenport. Tonight, I shall fulfill my promise and marry the Prince!"
Now she was on the tiger’s back and could not dismount!
If she denied the marriage, The North Sea would surely become a laughingstock.
"Good!"
Everton Davenport was both excited and sorrowful.
Excited because The North Sea had gained a fine general who could completely replace the Right and Second Ministers.
But sorrowful because his original thought was to unite all forces and conquer Demarco Mount.
Now, they probably had to face retaliation from the West Sea.
"Congratulations to your Majesty!"
The masked woman from Bead Pulse smiled, bowing slightly as a sign of respect: "At the wedding, I will definitely fulfill my promise and present the Divine Dragon Tripod."
Having said that, she turned and left, heading towards the guest resting area of the Eight-direction palace.
The platform for appointing generals had already collapsed.
The ceremony for bestowing kingship might have to be postponed.
But the wedding was unexpectedly pushed forward.
The sect members’ view of Julius Reed was somewhat different now.
Who exactly was this youth, to be able to obliterate the Arhat of Homicide?
Only Ishmael Will remained unaffected.
The sovereign of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was right there, yet it was laughable these people still fancied themselves storming into Demarco Mount.
"Dismissed!"
Everton Davenport swept his sleeve and strode toward the grand hall.
Meanwhile, the distinguished guests originally there to watch the ceremony of bestowing kingship never expected to have the fortune to attend a wedding instead.
Since that’s the case, everyone might as well stay, leave tomorrow or tonight.
The North Sea obtaining such a good general, everybody had to start taking it seriously.
"Baylor, are you really willing?"
In the inner hall of the North Sea.
Everton Davenport wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, looking towards Baylor Davenport who faced the window.
To this day, he still felt a lingering fear.
That young man actually won!
After a brief exchange in the open space, Everton Davenport knew just how terrifying the Arhat of Homicide’s strength was.
Such a monstrous contender, across the whole North Sea, only the Right Minister could barely match him.
Keep in mind, the Right Minister represents the pinnacle of martial combat strength in the entire North Sea.
Unless Everton Davenport himself took action, nobody could subdue the Arhat of Homicide.
But.
The North Sea’s Prince struck fiercely, giving everyone a slap in the face.
With a single sword strike, he severed the head of the Arhat of Homicide.
Sending him to the western paradise.
The Arhat of Homicide failed to convert others, but ended up converting himself.
Now, Baylor Davenport was forced by pressure to hastily marry.
Everton Davenport’s heart was filled with mixed feelings.
Especially after experiencing the betrayal of the Right and Second Ministers, his emotions were very sensitive.
"Having spoken, if I do not marry, the reputation of the North Sea will be in tatters, becoming a laughingstock. Not only will the world mock the North Sea for being untrustworthy, even future words from us will carry no weight."
Baylor Davenport turned around, looked at her father, and helplessly said: "I have no choice. Who told me... to look down on that person."
She had already prepared to send off that stranger of a young man in a funeral.
Want to marry her?
Impossible.
But now, she jumped into the pit she dug for herself.
Baylor Davenport’s mood was complex.
"Even taking ten thousand steps back, being able to kill Mad Dragon, and at least an Arhat, at such a young age is one in ten thousand. If truly married, it wouldn’t be mistreating my daughter."
She could only console herself in this way.
Mad Dragon, ah!
A presence like a dominator!
The West Sea is equally overbearing!
Yet two tyrannical and strong individuals, both died at the hands of this young man.
"Then I’ll arrange the Ministry of Rites to start preparing for the wedding."
Everton Davenport hesitated, then got up and left.
After he was gone, Baylor Davenport stomped her foot hard and gave herself a slap on the face.
"Serve your mouth right!"
Slap!
If it weren’t for her looking down on that young man, why would she be forced to this state.
"If you dare to lay your hands on me, I will definitely chop off your life root!" Baylor Davenport looked at the steel knife in her sleeve, and the Knockout Drug, and said viciously.
Outside.
The sound of gongs and drums, lanterns and streamers.
"Larkin Weather."
Julius Reed dressed in a python robe, strolled around the North Sea, coincidentally bumping into Larkin Weather who was busy working.
"Oh my! Prince!"
Thump!
Larkin Weather knelt on the ground, so scared that he wet his pants.
Today, when he saw Julius Reed on the stage, he was dumbfounded.
Isn’t this... the newcomer who gifted him something?
How the hell did he become the King of the South?
But fortunately, the West Sea sent people to kill this young man.
Dead, he too would be safe.
But he never expected that this young man not only killed people from the West Sea but even married the princess that very day!
Now, he not only offended the King of the South but also the Prince!
Larkin Weather cried.
"Get up quickly, I’m not holding it against you." Julius Reed helped him up and asked quietly: "Where are the people from Bead Pulse?"
"This..."
Larkin Weather’s eyes flicked, pointing to a small bungalow not far away: "There! Prince, please spare me..."
Before he could finish speaking, Julius Reed had already disappeared.
Arriving outside the room pointed out by Larkin Weather, Julius Reed tiptoed over.
Looking through the cracks in the window into the room.
At this moment.
There was only one woman inside the room, slowly lifting her veil.
