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Chapter 1263: Chapter 1263: A Lesson
"Investigate who exactly this Prince Consort from The North Sea is."
Isabella Warm’s authoritative voice came through the receiver: "Mad Dragon can’t possibly be dead. He’s the Holy Master; if he were killed, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance would have been in turmoil by now. But strangely, our Holy Master seems to be cooperating with this Prince Consort and has yet to come out to refute the rumors. Moreover, Seven Clouds Academy has vanished from the world."
"Leander, I have something to report to you." Devlin walked out of the crematorium, lighting a cigarette with Ansel Danvers’ ashes.
Blue light flickered at the tip of the cigarette.
Indeed, the ashes emitted a faint glow.
"I bumped into Elwood Thornycroft getting intimate with the Prince Consort from The North Sea when Granny Xihua and I entered her room." Devlin hesitated but still reported, "I have a feeling that something’s not right. Unless Elwood Thornycroft and the Prince Consort knew each other from before, how could they get so affectionate in such a short time?"
Since he can’t control Elwood Thornycroft, let Leander handle it.
Holding grudges is not just talk.
"Something like this happened?" After hearing Devlin’s words, Isabella Warm was also surprised on the other end of the phone: "Are you sure it’s not an act?"
"Granny Xihua burst in suddenly, without any warning. By the time she pushed the door open, the two were already tangled in bed, clothes disheveled. According to Granny Xihua, Elwood Thornycroft was mostly undressed. And the Prince Consort from The North Sea had many lipstick marks on his face."
Devlin spoke truthfully.
"Let’s watch and see, Elwood Thornycroft’s identity is quite special. For the time being, don’t stir up trouble with the imperial lineage." After being silent for a minute, Isabella Warm instructed, "Check the true identity of the Prince Consort from The North Sea. Also, connect me with someone."
"Who?"
Devlin asked.
"Elaenor Wood, your old friend." Isabella Warm’s voice became much softer: "He promised me he would spare you for now."
"But..."
Devlin took a deep breath, his nervousness evident.
"I trust him." Isabella Warm’s tone returned to its usual coldness: "And I can keep you safe."
After saying that, the phone call was disconnected.
"Hisss..."
Devlin took a fierce drag of his cigarette, trembling as he flicked the cigarette butt into Ansel Danvers’ ashes.
Then he turned and left.
Was it time to meet, after all?
It was indeed destiny!
Unavoidable.
For the first time in his life, Devlin felt such pain.
He squatted down, trembling as he pulled off his leather gloves, looking at his hands.
They were already scarred all over.
Wearing a mask wasn’t for mystery, but because his face was covered in scars.
Wearing black leather gloves wasn’t to be cruel; it’s just that those hands would scare people.
"Elaenor Wood, you think I betrayed Sealing Pulse in search of immortality. But do you know what Pendleton did to me?" Devlin stood up, once again resuming his aloof demeanor.
He put his gloves back on and muttered to himself, "I live for three things. To kill Granny Xihua, to exterminate the descendants of Pendleton, and..."
Devlin sneered at himself: "Sooner or later, I will let you know that it was no accident that I defeated you to become the Vein Holder back then. You will never understand my strategies in this life."
With that, he walked towards the center of the imperial court.
...
After leaving Elwood Thornycroft’s room, Julius Reed straightened his python robe and wandered around The North Sea imperial court.
The battle with the Arhat of Homicide had exposed him to everyone’s eyes.
Hiding would only make people suspicious.
It was better to come out and converse proactively to avoid suspicion.
There was a wedding feast to be held in the evening, and The North Sea imperial court was bustling with activity.
As there had been no advance preparations, the ministers hurriedly arranged things, frantically busy.
At that time, Baylor Davenport was in a foul mood and took her personal maid out for a walk.
It is said that enemies often cross paths.
Just as they stepped out of Everton Davenport’s palace, they bumped into Julius Reed face to face.
"Princess."
Julius Reed approached and bowed slightly: "What a coincidence."
At that moment, Baylor Davenport hadn’t even noticed him.
Upon hearing the sound of speaking, Julius Reed turned his head around.
The color drained from his face, and he suddenly looked unsightly.
Back in Gonzalez City, the two had crossed paths.
At that time, Baylor Davenport was disguised as Anna Harris, and her appearance was indistinguishable from Anna Harris’s.
It was only now, stripped of her disguise,
that Julius Reed saw Baylor Davenport’s true face for the first time.
It has to be said, she was much more beautiful than Anna Harris.
A dainty oval face, and willow-like delicate brows.
They exuded a spiritual charm.
"What’s the matter?"
Baylor Davenport’s gaze lingered on Julius Reed’s face, somewhat annoyed she asked: "Where have you been fooling around?"
Elwood Thorneycroft’s bright red lipstick marks were clearly imprinted on Julius Reed’s face, on his mouth, and even on his forehead.
In several spots.
After all, as a princess, even if Baylor Davenport did not like Julius Reed, seeing her consort acting so indecently was naturally enough to make her seethe with anger.
"Ah."
Julius Reed touched his face and said with a light laugh: "Stickers, I bought stickers."
This sort of lie that not even a three-year-old child would believe, naturally, Baylor Davenport wouldn’t believe it either.
"Stickers from where? I’ll buy some too."
Baylor Davenport watched Julius Reed with a cold sneer: "No matter how you regard me, remember one thing. I’m the princess of The North Sea, and you are the consort of The North Sea! Regardless of how far we can go in the future, at the very least, do not disgrace me in front of others. Understand?" 𝚗ovp𝚞b.𝚌om
The illustrious consort of The North Sea, to actually fool around with another woman on his wedding day?
Baylor Davenport was already calculating how to turn this man into a eunuch, to solve all problems at once.
Not only would she not have to worry about being violated, but she also wouldn’t need to worry about the consort messing around behind her back with other women.
"I don’t understand."
Julius Reed shrugged his shoulders, intentionally wanting to provoke Princess Baylor Davenport’s temper.
Little thing!
Daring to impersonate Anna Harris to trick him, she had to pay a price.
"Don’t understand?"
Baylor Davenport walked over, took out a small mirror from her pocket, and shouted angrily: "Take a look in the mirror, see whose vixen’s lipstick is on your face! Remember, you are representing The North Sea now, not just yourself! Don’t embarrass me!"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
"This is not a vixen, it’s just a beautiful accident." Julius Reed shamelessly touched his face, walked over and grabbed Baylor Davenport’s right hand.
"What are you doing!"
Whoosh!
Baylor Davenport instinctively struck out!
But what could her abilities do against Julius Reed?
In less than a second, both her hands were controlled in a strange position by Julius Reed.
"Princess!"
The maid said anxiously: "Consort, what are you planning to do to the princess?"
"Guess?"
Julius Reed let out a light chuckle, gradually increasing the pressure of his hands.
At this moment, Baylor Davenport was like a little chick, bent over by the force, both embarrassed and annoyed.
"This is The North Sea, if you dare to take liberties with me, do you believe my father will have your dog head chopped off!"
Baylor Davenport clenched her teeth and shouted.
This quarrel attracted the attention of many foreign guests and The North Sea courtiers.
Everyone gathered around to watch, temporarily unclear of what had happened.
"What are you looking at, haven’t you ever seen a man disciplining his own wife?"
Smack!
Under the watchful eyes of the public, Julius Reed slapped Baylor Davenport on the behind.
