NOVEL Legend of Dragon Son-in-law Chapter 1270: Lurking

Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1270: Lurking
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Chapter 1270: Chapter 1270: Lurking

"Mr. Devlin."

Upon learning that Devlin was from the Bead Pulse, the Left Minister behaved quite politely.

He threw the hidden weapons box on the ground and bowed deeply, "Your Excellency, for intruding into peril and saving my life, I, I, am immensely grateful."

"I don’t want to exchange pleasantries."

Devlin leaned against the prison wall, his right hand ceaselessly twiddling a cigarette butt, "So tell me, what’s the purpose of Bead sending you here?"

"Huh?"

The Left Minister was somewhat puzzled.

Bead sends someone to save him, so why ask these questions?

"Mr. Devlin, this matter is top secret. Even within the Bead Pulse, I can’t reveal it to anyone."

After saying this, he sized up Devlin with a strange look in his eyes, "You shouldn’t be asking such questions."

"But I already did."

Devlin threw away the cigarette butt, took off his leather gloves, revealing hands full of scars.

"Your hands..."

Slap!

Before the Left Minister could recover, Devlin slapped him across the face.

Clear and loud.

It left the Left Minister completely dazed.

"Speak."

Devlin coldly uttered, with an undeniable tone, "What is Bead’s real purpose for having you infiltrated in The North Sea?"

The Left Minister subconsciously touched his swollen face, frowning, "You hit me? And now order me around? Within the Bead Pulse, my status is higher than yours!"

Having been the highest-ranking civil official in The North Sea for many years, accustomed to privilege and respect, when has he ever suffered such humiliation?

A slap in the face?

It’s said one should not strike the face when hitting someone!

"Out of consideration for you saving me, kneel and knock your head on the ground, and I’ll spare you this once! Otherwise, you only have one path left—death."

The Left Minister’s tone carried a trace of indifference, a hint of anger, and a great deal of fury.

"You’re failing to recognize your own position!"

He extended his hand, pointing at Devlin.

"Kneel down!"

Inside the Bead Pulse, the Left Minister had a very special identity.

Apart from Isabella Warm, no one dared to talk to him like this.

And now, has some nobody dared to slap him across the face?

"It seems like if I don’t make a move, you’re not planning to talk," Devlin said, putting on his leather gloves, taking a step back.

"What do you want to do!"

The Left Minister asked warily, his face darkening.

He, after all, was a Grandmaster, while the man before him was only an ordinary Martial Artist.

The Left Minister truly couldn’t understand, what audacity did this person dressed in black have to speak to him this way?

Snap!

Before he could react, he felt a severe pain in his knee!

Subsequently, the Left Minister fell to his knees, his complexion instantly turning ashen.

"Speak."

Devlin nodded towards Granny Xihua, crouched down, and looked at the Left Minister.

"Your last chance."

He took out a small knife from his bosom, one hand lifting the Left Minister’s chin, the other pressing the blade against the Left Minister’s neck.

"I never joke around with people."

Cold sweat was streaming down the Left Minister’s forehead.

The old woman!

He had overlooked the old woman behind him!

That was a Grandmaster!

As a result, his legs were broken by a rod.

At the site of the injury, bits of bone pierced through the cloth, sticking out.

It was gruesome.

Blood also dribbled down his pants.

"You’re not people from Bead Pulse!"

The Left Minister gritted his teeth, speaking ferociously.

"Not?"

Devlin applied a bit more pressure with the small knife, and a minute cut immediately appeared on the Left Minister’s neck.

It was tiny, but blood began to seep out.

"Whether we are from Bead Pulse or not is irrelevant now. What’s important is that my knife is already at your throat. Don’t test my patience."

He said, his hand gradually applying more force.

"I can’t possibly speak!" The Left Minister looked up, his throat moving, "Bead will surely find out about this! When that time comes, you’ll all be dead."

"The future is uncertain, who can say for sure?"

Devlin increased the pressure in his hand again.

"I’ll speak..."

The Left Minister’s complexion wildly changed; he could distinctly feel the knife nearly cutting into his windpipe!

Moreover, the masked man before him really dared to kill him.

"I’m serious."

Devlin retracted the knife, stating coldly, "Your last chance."

"Huff!"

The Left Minister calmed his emotions, began to speak resentfully, "Bead planned a conspiracy. That year... during the rebellion in The North Sea, Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance had wind of it early. Alas, the Lord was not around, and someone within Demarco Mount colluded with The North Sea, leading to the North Sea rebels at one point storming to the doors of Thunderpeak Hall, less than three kilometers from the hall itself!"

"Are you saying that Bead plotted the battle of The North Sea?" Devlin squinted his eyes.

Things seemed to be different from what he understood.

He was involved in the planning of the Lord’s amnesia and even personally established the Radcliffe Family, assigning himself the identity of Yaron Radcliffe.

Including the Lord’s marriage into the family, marrying Quella Radcliffe.

All these were planned by Devlin.

Thunderpeak Hall was fully responsible.

However, at that time, Thunderpeak Hall was still under the command of the Royal Pulse.

Among the Seven Veins, the most mysterious and noble!

The Royal Pulse could even dominate over Pendleton!

Especially when Pendleton came to its seventh generation, it was no longer able to command the Royal Pulse.

But the Royal Pulse was secretive, rarely acting in person.

Combining the words of the Left Minister, Devlin was full of doubts.

"No! Leander did not participate in the planning!" The Left Minister clenched his teeth as he spoke, "The one who participated in planning The North Sea rebellion was also a maid of the Holy Master. That maid colluded with The North Sea king from within and without, leading to the war back then! Leander sent me to The North Sea firstly to investigate the truth, and secondly, to control the every move of The North Sea king."

"Not Leander?"

Not just Devlin, even Granny Xihua was somewhat surprised.

Many people thought it was Isabella Warm behind the scenes in the battle of The North Sea.

After all, as the Vein Holder of the Bead Pulse, she had been lurking beside the Holy Master for over a century.

Wasn’t it to overthrow the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance?

"It’s not!" The Left Minister bowed his head, sighed, and said: "Are you really people of the Bead Pulse?"

"Yes."

Devlin nodded: "Continue."

"If you were not from the Bead Pulse, I would have betrayed Leander and could not still be alive. If you are, then it does not matter."

The Left Minister raised his head, looking at Devlin: "Among those who participated in the rebellion back then, were members of the Night! The Night Fairy, Kyler Reed, played an extremely important role. Leander has been investigating who exactly is behind the Night."

"What have you found during your years in The North Sea?"

Devlin’s mask was somewhat wet.

That was sweat.

Such important secrets, yet he was completely unaware.

What else was Leander hiding?

How many secrets does the Bead Pulse have?

"Findings?" The Left Minister shook his head, silent for three seconds.

"My findings, you should ask Leander yourself."

He suddenly leaned forward, his chest hitting directly onto the knife in Devlin’s hand.

"Damn it!"

The usually refined Devlin rarely cursed!

"Dammit, Terry Moore!"

After cursing, he felt something strange.

Terry Moore?

Why does that sound so familiar?

Why did it slip out so naturally?

Looking at the now dead Left Minister on the ground, Devlin held his head, somewhat out of sorts.

"If Leander asks, it will be hard for me to hide it."

Granny Xihua stood aside, watching coldly.

"I will take care of this matter!"

Devlin, through his hood, touched his nose, feeling cold sweat streaming down his head.

The battle of The North Sea.

The maid conspiring with the enemy.

If not Leander, then who?

Meanwhile.

In the palace of The North Sea.

The wedding bells would ring.

The wedding is to be held in half an hour.

PS: I must first apologize, the updates have indeed been slow recently.

For some unknown reason, even writing until three in the morning, I can only produce two Chapters.

Maybe it’s due to poor condition, or perhaps some fatigue.

In any case, I feel that I have let everyone down.

From July 16, 2019, when this book was first posted, to today—

July 16, 2020.

A whole year!

In the span of a year, regardless of the weather, holidays, or even sickness and hospital stays, I’ve persisted in writing at least 4,000 words daily.

Even if monthly earnings are just a few hundred, I persist.

So rest assured, this book will not be abandoned unfinished, nor will I stop without completing it, and certainly, I will not dilute the content.

When writing began, it was all about pursuing a hobby and making friends.

Along the way, I’ve faced many difficulties,

Including anxiety, stress, and confusion.

Thankfully, with the company of all the reader friends, I’ve managed to persevere.

A year has passed, and I’m inevitably a bit emotional.

This is Jesse River’s first book, and it’s taken a whole year to write.

The book feels like my girlfriend, accompanying me every day.

And to all the reader friends, I am grateful for your companionship over the past year.

Going forward, I will work hard to make every story excellent, n𝚘𝚟𝚙𝚞𝚋.𝚌o𝚖

Striving to add even more excitement.

Thank you all for your tolerance, understanding, and criticism.

I read every comment.

Since I don’t have any drafts saved up, I can only write after work into the late night, and the output can be less when I’m not in the best state.

I’m truly not trying to keep you in suspense!

Regarding some saying that Chapters are getting shorter, out of over a thousand Chapters, each has more than 2,000 words, which you can count.

(Writing for a year, I have much to say, so I want to talk a bit more with everyone, please be kind and don’t scold me this time for being too wordy. Because every time I leave a comment, I get scolded; it’s been a long time since I’ve posted a PS.)

The humble author wishes all the readers good health and all the best.

(I will post more during the day, starting with two Chapters.)

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