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Chapter 1271: Chapter 1271 Scapegoat
The prison was breached, and Everton Davenport was unaware.
The warden didn’t even manage to sound the alarm before being killed by Granny Xihua in the prison.
Seeing his son-in-law defeat the Arhat of Homicide, the King of the North Sea had mixed feelings.
There was joy in gaining such a capable general, but also concerns about becoming enemies with the West Sea.
In such times, making overtures to the West Sea willingly is akin to losing without a fight.
It would not only diminish the royal court’s dignity but also make them a laughing stock among the heroes.
The purpose of the North Sea was to overthrow Demarco Mount and reorganize the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
If they couldn’t even face the small West Sea, how could they contend with the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance?
Everton Davenport steeled his heart and decided to fight the West Sea till the end!
Gods are human too, and humans can be defeated!
As for the matters of the Left Minister and the Right Minister, he had no interest in dealing with them at the moment.
At this time.
Inside the great hall.
The courtiers of the North Sea changed into red ceremonial robes, looking very festive.
And foreign guests, standing on both sides, wanted to witness this meaningful wedding ceremony in the North Sea.
The reason being that the son-in-law of the North Sea first killed Mad Dragon and then the Arhat.
This outstanding young talent has caught the attention of various factions.
Especially with the ambitious nature of the King of the North Sea.
"It’s said that this year’s Grandmaster rankings are filled with extraordinary figures. Many legendary elders have broken out of seclusion, wanting to prove themselves. Do you think the son-in-law of the North Sea will join the fray?"
Some sect members whispered among themselves.
Grandmaster rankings!
The most authoritative list to prove a Grandmaster’s capabilities.
Each name is literally fought onto it.
However, in recent years, many have retreated from the public eye, and many active experts also choose to not participate in the Grandmaster ranking.
Just like the Forbes Wealth List, what everyone sees is just the tip of the iceberg.
The strong ones, some no longer care about fame.
Because many strong ones disdain to be evaluated by the Grandmaster rankings, the list’s value has gradually declined over the past decade or so.
The so-called top ten in the Grandmaster rankings, in view of all the sects in the world, might not even make the top two hundred.
Yet this year, for some unknown reason, many strong figures from major sects have broken out of seclusion, sending messages that they will participate in the Grandmaster contest.
Undoubtedly, it will be a grand feast!
And this young man, the son-in-law of the North Sea, the King of the South!
Will undoubtedly be a rising star.
So, will he participate in the Grandmaster rankings?
Many people are looking forward to it.
"I don’t think so! Although the son-in-law is strong, he’s indeed too young. In other years, he could be among the top ten. But this year, many great masters have emerged. He’s still young and has countless opportunities ahead, no need to undergo humiliation."
Someone quietly responded.
Grandmaster rankings!
A list ranked purely by combat capability, without considering any other factors.
Whether a child of several years or an old man of over a hundred.
The only standard of measurement in the Grandmaster rankings is victory or defeat!
The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit!
"What a tumultuous time! First the revival of Seven Clouds Academy, followed by the killing of Mad Dragon. Now, as the North Sea is about to restore the nation, many Grandmasters from major sects are also preparing to battle in the Grandmaster rankings. We are truly fortunate to witness such a rare shift in centuries."
Members of the sects were filled with emotions.
The silent world of the sects seemed ready to awaken.
Outside the royal palace.
Julius Reed was in his room, trying on clothes.
The groom’s attire.
The North Sea places importance on traditional culture; both the wedding and clothes are in Chinese style.
There were no suits and shoes.
In fact, Julius Reed also favored traditional cloth garments.
Loose and fitting.
Compared to the formality of suits, he always felt that comfort was more important.
How could a man who dislikes being constrained by rules be bound by clothing?
"Son-in-law Lord, we are here to help you change your clothes."
Several maids of the North Sea surrounded him, ready to step forward and assist.
"I’m not used to being served by others, please leave."
Julius Reed hurriedly dodged out of the way.
Ever since he found out that one of the four maids had betrayed him, he always felt that maids were unreliable.
Even after spending hundreds of years together, they were less trustworthy than Nelson who had once poisoned him.
A bunch of ingrates.
"Tonight, I will wear the Mad Dragon mask to the wedding. The mask is my trophy, my honor. Go and inform the King of The North Sea, convey my intentions."
Julius Reed flicked his sleeves impatiently and shooed them away: "Leave now!"
"Yes!"
Several North Sea maids bowed deeply and backed out of the room.
Candles were lit in the room.
Dozens of festive red candles.
Even the light bulbs had been replaced with red ones.
Paper cutouts were pasted on the windows, and the sound of firecrackers erupted continuously outside.
Of course, the wedding chamber was not here.
It was...
The princess’s sleeping quarters.
After all, as a man marrying into the family, one must look the part.
"General Grove."
After everyone had left, Julius Reed softly called out.
Before his words fell, a man crawled out from under the bed.
This man was none other than Solaris Grove!
"The arrangements have been made. The code with the princess is to tap her head. However, remember to make such an affectionate gesture in front of everyone to dispel any suspicions. The rest is up to you."
Julius Reed handed over the clothes and the Mad Dragon mask to Solaris Grove, then turned his back.
"It’s tough to do the right thing," he sighed with a heavy heart.
"Don’t worry, brother! Once I become the consort to The North Sea, I will ensure you want for nothing!" Solaris Grove, while changing, spoke excitedly, "Great favors need no thanks!"
"Alas!"
Julius Reed looked at the eager Solaris Grove and felt an inexplicable sadness.
As a fellow man, all he could say was take care.
"Do you guys in The North Sea have a steward in command?"
He asked with interest.
No chance to become a general, but still can’t be unemployed.
"Yes!"
Solaris Grove was extremely excited; his hands trembled as he dressed.
In the afternoon, during his bath, he almost scrubbed his skin raw.
His body was all red.
He also bought a bottle of perfume to make himself irresistibly charming.
"Pretty good."
Julius Reed crossed his arms and nodded: "You go ahead with your tasks, I need some quiet outside."
"Alright!"
Solaris Grove wasn’t thinking about Julius Reed.
The wedding night with candles – his own goddess – the thought alone thrilled him.
After leaving the room, Julius Reed wandered alone in the courtyard of The North Sea.
He had revealed the secret to Devlin; something big was definitely going to happen in The North Sea tonight.
"My Lord."
Suddenly, a voice drifted over.
"Ishmael Will?"
Julius Reed turned around and found Ishmael Will standing behind him.
This elder from the Micah Will, with unfathomable skills and movements as swift and elusive as a ghost.
"Mr. Will doesn’t need to be so secretive, it’s quite scary."
"I thought you would notice me."
Ishmael Will chuckled lightly and stroked his beard: "Can’t help it, it’s hard to make a sound with my skills."
"I like your... low-key manner," Julius Reed shook his head with a smile, walking over to Ishmael Will: "Is there something you need?"
"There is."
Ishmael Will’s face turned serious, and he clasped his hands in front: "Last time, I sent word through someone to warn you about Pendleton. I just received news that Andrew Pendleton is about to usurp the throne."
