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Chapter 1279: Chapter 1279: Isabella Warm Sends a Message Through Someone
Julius Reed did not speak and stood there in silence.
"Are you not curious?" Elaenor Wood walked up to him and asked with a chuckle, "That is your personal maid after all. I heard that during your time in the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, she was the most favored."
"If you want to say something, you will naturally say it." Julius Reed looked into Elaenor Wood’s eyes and said indifferently, "If you don’t want to talk, even if I ask, you will not speak."
"How boring!"
Elaenor Wood shook his head and sighed, "Leander Sylvan wants to know your whereabouts. She strongly believes in one thing, that Mad Dragon is not dead. Obviously, I acted in that play with you, and Leander Sylvan knew about it."
"Devlin." Julius Reed looked at the full moon in the sky and said softly, "It was Devlin who told Isabella Warm."
"But I didn’t say it." Elaenor Wood also stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking up at the sky, "When the moon is bright, the stars are few. A world without the Holy Master is like a night sky without the moon. Although the stars each shine in their own right, they still appear dim. Unfortunately, they think that with the moon gone, they themselves can become the moon."
Julius Reed turned his head, puzzled, and looked at him, "Since when have you become so literary?"
"Isabella Warm is different from what I thought."
Elaenor Wood didn’t answer Julius Reed’s question but talked to himself instead, "No wonder she caught your fancy."
"Let me tell you something you might not believe, but I even think that Isabella Warm never betrayed you. The poison back then was administered by her. I know you have always been curious about why there were people from the Seven Veins in the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance."
"But in fact, Pendleton’s capabilities have always been beyond your imagination. If not for the current Pendleton Alliance Hierarch’s indulgence in pleasure and neglect of his duties, your life would have been difficult."
"The poison was administered by Isabella Warm?" Julius Reed’s voice fluctuated slightly, "Someone told me, it wasn’t her."
"Does it matter?" Elaenor Wood turned his head and coughed slightly, "I can tell that you trust her greatly. But please remember, no one is worthy of trust. Except for yourself."
"Isabella Warm went to Swimming City. She wants to find the Divine Dragon Tripod. Before leaving, she promised to hand over Devlin to me, in exchange for me personally bringing you a message."
"Unfortunately, Devlin has already run away." Elaenor Wood spoke with a touch of regret, "Give me some time to deal with the Sealing Pulse matter, and we will continue. Also, be wary of someone named Nathanael Warm. This person has inquired about how to kill you."
"Let’s go!"
After finishing these words, Elaenor Wood turned and left.
As carefree as when he arrived.
"What message did Isabella Warm want you to bring?" Julius Reed asked aloud.
"Beware of Grace River. Isabella Warm said that you would only believe this sentence if you saw the Mont Horse within the boundaries of The North Sea. She mentioned that you are always generous towards women."
Elaenor Wood’s figure gradually faded.
Leaving behind just such a sentence.
"Grace River..." Julius Reed fell into deep thought.
He had heard from Lillian Tompson before.
Grace River left Demarco Mount back then and pursued Isabella Warm’s trail.
Even in the capital city, Lillian Tompson had clashed with Grace River.
Ivan Reed’s going to Gonzalez City was to inquire about Julius for Grace River.
Later, as the Davenport Family declined, Lillian Tompson was forced to reveal herself.
Grace River got the clue and boarded a ship to the sea to track down Isabella Warm, disappearing without a trace.
"I don’t like women." Julius Reed shook his head and muttering to himself, "It’s so complicated. Not speaking clearly, with heavy thoughts. Always playing some tricks, striking harder than anyone else."
After pausing for a minute, he seemed to remember something, "At least Baylor Davenport is cute, and also durable!"
After saying that, he walked towards the great hall.
Someone had to clean up the mess.
...
"Medicine God, I don’t understand."
Star City, a desolate area.
Zain Ellsworth looked at the Elaenor Wood in front of him, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked, "Why help him? As long as he controls Everton Davenport, he will definitely be able to find out who instigated Kyler Reed back then. Would it not be better for them to engage in infighting?"
"The North Sea matter is of little significance."
Elaenor Wood said nonchalantly, "Even if Julius finds out who was behind Kyler Reed’s actions, what can he do? This is all part of a grand game! From the establishment of the Pendleton hundreds of years ago to my gamble with my life, luring the Holy Master into taking the poison, to the battle at the snowy mountain four years ago. Many unrelated events coincidentally came together."
"His memory loss was an accidental result."
Saying this, Elaenor Wood stopped and sized up Zain Ellsworth, "Are you hoping for the Pendleton forces to suffer losses? Among the Seven Veins, there is no need to even think about it, the only ones who could command Kyler Reed of the Night Pulse, are from the Royal Pulse!"
"I do not understand the affairs of the Seven Veins. I only wish to avenge the lost souls of Medicine King Valley!"
Zain Ellsworth clenched his teeth in hatred!
A thousand years of medical heritage, yet to be annihilated by others!
This was an utter disgrace to him as the Chief Supreme Elder.
"I have my own judgment."
Elaenor Wood said sternly, "I do not want to hear such words for a second time."
"Yes..."
Zain Ellsworth lowered his head, his tone tinged with reluctance.
"You go back first, I’ll take a walk alone." Elaenor Wood gestured with his hand, slowly walking on the desolate land.
He raised his head, looking at the moon in the sky, and couldn’t help but smile wryly.
The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance had ruled the world for thousands of years.
Could it really be that...
Someone could replace it?
For centuries, those who attempted to overthrow the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance used slogans that were nothing but laughable.
If they were to sit in the position of the holy leader, they would likely become even more tyrannical.
After waking up, Elaenor Wood personally investigated the four years the holy leader lost his memory.
During those four years, there was constant strife in the martial world, with ceaseless internal conflicts within the sects.
They shouted about overthrowing the tyranny of the holy leader, yet they committed acts ten or even a hundred times more brutal than the holy leader had done.
Hundreds of years ago, Elaenor Wood was full of fervor, wanting to overthrow the mountain that had weighed down on Pendleton for centuries.
Indeed, he was willing to give his life for it.
However, a hundred years later, when Elaenor Wood emerged from Boulevard Mountain.
He realized how hypocritical the people of the world were.
The so-called atrocities of the holy leader, the supposed hundred sins of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
They were nothing but fig leaves for those who coveted the holy leader’s power.
"Can the trend of the world be changed by human force?"
Elaenor Wood looked at the full moon and mumbled to himself, "Without the moon, darkness will envelop all beings."
...
"Your Majesty!"
When Julius Reed returned to the great hall, Everton Davenport was ordering the North Sea soldiers to clean up the corpses on the ground.
The retaliatory killing between the disciples of the Second Ministers had resulted in countless dead and wounded among the North Sea’s civil and military officials.
The nation’s vitality was greatly damaged.
Everton Davenport was sitting on the dragon throne, with a troubled expression.
Internal and external troubles made this monarch of the North Sea restless.
"Son-in-law!"
Upon seeing Julius Reed enter, Everton Davenport quickly stood up and walked over briskly, "Are you all right?"
He had heard the battle outside very clearly.
But it seemed that his son-in-law was unharmed.
"It’s fine, but it’s a pity the person got away."
Julius Reed’s face showed regret.
"No rush! No rush!"
Everton Davenport said dejectedly, "This time, the North Sea is in trouble."
Having offended the gods and buddhas of the West Sea, as well as Mount Shu and the Skyslaughter Sect, he was anxious.
"It’s not necessarily trouble. If the North Sea can take this opportunity to make a name for itself, I’m afraid that sects like Mount Shu will have to be wary." Julius Reed clasped his hands and said very sincerely, "I am not talented, but I am willing to fight to the north and to the south for Your Majesty, to revive the might of the North Sea nation!"
