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Chapter 931: Chapter 931 Drink More Hot Water
After a brief silence, the meeting room erupted into warm applause.
"It is widely said that Master Shirley’s ninjutsu is unparalleled, and indeed, seeing is believing!"
Many among the Deep Cold high ranks, who had been unconvinced, were completely won over after witnessing such a miraculous scene.
They were thoroughly impressed.
Ninjutsu is indeed very powerful.
"People overpraise me."
Shirley put down her tea cup on the table and smiled towards the Marshal, "This time, I shall take the Divine Dragon Tripod, and you shall take the ancient book from Mad Dragon’s hands."
"Seven Clouds Academy has re-emerged into the martial world, drawing the gaze of countless eyes. We must act swiftly; otherwise, if the Divine Dragon Tripod and the ancient book fall into others’ hands, it will inevitably result in a bloodbath."
The Marshal showed a rare expression of gravity.
"I have heard that Brysen Beaumont has killed the experts guarding the outside of Thunderpeak Hall and left America."
Shirley spoke indifferently.
"He comes for the Divine Dragon Tripod!"
The Marshal leaned back in his chair, squinting his eyes.
Obviously.
He was very wary of Brysen Beaumont.
"Granny Xihua has been plotting for many years, yet someone else harvested the fruits of victory. Driven to desperation, she even organized an attack on Seven Clouds Academy. It’s just unclear what she has obtained in the end?"
Shirley, having some acquaintanceship with Granny Xihua, knew more than the average person.
"What do you mean, Master?"
The Marshal asked, puzzled.
"It’s nothing."
Shirley did not wish to elaborate further.
Some things, after all, cannot be said.
"We have to compete with Brysen Beaumont now, beat him to it."
The Marshal decided not to inquire further.
Every ruler has their own secrets to become dominant.
"Tonight, I will enter the capital!"
Shirley looked towards Black Wolf, "Your assistance is needed."
Although he was powerful, inside Willson Pavilion were equally formidable experts.
Amadeus Fairbanks even personally took charge of the southern border to protect Julius Reed.
This time, Shirley wanted to infiltrate the capital city quietly and unexpectedly.
To achieve this, she must have the cooperation of Deep Cold.
"Tonight, my forces in the southern border will launch a full-on attack on Willson Pavilion. Master, you can take advantage of the chaos to cross the border!"
After Black Wolf finished speaking, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile.
That night.
Two pieces of news shocked the martial world.
Brysen Beaumont broke through the barriers alone, killing several experts, and took a ship to China!
Thousands of Shadow Warriors from Deep Cold launched a fierce assault on Willson Pavilion’s defenses from the southern fortress.
In the end, the casualties were heavy, and less than a hundred managed to escape.
In a forest in the southern border.
Shirley, carrying a ninjato, disappeared towards the southeast.
...
"Does it hurt?"
The capital.
Inside the Carmichael family’s luxurious estate.
Julius Reed lay in bed, bare-chested.
There was a wound on his shoulder.
And Quella Radcliffe squatted beside him, holding a jar of ointment.
"It’s just a minor injury, no big deal."
Julius Reed spoke with resignation.
He had planned to quietly change clothes and deceive everyone.
But as soon as he entered the door, he was discovered by Quella Radcliffe.
And she insisted he go to the hospital, no matter what.
Ordinary wounds, even if treated in a hospital, had no effect.
They might not even heal as quickly as they would naturally.
But unable to argue with Quella Radcliffe, he had no choice but to compromise in the end.
"If it hurts, just bear with it a little."
Quella Radcliffe pinched the ointment and gently touched Julius Reed’s wound.
The wound was shocking to the eye!
Very deep.
Hades had thrown his spear with all his might.
But these were superficial wounds, nothing serious.
However, in Quella Radcliffe’s opinion, improper treatment could lead to infection.
"Cherry!"
Julius Reed called out.
"Yes, Master!"
Bamboo Whitaker walked over reluctantly, picking a large cherry from the fruit platter, and slowly placed it into his mouth.
"Drake Springs!"
She pouted, muttering under her breath.
Ever since she returned today, she had been like a little maid.
Serving tea and water, not sparing any effort.
"Sweet! Wife, want one?"
Julius Reed chewed heartily, at the same time holding a cherry to Quella Radcliffe’s mouth.
"I don’t want it!"
Quella Radcliffe pushed it away irritably, her eyes fixed on the wound.
It must hurt so much!
"Can’t you stop making me worry?"
As she applied the ointment, she felt her nose turn sour, and she began to cry.
The wound could have been just a bit deeper and hit the heart.
"Don’t cry..."
Julius Reed immediately sat up and held her in his arms, comforting her, "It’s okay, don’t believe me? I’ll do a handstand for you to see."
"Julius, let’s go back, find a secluded place, and not live like this."
Quella Radcliffe wrapped her arms around Julius Reed’s waist, tears rolling from her eyes uncontrollably.
She had almost heard about everything that had happened recently.
Offending the Lee Family, the Lopez Family, the Leocadia Family, the Koller Family, the Huntington family.
In the capital, almost every prestigious family that could be named was left with a loss of face by Julius Reed.
Could those nobles afford to lose face?
They would definitely seek revenge!
These days, she hadn’t slept soundly at all.
She often dreamed of Julius Reed being chased by enemies seeking vengeance.
Waking up, covered in sweat.
"Okay, once I deal with the matters at hand, I’ll take you back to live in seclusion,"
Julius Reed managed a bitter smile and held her tighter.
With the Seven Clouds Academy stepping back into the jianghu, the martial world would naturally be anything but peaceful!
He indeed wanted to live peacefully with Quella Radcliffe, without a care for the outside world.
However, would those people let him be?
Granny Xihua, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, and Medicine King Valley!
Would they let him go?
In the end, one side had to die.
So far, Julius Reed still hadn’t figured out why he had ended up in Gonzalez City!
And who was the person in black who triggered his memory awakening?
Without unraveling these mysteries, how could he live in peace?
Heaven knows if someone would suddenly find them and target Quella Radcliffe.
The jianghu is a road of no return.
Once you step in, there’s no turning back.
He only had to find the truth, to discover the reason for his memory loss!
Find the true mastermind behind the scenes.
Only then, would he be entitled to enjoy a world of their own.
Just half an hour ago, he had already received intelligence.
A confrontation with Brysen Beaumont was inevitable!
Would running away make Brysen Beaumont spare him?
Or should he hand over the Divine Dragon Tripod?
Impossible.
Not to mention that the Divine Dragon Tripod wasn’t in Julius Reed’s hands; even if it were, he couldn’t possibly hand it over!
This world isn’t a place that operates on reason.
Whoever has the hardest fist, the sharpest blade in hand!
They are the ones qualified to set the terms.
The weak are destined to be bullied.
"I won’t interfere with your affairs, but I hope you’re safe,"
Quella Radcliffe moved her head away from Julius Reed’s shoulder, her eyes reddening as she said, "I don’t want to be a widow at such a young age. If you die, I’ll remarry, spend your money, live in your house, have a child with another man, and every Qingming Festival, I’ll take him to mourn you..."
"Fine!"
Julius Reed surrendered with his hands up, "With that said, I promise I won’t die."
He had a face full of wry lines.
Snicker.
Quella Radcliffe suddenly laughed out loud.
She stared straight at Julius Reed and said softly into his ear, "Shall we sleep together tonight?"
"Agreed!"
Julius Reed, without waiting for Quella Radcliffe’s reaction, scooped her up and ran to the bedroom.
On his face, a trace of mischief appeared.
"No ambition."
Bamboo Whitaker looked down at her watch, starting the timer.
Snap!
The lights went out.
Darkness filled the bedroom.
"What are you doing..."
Quella Radcliffe whispered.
In her voice, there was a hint of shyness.
"We’re husband and wife, what do you think I’m doing? Should we have a son first, to inherit my family business?"
Julius Reed’s breathing became more and more rapid.
"You..."
Suddenly, his movements halted.
"I’m on my period..."
Quella Radcliffe’s voice was barely audible.
Thump!
Julius Reed lay stiffly on the bed.
Half a minute later, the room was filled with the sound of snoring.
"Heh, men."
Quella Radcliffe clenched her teeth, her face flushing as she kicked him on the buttocks, hard.
But suddenly she felt something was off.
Julius Reed’s actions just now, why were they so practiced...
Thinking this, she grabbed the feather duster from the bedside and lashed out fiercely!
Slap!
"Ouch! Wife, what’re you doing?"
Julius Reed sat up abruptly, completely confused.
They were so affectionate a moment ago, how come she flipped in the blink of an eye?
"Get out!"
Quella Radcliffe shouted, her face red.
"Alright... just remember to drink plenty of hot water."
Julius Reed scratched his head, got dressed, and reluctantly left the bedroom.
"A woman’s period, really weird! Should I boil some hot water for her?"
"Boss Davenport, why are you out here?"
In the living room, Bamboo Whitaker asked with a mischievous grin.
"Ah, it’s nothing."
Julius Reed went in search of the kettle but couldn’t find it.
"That was quick." n𝚘𝚟𝚙𝚞𝚋.𝚌o𝚖
Bamboo Whitaker hummed lightly, her eyes filled with derision.
She looked down at her watch and muttered to herself, "One minute and eight seconds."
