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Chapter 954: Chapter 954: Mustard Oil
"You..."
Just a minute ago, the two fought to a deadlock.
But now, Brysen Beaumont felt completely overwhelmed!
Had his opponent been holding back?
Or was it really because his wife called him home for dinner?
Impossible!
He didn’t believe it!
"Ah!"
Brysen Beaumont roared in anger and pushed himself up from the ground, standing awkwardly.
Whoosh!
The butcher knife in his hand flew out, carrying a chilling murderous intent, cleaving through the air!
Afterward, Brysen Beaumont leaped high into the air!
Clang!
Julius Reed swung his sword and repelled the butcher knife.
In mid-air.
Brysen Beaumont caught the butcher knife in his hand and chopped down again!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Three flashes of fire passed, and Brysen Beaumont was sent flying backward.
Barely stabilizing his posture.
"The last sword, no matter whether you live or die, I need to go home for dinner."
Julius Reed slowly lifted his sword.
This sword was simple and unadorned.
There was no aura whatsoever.
"One sword?"
Brysen Beaumont shook his head, revealing a rare seriousness, "One sword, you can’t kill me! Nor beat me!"
He was a Mage of Thunderpeak Hall!
He had fought his way here, killing eighteen experts!
Yet now, he was being repelled repeatedly?
"You don’t get to decide that."
Julius Reed slowly raised his head, looking at the entwined double dragons on his Longsword.
A faint smile appeared.
Hum!
The next moment.
The golden sword in his palm began to spin rapidly!
The speed increased more and more!
Eventually, it seemed, even the space was starting to warp!
"This is..."
Cold sweat streamed down Brysen Beaumont’s forehead as he clenched the butcher knife unconsciously.
"This is Julius Reed’s sword." Julius Reed’s mouth lifted slightly.
Whoosh!
The Longsword flew from his hand, turning into a streak of golden light, thrusting directly at him!
Clang!
Brysen Beaumont almost instinctively blocked with the butcher knife in front of his chest!
His hair was sent flying by the sword Qi.
The golden sword spun at high speed, turning the butcher knife red-hot in a second!
The high temperature of several hundred degrees almost made it unbearable for Brysen Beaumont to hold!
Boom!
With a loud noise.
Brysen Beaumont turned into a shadow, disappearing on the northwest road.
"Time to eat."
Clap!
Julius Reed grabbed the sword hilt.
Turned around and headed home.
Three kilometers from his location,
Brysen Beaumont, covered in blood, lay beside the grass.
His right hand still clutching the battered butcher knife.
It was unknown how much time had passed.
He slowly opened his eyes, using all his strength.
Placed his hand on his chest.
It was a shattered mirror.
One of the treasures of Thunderpeak Hall, the Heart-protecting Mirror.
The mirror had shattered, and Brysen Beaumont’s chest showed exposed fractured bones.
"Huff..."
He took a long breath and closed his eyes again.
Five kilometers from Brysen Beaumont,
Devlin was even more disheveled.
His black clothes had been burned clean, and his body was covered in wounds.
"Damn it! Such bad luck!"
Devlin searched all over his body and finally took out a cigarette pinched on his ear.
The cigarette was badly burnt by the fire, but it was still smokable.
"Seven Clouds Academy!"
He groped around for a long time, only to realize he had no lighter.
He could do nothing but reluctantly throw the cigarette butt on the ground.
"Mad Dragon, if you don’t regain your memory soon, I’m really going to be killed by these beasts."
Saying this, he slowly stood up, sighing deeply, "Damn Templeton Lena, wait for me!"
...
When Julius Reed arrived back at the Carmichael family,
he found that the meals had already been prepared.
But, it had turned cold.
Itai Huntington had always worked upstairs and rarely came down.
Today, unusually, she sat on the sofa, laughing and chatting with Quella Radcliffe and the others.
"You’re back?"
Upon seeing Julius Reed enter, Quella Radcliffe stood up and was about to go heat up the meal.
She was the very image of a devoted wife and mother.
"Wife, let the servants handle that."
Julius Reed quickly walked over, stopping Quella Radcliffe, "Bamboo Whitaker, eat and digest first."
"You!"
Bamboo Whitaker, who was eating mangosteens, pouted in anger!
Since when had she become a servant?
"Don’t bully Bamboo Whitaker."
Quella Radcliffe gave Julius Reed a look, whispering, "I’ll go."
"I’ll handle it."
It was then that Nelson stood up and said very politely, "It’s something I should do. Tomorrow I plan on taking Bamboo Whitaker out to play; I’ll take her hiking."
Hiking?
Bamboo Whitaker felt a chill down her spine.
Wilderness, perfect for dumping a body...
"Sister, I’m the youngest here; how could I let you do it?"
She hurried over, smiling as she picked up the plate, "This is something I should do."
"Please, I’d feel bad."
Nelson retrieved the bowl, "I’ll go."
"Please... no... Sister, I beg you..."
Bamboo Whitaker was frightened to tears.
She was still just a little girl!
"Alright, alright. Don’t cry, sister won’t argue with you..."
Nelson quickly handed the dinnerware back, genuinely complimenting her, "Such an obedient little girl, truly irresistible..."
"Wah!"
Bamboo Whitaker ran crying to the kitchen, wiping her tears as she warmed up the leftover food.
"Why... why must I endure these palace intriques at such a young age..."
The more she thought about it, the worse she felt, so she grabbed the mustard oil nearby and poured it into the food.
"The Huntington family contacted me."
On the sofa, Itai Huntington suddenly spoke.
"Oh? They compromised?"
Julius Reed, holding Quella Radcliffe, asked.
Having caused such a stir in the capital, the Huntington family surely couldn’t sit still!
Even though they had connections with the Martial Arts Association.
But he had killed Charmy Kims after all!
"No."
Itai Huntington shook her head, smiling bitterly, "They scolded me."
"Who?"
Julius Reed asked with raised eyebrows, "Darrell Huntington?"
"Yes."
Itai Huntington leaned back on the sofa, taking a deep breath, "Maybe... forget it..."
"Forget it?"
Julius Reed narrowed his eyes, suddenly smiling, "Can you forget that kind of hatred? Can you forget that humiliation? Your mother’s spirit tablet..."
"They agreed. Agreed to bring my mother’s spirit tablet back, to do it openly and honorably."
Itai Huntington lowered her head, twisting her clothes, "I’m sorry... I know I have no right to interfere in your affairs... but, but that’s my father, and my grandfather..."
By the end, her voice was barely audible.
"You sure?"
Julius Reed’s tone was somewhat indifferent, "If you don’t care, then I won’t either. But the Huntington family owes me a dagger, and I intend to take it back."
He disliked meddling in others’ affairs, even less involving himself in others’ family matters.
The only one who could provoke his active concern was Quella Radcliffe.
Beyond that, it depended on his mood.
"I’m sorry..."
Itai Huntington knelt on the floor, trembling as she took a dagger from her bosom.
"I... went ahead on my own..."
"Fine! Fine! Fine!"
Julius Reed said thrice, then turned and went upstairs.
"Bamboo Whitaker, I’ve noted that you put the mustard in. Watch out for your face wash, your shampoo, and even your toothpaste."
"Ah..."
Drip.
The mustard oil Bamboo Whitaker had hidden in her hand suddenly fell to the floor.
"Ooh..."
Itai Huntington knelt on the ground, crying in pain. 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝘤𝑜𝘮
She had no choice.
That was her father, her grandfather, and now her mother’s spirit tablet could be placed in the Huntington family shrine, she...
"It’s okay."
Quella Radcliffe came over, whispering soothingly, "He’s not that petty."
"But I... I feel I have wronged him..."
Itai Huntington sobbed painfully.
"It’s okay, I’m here."
Quella Radcliffe sighed helplessly.
Whoever encountered such a situation would find it hard to decide.
"Check what the Huntington family is up to."
Upstairs.
Julius Reed took out his phone, calling a Wolf Cavalry spy entrenched in the capital.
"I don’t believe a leopard can change its spots."
