Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1307: Poisonous Chicken Soup

"So it really is the princess!" Julius Reed said excitedly, "Sorry, I must be cautious in dealing with matters regarding the princess. Imagine, if Kyler Reed were to impersonate you, leading us to abandon the rescue, wouldn’t the real princess be in great danger?"

"Fair point."

The generals from The North Sea voiced their agreement.

"Just by calling someone ’husband’, you can determine whether or not I’m Kyler Reed?" Baylor Davenport said, touching her swollen face, breathing rapidly.

To think that I, of noble birth, would be slapped by this vile man!

"Of course." Julius Reed confidently replied, "It’s very difficult for one man to call another man ’husband’, at least I find it hard to utter."

Having said this, he turned to the surrounding soldiers of The North Sea, "Can any of you say it?"

"No way!"

"I’d vomit."

"Too disgusting!"

The faces of The North Sea soldiers turned dark as they all refused.

"See." Julius Reed spread his hands and said, "That’s the truth."

"Huh, what if I were Kyler Reed?" Baylor Davenport squinted, bitterly saying, "Would calling you ’husband’ deceive you?"

Slap!

As soon as the words fell, Julius Reed slapped her again.

"Kyler Reed, you’ve got some nerve to deceive me?"

"You..." Baylor Davenport was stunned.

"I am the princess!"

She said through gritted teeth.

If this were in the royal court, she would have wished to dismember this despicable man!

"You just admitted you were Kyler Reed, everyone heard it." Julius Reed pulled out a communication device from The North Sea from his pocket, connecting with Everton Davenport.

"Your Majesty, the princess has been safely rescued, no need to worry. Later, I will send someone to escort the princess safely back to the royal court."

"That’s great! Baylor, are you alright?" Everton Davenport, seeing his daughter unharmed, was overwhelmed with tears!

"Father, he..." Baylor Davenport pointed at Julius Reed, but before she could finish her sentence, the video call was disconnected.

"Sorry, it ran out of power." Julius Reed helplessly fiddled with the device, then casually handed it to Baylor Davenport.

Baylor Davenport took it and tried to turn it on.

Indeed, it was out of power.

The hatred!

She despised this wretched man!

"You guys, escort the princess back." Julius Reed gestured towards a subordinate, "Take the princess’s ship, and ensure the princess’s safety at all costs."

"What about the Town North King?" Baylor Davenport looked around, but did not see any sign of the Town North King.

She did not quite trust these people.

Especially since after she fired the signal flare, not a single person from The North Sea came to the rescue.

"I’m very sorry." Julius Reed sorrowfully started, "When rescuing the princess initially, the king had ordered to spare no expense. And the Town North King just happened to be the cost of rescuing you."

"He’s dead?" Baylor Davenport had a moment of distraction.

From the very start at the small court of Five-river Province, the Town North King had been accompanying her.

"Rest assured, he died peacefully. He was shot over a dozen times, all of his blood drained." Julius Reed looked down, appearing very forlorn.

"It’s getting late, quickly take the princess back." he looked concernedly at Baylor Davenport, "When I eradicate Deep Cold and triumphantly return, I’ll mix Marshal’s blood for you to drink."

"Ugh~" Baylor Davenport, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but gag, she was just a girl and couldn’t bear so much.

Thinking of drinking human blood, her stomach churned.

"Never mind, the princess is just pregnant." Julius Reed mounted his horse without giving Baylor Davenport any chance to explain, "Brothers, let’s go drink!"

With that said, he galloped away at Absolute Dust!

Behind Julius Reed, soldiers from The North Sea holding flags, ran wildly across the grassland.

In The North Sea fleet, many trucks were brought in.

As the soldiers arrived at the designated rendezvous, they began boarding the trucks, driving towards the headquarters castle of Deep Cold.

"Just you wait! If I don’t chop off your head, my surname isn’t Davenport!" Baylor Davenport took a deep breath and furiously turned to leave.

...

"The southern defense line has been breached; we must prepare early," said a worried Marshal, leaning back in his chair in a meeting room at the Deep Cold headquarters.

Before him sat Devlin, Granny Xihua, and Arhat Qingtian.

"Benefactor, you worry too much," Arhat Qingtian said, beads rotating continuously in his hand, his eyes slightly closed. "With me here, no one can step foot into the castle."

People from the West Sea are always confident, sometimes incomprehensibly so.

"Arhat, I have copied the video of Arhat of Homicide’s death to show you," offered Devlin, placing a laptop on the table.

"It is acceptable, but not necessary," Arhat Qingtian, still with his eyes closed, nonchalantly said: "To watch, we will fight. Not to watch, we will still fight. Watching or not, there is no difference. The Homicide is already in paradise, a place I cannot envy."

Devlin closed the already-open laptop again.

"However, this humble monk would like to know more about the people I am to enlighten," Arhat Qingtian opened his eyes and looked at Devlin, "please, benefactor."

"Of course."

Devlin suppressed the urge to curse, opened the laptop again, and played a video segment.

From the moment Arhat of Homicide made his move until his head was chopped off.

It was a high-definition, uncensored video.

"Evil Qi?" Arhat Qingtian frowned slightly: "My disciple was full of integrity, why does he appear sluggish and enveloped with Evil Qi?"

Everyone present understood Martial Arts.

One glance was enough to spot the oddity.

"Evil Qi within him must originate from his opponent," Arhat Qingtian frowned slightly, his thoughts deepening.

"Since the opponent harbors Evil Qi, then I will use my Magnanimous Integrity to suppress him!"

Having said that, Arhat Qingtian continued to close his eyes, spinning the Buddha Beads in his hand.

The atmosphere once again grew tense.

The Marshal was restless.

An intense killing intent from The North Sea had resolute plans to eliminate him.

And among all sects, Shushan was first to seek revenge!

As a result, one of the great elders of Shushan was slaughtered at Dragon Bay.

His body fed to the fishes.

For the first time, the Marshal felt horror.

He couldn’t comprehend — what had he done to offend Everton Davenport?

Why push Deep Cold to a deadly path?

"Let us depart first," Granny Xihua stood up, touching Devlin.

"My apologies!"

Devlin nodded slightly to the Marshal and left with Granny Xihua.

Snowflakes always danced in the Northern Border.

The sky seemed filled with endless dark clouds.

As they left the meeting room, fierce winds and a snowstorm assaulted their faces!

Granny Xihua instinctively wrapped her clothing tighter.

In contrast, Devlin, wearing a black mask, was less affected.

"What’s the matter?"

Devlin took out a cigarette from his pocket, but his lighter just wouldn’t ignite.

With no choice, he put the cigarette back.

"I heard something," Granny Xihua briskly walked through the snow, heading to their rooms.

"Do you remember the birthday of Zade Radcliffe that the Holy Lord attended?"

As the two walked through the snow, leaving two sets of footprints behind.

"I remember, I was present," Devlin rubbed his hands, also growing intolerant of the cold, "What about it?"

"Someone told me that there was poison in the chicken soup at that birthday celebration," Granny Xihua said and then pushed open a room door, quickly stepping inside.

And Devlin clearly froze.