Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1396: Provocation

"Ghost Market?"

Andrew furrowed his brows even tighter.

After the sudden death of the Alliance Hierarch, the Pendleton’s stewards unanimously decided to hold the funeral in Swimming City.

Afterward, they would take the Hierarch’s body back and lay him to rest in the Burial Mountain where all previous Alliance Hierarchs have been placed for a hundred years.

Despite holding a funeral, the security work was done extremely well.

Apart from the insiders of Pendleton, nobody knew.

Now the Princess of the North Sea had come to visit, inadvertently stumbling upon this mourning ceremony.

People from the Ghost Market, coming to join the commotion?

"How many people?" Andrew looked toward the guard.

"Twenty or thirty people, bristling with killing intent!" The guard reported truthfully.

Bristling with killing intent?

Since arriving in Swimming City, Pendleton had always kept a low profile, never stirring up any trouble.

Now, what was the intention behind the people from the Ghost Market coming with such killing intent?

"You, go inside the mourning hall and ask for the stewards’ opinions. Then, report back to me." After much deliberation, Andrew decided to leave the decision to the Pendleton stewards.

With the news of the Alliance Hierarch’s sudden death, all the higher-ups of Pendleton rushed over.

And the most powerful among them were those few stewards.

They held the power to decide the next Alliance Hierarch, and acted extremely arrogantly; Andrew currently did not wish to provoke them.

Before long, the guard emerged from the location of the mourning hall.

"The stewards decide to have Leopold Shopkeeper come in for a seat. As for the reception, it’s up to you," said the guard.

After these words were spoken, Andrew’s brows knotted even more.

"I am injured, how can I receive him?" he sighed, showing a helpless gesture with his hand, "Forget it. Call Leopold Shopkeeper in. I too want to see what exactly Ghost Market is peddling in their gourd."

Having said this, he reached out his hand to the left: "Princess, you and your servants go to the side hall first, let’s all take a look at what Leopold Shopkeeper has come here for."

"Please!"

Baylor Davenport nodded, following Andrew to the side hall.

Solaris Grove, as an escort, did not leave their side.

The side hall was actually not small; it was originally used for the Alliance Hierarch’s meetings while in Swimming City.

But since the main hall had become the mourning hall, they had to receive Leopold Shopkeeper here.

"Leopold Shopkeeper, one of the four managers under Lord Ghost Seven, holds significant power. In the whole of Swimming City, aside from the City Lord, everyone else needs to give way to him," Andrew sat in the side hall chair, picked up a cup of tea and sipped lightly.

"For such an imposing character, you didn’t meet him right away and had to discuss instead?" Solaris Grove asked curiously from the side.

This is Swimming City.

They naturally know of Lord Ghost Seven, an existence that even the City Lord has to submit to.

He has the Ghost Market in his hands, controlling the purse strings of Swimming City.

"We are Pendleton," Andrew said with a hint of contempt in his words, yet he subtly said: "Pendleton practices martial justice, and for thousands of years, we have taken it upon ourselves to overthrow tyranny. Even people from Lord Ghost Seven have to think twice before offending Pendleton."

This was not something he could decide on his own.

But once the stewards speak, that would represent the stance of Pendleton.

Andrew did not dare to treat Leopold Shopkeeper so coldly, but Pendleton dared.

Outsiders all think that Pendleton has been declining for hundreds of years.

But in reality, Pendleton has always been striving to improve, to overthrow the Imperial Vein and unify the Seven Veins!

Yet the Alliance Hierarch with all his strategies did not predict his own death at the hands of Andrew—the man he trusted the most.

Exuding diligence and feigning ignorance, but in the end, they would end up making the wedding dress for someone else.

"Brother Andrew!"

While they were chatting, a shout came from outside the door.

This voice upon hearing was that of a typical peddler.

Full of confidence, with profound inner strength.

"Leopold Shopkeeper!" Andrew stood up and quickly walked towards the door.

"Brother Andrew!" A man dressed in a yellow robe, leading a dozen black-clad bodyguards, walked towards Andrew.

"You all, stay at the door."

After giving orders to the bodyguards, the man stepped into the side hall.

His eyes fell on Solaris Grove at once.

Broxton Leopold’s pupils instantly shrunk to the size of a needle’s eye.

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The murderer, in Pendleton Manor!

Half an hour ago, he received a report that someone claimed to have found the murderer who killed Boss Finch Jackson and had entered the alliance.

At the end of the Golden Avenue lies the Ghost Market.

Broxton Leopold, busy at work, put down what he was doing and immediately led his men to confirm the claim.

Just as expected!

The murderer was indeed audacious!

To have killed one of the four major shopkeepers of the Ghost Market, and to dare to walk openly along the Golden Avenue.

This was nothing short of contempt for the Ghost Market!

Slapping the face of Lord Ghost Seven!

"This person is..."

Broxton Leopold narrowed his eyes, sizing up Baylor Davenport who was sitting on the chair, and muttered to himself: "Could it be...the Princess of The North Sea?"

After Finch Jackson’s death, Ghost Market was the first to rush to the Ninth Route stronghold, Rat Town.

To carry out an investigation.

But Chris Tennysons and others kept their mouths shut, so Ghost Market had no choice but to arrest Nicholas Pendleton.

Luckily, Julius Reed had said before departing that one should simply answer truthfully if questioned.

Nicholas Pendleton thus spilled everything.

According to his confession, the information Ghost Market obtained indicated that the person was a General from The North Sea, named Solaris Grove.

An expert in archery and deeply versed in martial arts.

Finch Jackson was killed by a single, fatal move.

If the other party was a General from The North Sea, then the woman able to stand beside the General could either be the Empress of The North Sea, or the Princess of The North Sea.

But this woman was wearing hemp and observing mourning, evidently someone in her family had died.

And the most explosive news recently was about the murder of The North Sea’s son-in-law, the fall of a prodigious talent.

"Indeed." Baylor Davenport stood up and smiled: "Baylor Davenport, at your service, Leopold Shopkeeper."

"Hmm, truly worthy of being a Princess, possessing an elegance and demeanor unmatched by women across the world." Broxton Leopold nodded approvingly, then looked towards Solaris Grove and sneered: "This one, wouldn’t happen to be General Whitaker of The North Sea, Solaris Grove, would he?"

"Exactly!"

Solaris Grove stood erect with pride!

This was an opportunity!

An opportunity to prove himself to Baylor Davenport!

Solaris Grove was excited; he had not expected to be so famous.

Even Leopold Shopkeeper from Swimming City was aware of him.

"Leopold Shopkeeper knows of me?" Solaris Grove suppressed his urge to smile and asked: "I’m truly honored!"

"It’s more than just knowing!" Broxton Leopold’s face darkened briefly, but soon regained his smile: "Everyone in Ghost Market knows you! Even Lord Ghost Seven misses you dearly!"

Provocation!

He killed Boss Finch, and now he’s showing off right in front of me?

Do they think Ghost Market is without its people?

If it weren’t for Lord Ghost Seven’s personal instruction before coming, to avoid causing trouble within Pendleton,

he would personally cleave this North Sea man in two!

Winning advantage and playing coy?

"It’s truly an honor!"

Solaris Grove was somewhat stirred, understanding from Andrew that Leopold Shopkeeper was a figure second only to Lord Ghost Seven and City Lord.

With this thought, he straightened his back once more, his face beaming with a smile: "If there’s a chance, I must invite all four shopkeepers to join me for a drink."

As soon as he said this, not only Broxton Leopold’s but also the bodyguards’ expressions outside changed!

Finch Jackson had been killed, and inviting all four for a drink?

Was this a threat?

To kill all four?

To send oneself to reunite with Finch Jackson below?

"Hehe! General Grove jests." Broxton Leopold restrained himself!

"No, I am serious." Solaris Grove said sincerely: "If possible, even Lord Ghost Seven can join."

"You!" Broxton Leopold fiercely flung his sleeve and said fiercely: "I bid you farewell! We will meet again soon!"

Having said that, he turned and left!

Leaving behind a somewhat puzzled Solaris Grove.

What happened?

"Could it be that Lord Ghost Seven wants to invite me for a drink?" He scratched his head, suddenly excited.