Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1325: Three-Piece Set

"sigh..."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Julius Reed leaned against the corridor wall, feeling somewhat dizzy.

Groggy.

A flicker of darkness before his eyes.

Originally, Isabella Warm was hunted by Thunderpeak Hall not because she was innocent.

But because Thunderpeak Hall was obeying the royal vein...

Could it be, as everyone said, that Isabella Warm was a traitor?

Lurking by his side, drugging, and stealing the Divine Dragon Tripod?

"Are you... okay... cough cough." Mr. Smith second coughed a few times, his strength fading.

"It’s nothing..."

Julius Reed rubbed his temples, calming his emotions, and continued to inquire,

"The royal vein, do you know about it? Being one of the Seven Veins, why did the royal vein want to kill Warm?"

This was his puzzlement.

Among the Seven Veins, the royal vein was the most mysterious.

Even Graham Will and others didn’t have much clarity.

Despite inquiring from many sources, Julius Reed still knew nothing about the royal vein.

"The royal vein, nobody knows. Even Warm doesn’t understand the royal vein. As for the reason why the royal vein took action, we also have no idea. It seems that Pendleton Alliance Hierarch personally intervened, and only then did the royal vein give a thin face. Later, Warm secretly made a deal with the royal vein, which brought her a brief peace."

Mr. Smith second narrowed his eyes, lost in memory.

"As for Thunderpeak Hall, after the completion of the deal between the royal vein and Warm, as a token of thanks, the royal vein restored Thunderpeak Hall back to Bead Pulse."

This revelation made Julius Reed furrow his brows.

What kind of deal did Warm make?

According to Graham Will, Warm initially planned to eliminate the other veins and take those people for her own use.

Later, she planned to present the Divine Dragon Tripod to Pendleton.

Could Warm be planning to usurp the position?

To become the Alliance Hierarch of Pendleton?

"Do you have any message you want to convey to the defeated?" Julius Reed asked aloud.

"Tell him, in the next life, Mr. Smith second still wants to be his servant!"

Mr. Smith second clasped the steel bars, coughing in agony.

"After you die, I will make this basement your grave," Julius Reed said lightly, looking at the old man who was nearing his end.

That was all he could do.

"By the way." Mr. Smith second, who was originally prepared to lie down and wait for death, suddenly raised his head and looked at Julius Reed: "Back then, when Warm was being chased by Thunderpeak Hall, she fled to Gonzalez City. There, she left a few things. I heard... just heard, that those items are the key to unveiling the secrets of Gonzalez City. Of course, Warm couldn’t decipher it and simply left the items there."

"Hairpin, bronze mirror?"

Julius Reed remembered the ornaments of Isabella Warm he saw back in Gonzalez City.

Including Ivan Reed, who personally came to Gonzalez City to get these items.

And behind Ivan Reed stood Grace River!

What secret is it?

Hairpin, bronze mirror.

It seems, these were all gifts he gave to Isabella Warm...

Snap!

Julius Reed slapped his head.

The painting!

There was also a painting.

The hairpin, the bronze mirror, and that painting.

These three items were gifts Julius Reed gave to Isabella Warm on her birthday.

The painting wasn’t complete.

It needed to be hung on the wall.

Then, the hairpin had to be inserted into the center of the bronze mirror.

Finally, illuminated at a specific angle against the painting.

A point would then be revealed.

A map!

In a flash, a flood of memories surged into his mind.

This place seemed to be Gonzalez City!

Julius Reed embraced his head with both hands, his teeth clacking loudly!

Pain!

Heart-wrenching, lung-splitting pain!

His head felt as if it were exploding, plunging into endless darkness.

After an unknown amount of time.

Julius Reed slowly stood up.

He indeed had inadvertently revealed the secret within.

That was still when he was joking with Isabella Warm.

He said, this mirror and the hairpin are the keys to eternal life.

"Could it be, you threw them away in Gonzalez City because you couldn’t remember how to use them, letting me recall it for you?" Julius Reed shook his head.

Unfortunately, he himself couldn’t remember at that time.

Otherwise, he really might have gone to look for the secret within.

At that time, Julius Reed’s powers had not yet recovered, and facing a group of experts, it was very likely that he would not be able to keep the treasure.

Throwing a brick to attract jade!

He chuckled but found that Mr. Smith second was already lying on the ground.

Dead.

"Thanks for the clarification." Julius Reed drew the Hell Sword, and the Dragon King Ring burst into bright red light!

Whoosh!

A trail of nether fire slowly burned.

The tip of the sword traced over the ground, leaving a trail of fire.

This fire trail was long, extending all the way to the basement door.

Inside, there was constant cursing, threatening, and wailing.

All from nefarious villains.

Standing at the basement door, Julius Reed took a deep breath and vigorously activated the Dragon King Ring!

Whoosh!

The nether fire blazed to the sky, completely burning the basement.

The wailing continued.

After ten seconds, everything fell silent.

"Elwood Thorneycroft, I am becoming more and more interested in your identity," Julius Reed sheathed the Hell Sword and looked up at the sky.

On his way, he received a message from Elwood Thorneycroft.

It said that after fleeing defeat years ago, her servant was captured by the Marshal a year ago and imprisoned in the basement.

As the Boss of the underworld, Deep Cold clearly had an interest in the sect’s affairs.

But in the end, Mr. Smith second didn’t say a word.

"Why do you keep helping me, time and again?" Julius Reed spread his hands, letting the snowflakes fall into his palm.

"Is it just because I saved you once? But you’ve changed; I seem not to recognize you anymore."

Elwood Thorneycroft was not the same little girl who wanted to fight him to the death as soon as she entered Gonzalez City.

Now, Elwood Thorneycroft seemed a bit like... Leander Sylvan?

Julius Reed slapped his head, smiling and talking to himself: "Leander Sylvan, you better not have betrayed me. Otherwise, I’ll surely enact the harshest punishment!"

He stepped on the snow, making a ’crunching’ sound.

This was a very fruitful trip.

Julius Reed seemed to remember, the Divine Dragon Tripod needs to be in a certain place in Gonzalez City to exert its effect.

But he really couldn’t remember the location.

Maybe only by finding that painting and acquiring the small mirror and hairpin, could he find that place.

Julius Reed speculated that he too couldn’t remember, hence he left such clues.

After all, the Divine Dragon Tripod is not used to refine medicine every day, it’s used once every ten-plus years, and with the changing terrain and overgrown weeds, it’s very easy to lose track.

Leaving Deep Cold Castle, he encountered several Assassins along the way, all of whom he casually killed.

The principle of eradicating evil comprehensively, Julius Reed still understood.

He was never merciful.

Marcel Reed left.

He didn’t know how, but the yard no longer had any trace of the old monk.

However, on the outer western side of Deep Cold, Julius Reed saw an ice sculpture.

It greatly resembled himself.

The words "Western Emperor" were written on it.

Randomly finding an SUV, Julius Reed got in and drove towards the major forces location of The North Sea.

...

"Boss, what should we do? Charge?"

Ten kilometers away from the Deep Cold main fortress.

The officer in charge from The North Sea, standing on the command podium, was somewhat anxious.

"Charge my ass! We still have ten rounds of shells; these ten shells are for obliterating traces!"

The officer, looking at his subordinate below, was so anxious his face turned red: "I’m worried about leaving the body of The North Sea’s son-in-law!"

"Commander, there’s a Deep Cold combat vehicle ahead!"

Right as he was clueless, a sentinel reported.

"Coming at us?" The officer was startled and hurriedly jumped down: "Quick, retreat!"

"Just one vehicle!"

The sentinel added.

"One vehicle?" The North Sea officer’s eyes darted: "Take it down! It’ll be good to report back! Artillery, get ready!"

He raised his hand, and the artillery behind him immediately began to prepare for battle.