Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1378 Serving

Julius Reed could see that the emotions displayed by the man before him weren’t feigned.

They were genuinely heartfelt.

"Is he... doing alright?" Deep Cold looked up, his eyes slightly moist.

"Dead." Julius Reed said indifferently, "He was captured by Deep Cold and suffered inhuman tortures over the years. His death was a release."

"Deep Cold..." Clenching his fists tightly, Deep Cold couldn’t help but shudder.

"Sigh."

He sighed, stood up alone, and walked to the window.

"Deep Cold has been annihilated, I’m unable to seek revenge for you." Deep Cold’s gaze drifted towards the distant forest, his hands resting on the windowsill.

His figure was unbearably desolate.

"Why... did you encounter him?" After a while, Deep Cold turned around, his expression much calmer.

His voice carried a hint of hostility.

"Do you suspect me?" Julius Reed smiled and shook his head, tapping the table gently with his middle finger, "The Emperor has begun investigating the Divine Dragon Tripod matter. As a gold envoy, chasing after Devlin to Deep Cold, I happened upon The North Sea dispatching troops. Thus, underneath the ruins of Deep Cold, I encountered your servant."

"He didn’t have any other requests, just hoping, before his death, I could deliver a message to you."

"Not just this life."

Upon hearing these words, Deep Cold trembled.

He looked up, but tears still fell.

"Not just this life..." Deep Cold repeated the words, then wiped away his tears and gave a bitter smile, "Thank you."

’Not just this life’—these four words were what he had told Mr. Smith second when they parted years ago.

Over the years, he constantly had people investigating Mr. Smith second’s whereabouts.

But there was no news.

In the end, Deep Cold even thought Mr. Smith second had unfortunately perished.

Today, suddenly hearing the news of his old servant, his emotions exploded.

"Check the merchandise." Julius Reed took out the Token from his pocket and tossed it to Deep Cold, "See if it’s genuine. If there’s no problem, let’s get straight to the point—I have some questions for you."

Deep Cold took the Token, examining it carefully in his hands.

Those who have passed on are gone, and those alive must continue forward.

He collected his emotions, running his hands over the Token, and finally nodded, returning it, "It’s real."

"The Emperor is very dissatisfied with the Bead Pulse," Julius Reed took the Token back and casually slid it into his belt, speaking indifferently, "This time, as the gold envoy of the Emperor’s Vein, following the Emperor’s orders, I’m here to investigate the matter of the Divine Dragon Tripod from back then."

"The Emperor really is domineering." Sitting back in his chair, Deep Cold’s face still showed a trace of sorrow.

He gave a bitter smile, "But I’ve become used to it. Not to mention me, even the Alliance Hierarch Pendleton, doesn’t he also have to show the Emperor respect?"

"So, shall we save some time?" Julius Reed smiled, expression inscrutable.

"Sorry, there are things I can talk about and those I cannot." Deep Cold looked displeased, "No matter what, I am the Vein Holder of the failing vein. Indeed, the Emperor’s Vein is mighty, even capable of sending forces to pressure the Sect Leader of Emei to death, but..."

"When did this happen?" Julius Reed’s brow furrowed slightly, quickly explaining, "I’ve been out investigating and haven’t kept up with the Emperor’s Vein’s movements. I hadn’t heard about it before I left."

"Understandable." Deep Cold didn’t doubt and instead looked envious, "It’s recent news. No one knows why Emei offended the Emperor. In the early hours, a grand exec from the Emperor’s Vein arrived at Emei in a helicopter, demanding the Sect Leader’s suicide. By nightfall, ten thousand riders stormed the mountain and reached the main hall of Emei!"

"Emei is also a major sect with a long history, why would they offend the Emperor?" Julius Reed pondered internally, timing the death of the Emei Sect Leader to have been after he dealt with that elder at Dragon Slay Bay.

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No way.

Julius Reed didn’t believe that the Imperial lineage would help him with anything.

"Who knows!" Deep Cold snorted with some dissatisfaction and spoke, "The actions of the Imperial lineage never make sense! They razed Shu Mountain with a vast cavalry, in the end smashing the grand hall and leaving with the head of Shu Mountain’s Sect Leader. This incident caused an uproar throughout the city. However, I heard that several old monsters from Shu Mountain are coming out and they are likely to settle accounts with you all!"

"I’m not afraid of you snitching. Someone needs to teach the Imperial lineage’s domineering nature a lesson!" Deep Cold glanced at Julius Reed, with an unwilling face, "Ask me then. Some things I can speak of, others I cannot."

After finishing, he thought for a moment and murmured, "However, if the Imperial lineage is involved with Bead Pulse matter, then I might actually have something to tell you."

"I won’t hide it from you; the Imperial lineage wants to get rid of Bead Pulse." Julius Reed made a throat-slashing gesture.

"That’s normal, two ambitiously greedy people will never allow the other to succeed." Deep Cold recovered from the lingering sadness of Mr. Smith the second’s death and looked at Julius Reed, "Bead Pulse arranged for Devlin to steal the Divine Dragon Tripod, intending to present it to the Pendleton Alliance Hierarch. I bribed someone from Bead Pulse, got wind of this and immediately tried to stop it!"

"Such a pity!"

He slammed the table, annoyed, "The Divine Dragon Tripod has already entered Swimming City. Although I founded the Unbeatable Divine Hall, attempting to storm Swimming City is simply impossible. I wanted to catch Devlin but never expected that they’d even invite an ancestor."

"Ancestor?" Julius Reed asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"You, being an Imperial lineage Token Holder, to us of the six lineages, it’s like an ancestor!" Deep Cold stood up and personally poured a cup of tea for Julius Reed, "I thought that no one in this world could find me."

"Just how powerful is this Golden Order?"

Julius Reed suddenly asked.

"Within the Seven Veins, aside from the Imperial lineage, you can sit on an equal footing with the Vein Holder," Deep Cold said with envy in his eyes.

"If I were to make a request..." Julius Reed asked again.

"It will be done." Deep Cold spoke grudgingly, "The example of Shu Mountain is right before us. If I were to kill you, do you believe that by sunset, the Imperial lineage’s army could level this mountain?"

"You can try."

Julius Reed picked up his tea cup and took a sip with a smile.

"You’re not afraid of dying, but I am!" Deep Cold snorted coldly, "I still have unfinished business."

"Then let me ask you, if I demanded that Bead Pulse serve me, this Golden Order..." Julius Reed held up his tea cup, asking with a smile that was not quite a smile.

"Damn it!"

Deep Cold, already over fifty years old, couldn’t help but curse when he heard this, "Sure thing, brother! Even I don’t dare to think of such a thing!"

"Is it possible or not." Julius Reed pressed for an answer, "Tell me."

"Then you’ll have to ask Bead Pulse," Deep Cold laughed heartily.

He put one foot up on a chair, continually pounding the table with his right hand, "If that woman gets wind of this, I’d very much like to see her reaction! Brother, if you truly bed that lady, you’ll have avenged me. In the future, I’ll help you out free of charge."

"Well then, first let me take a look at the treasure of the Deep Cold lineage," Julius Reed leaned back in his chair, supporting his chin and smiling lightly, "Just a look, that’s okay, right?"

"No problem!" Deep Cold did not hesitate and directly drew his Longsword from his waist, plunging it into the solid wooden table.

The sharp blade pierced right through the table top.

"Touch it?" Julius Reed extended his hand.

"No way!"

Swish!

Deep Cold took back his Longsword and sheathed it at his waist.

"Pendleton, the Alliance Hierarch, is in Swimming City. Bead Pulse got the Divine Dragon Tripod and will likely present it to the Alliance Hierarch. If the Imperial lineage wants to stop it, I suggest you act immediately. It’ll be too late once the Divine Dragon Tripod is out of reach," he said.

Having said that, he turned to leave.

"If the Imperial lineage insists..."

"Once Pendleton gets the Divine Dragon Tripod, the Imperial lineage can only submit," Deep Cold turned around, suddenly smiling, "It seems the Imperial lineage never told you about the agreement she made with Pendleton back in the day."