Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1379: Offering Treasures

"Andrew!"

Swimming City, Gold Avenue.

In front of a luxurious manor.

Two guards dressed in golden clothes bowed deeply to the approaching figure.

"Has the Alliance Hierarch retired to bed?" Andrew, carrying a spear, with Devlin, who was somewhat inebriated, hoisted over his shoulder, asked the guards.

"The Alliance Hierarch has not retired." The guard turned around, making sure there were no others nearby, before whispering: "He has called for three more ladies, adding to the two from this morning, the Alliance Hierarch is currently frolicking with five women."

"Do not speak carelessly." Andrew’s right hand gently rotated, and the spear gradually shortened until it was only half a meter long and he tucked it into his waistband.

"Has Isabella Warm arrived?"

Andrew inquired again as he approached the entrance.

"Half an hour ago." The guard replied truthfully.

Andrew didn’t say anything but placed Devlin at the door and went straight inside.

Gold Avenue!

The most bustling street in Swimming City!

At the southern end is the Ghost Market, the fountainhead of wealth.

At the northern end lies the City Lord’s Mansion, surrounded by affluent areas, bustling beyond imagination!

The pavestones of Gold Avenue are all made of gold bricks!

The walls on both sides are cast in silver.

No matter the erosion from wind and rain, the gold bricks have still been dazzling for hundreds of years, the walls shimmering with a silver glow.

On Gold Avenue, vehicular traffic is not permitted.

The City Lord’s Mansion also spends a huge sum of money annually to maintain and repair Gold Avenue!

To have a room by Gold Avenue is to reach a pinnacle in life!

Pendleton not only has such a room but an entire courtyard!

A separate, exclusive residence, covering an area of three thousand square meters!

At this moment.

Andrew entered the courtyard alone, heading for the innermost room.

That was where the Alliance Hierarch rested.

Before reaching the door, he saw a woman standing in the yard.

The woman wore a white dress with a silver hairpin on her head.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed the woman’s face was hidden behind a veil.

Her true appearance remained unseen.

"Andrew, has met with Isabella Warm." Andrew bowed slightly, with a smile on his face: "I heard from the guard at the door that you’ve been here for half an hour."

"Indeed." Isabella Warm did not turn around, her eyes fixed on the door, sounding somewhat impatient.

"The Alliance Hierarch has traveled a long distance to Swimming City, perhaps a bit weary from the journey," Andrew said with a smile, offering an explanation.

"I’m sure the Alliance Hierarch is quite fatigued." Leander Sylvan turned to glance at Andrew, "After all, to have a good time with five women at the same time, even for the Sacred Leader of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, it would be too much to bear."

"Isabella Warm, you jest. If the Alliance Hierarch were to overhear, that would be somewhat disrespectful," Andrew said with an appeasing laugh, though his eyes continuously glanced towards the room.

Suddenly, he said quietly, "The message from The North Sea, I have received it."

"How is it?"

Isabella Warm’s lips remained still, yet a whisper slipped out: "The North Sea has also contacted me, but I do not like to cooperate with them."

"You took their treasure, of course they would be agitated." On the surface, Andrew appeared expressionless, and there was no movement of his throat or mouth.

Yet the voice was indeed his own.

Masters often have the skill of ventriloquism.

Only Isabella Warm, in close proximity, could hear clearly.

Others would not detect a thing.

"However, the position of Alliance Hierarch is a tough one to hold. Although Pendleton has long been in name only and not reality, a centipede dies but never falls. The four mighty generals around the Alliance Hierarch are not easily shaken by me."

Andrew stood with hands folded in front, waiting respectfully.

"Moreover, many managers within Pendleton would also not agree. The position of the Alliance Hierarch is desirable, but one must be alive to occupy it."

Silence.

Isabella Warm did not speak, nor did Andrew.

The two seemed to have reached an unspoken agreement, waiting in silence.

Five minutes later.

"Andrew, you have returned?"

A male voice came from inside the room.

"Subordinate Andrew, greets the Alliance Hierarch!" Andrew knelt on one knee, hands clasped in a fist, his tone very respectful.

"You may dispense with the formalities!"

The door was slowly pushed open.

A fat man around forty years of age was straightening his clothes and yawning as he said, "Come in and have a seat."

"Yes!"

Isabella Warm and Andrew simultaneously responded.

As they passed through the doorway, a man who seemed to be covered in gold powder reached out to stop Isabella Warm.

"I have already delivered the ultimatum, and this time I am here to present a treasure to the Alliance Hierarch." Isabella Warm turned her head and glanced at the man covered in gold with a hint of displeasure, "What is the meaning of this?"

"Mountain, let her pass."

The portly middle-aged man sitting in the center of the great hall waved at the man dressed in gold, "Isabella Warm is here to present a treasure to our Alliance Hierarch, no need to give her a hard time."

"Yes!"

The burly man known as ’Mountain’ stepped back, but his eyes vigilantly watched Isabella Warm.

The room was quite spacious.

The first thing one saw upon entering was the great hall.

The bedroom was beyond that.

There were nine chairs in the great hall.

In the very center, against the wall, there was only one.

A golden throne shining brightly.

Behind the throne, on the wall, hung a scroll parchment!

In the center of the scroll was a dragon!

A red dragon!

Around the red dragon, there were portraits of sixteen men, each with a line of small characters beneath them.

The portly middle-aged man was sitting on the throne, yawning as he said, "I apologize for making you wait."

By the man’s side, stood two more men covered head to toe in golden yellow.

These people, as if they had smeared themselves with a layer of gold dust, looked from afar like gilded Arhats.

However, their stature was quite different from the one called ’Mountain’ at the gate.

These two were very thin, with eyes full of sharpness.

Their movements were exceptionally agile!

On the other side of the door stood a fourth gilded man.

He stood with ’Mountain’, one to the left and one to the right, guarding the door.

Mountain, River, Lake, Sea.

The four Vajras by the side of Pendleton, the Alliance Hierarch!

Invincible in the world!

"It is my duty." Isabella Warm gave a slight bow but did not hurry to present the treasure. Instead, she spoke, "Congratulations, Alliance Hierarch! In accordance with the agreement of years past, the Imperial Vein shall henceforth submit to Pendleton! With the Seven Veins united, your grand endeavor shall be realized!"

"Excellent!"

The portly man’s face brightened with joy as he vigorously slapped his thigh, excitedly declaring, "For many years the Seven Veins have been fractured and scattered, but now they will be unified under me, Rose seventeen!"

"Congratulations, Alliance Hierarch!" Andrew knelt on one knee, his hands clasped together and lifted above his head, "The great endeavor of the Alliance Hierarch shall be achieved!"

After speaking, he shot Isabella Warm a meaningful glance.

That glance was laden with deep significance.

"Good! Good! Good!" The portly man said ’good’ three times in a row, grinning at Isabella Warm, "Where is the treasure? Bring it here so I can have a look! Everyone desires the Divine Dragon Tripod, but in the end, it falls into my hands!"

"The Alliance Hierarch is indeed blessed by heaven." Isabella Warm brought out a medicine tripod seemingly out of nowhere with her right hand.

The tripod was palm-sized, pitch-black, and etched with strange symbols.

Isabella Warm stood up and walked towards the portly man.

"Is this the Divine Dragon Tripod?"

The portly man immediately sat up straight, his eyes ablaze with excitement.

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Everyone knows of the Divine Dragon Tripod!

Even Pendleton, the Alliance Hierarch, could not help but be moved by such a treasure.

"Presenting it to the Alliance Hierarch!" Isabella Warm said as she held it up with both hands, but she was intercepted by one of the gilded men.

"I shall present it on your behalf!"

After speaking coldly, the man took the Divine Dragon Tripod and turned around.

Bang!

A loud bang!

The gilded man’s figure halted, and he fell to his knees with a ’thump’!

"Alliance Hierarch, I have another treasured sword to present to you now!" In Isabella Warm’s hand, unbeknownst to when, appeared a sharp blade that she thrust straight towards the portly man!