<strong>Chapter 1507: Chapter 1507: Ghost Martial Tribe</strong>
The Eternal City was engulfed in a cacophony of battle cries and shouts.
Yet, the areas where the six elite families resided were unusually tranquil.
Led by the Young Family, Grandmasters from the Cook Family stood resolutely in the streets, blocking off all paths leading to the six families’ domain.
After Emperor Charlotte Grey’s death, power was divided among six factions.
These families upied the best locations in the Eternal City and seized the finest resources.
A thousand years of prosperity had transformed their districts into a true haven for the elite.
Besides the six families, there wasn’t a single other household on the entire street.
Though internal strife wasmon, when their core interests were at stake, the Two Kings and Four Ministers disyed remarkable unity.
Midnight.
Julius Reed sat in the Crystal Hall, staring absentmindedly at the three women before him.
As expected, Merrill Caldwell appeared thoroughly bullied by the two mature women, her eyes still streaked with traces of undried tears.
“I’m a bit tired. You should go rest for now,” Julius waved his hand, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes.
“Oh…” Merrill responded with noticeable disappointment as she rose and prepared to leave.
“Let me give you a shoulder massage,” Gabriel Young said as she also stood, moving behind Julius Reed and gently cing her hands on his shoulders, skillfully massaging them.
“I’ll wash your feet,” Nelson dered abruptly, unsheathing her longsword.
Crack!
The sword’s tip etched a perfect circle on the ground.
With a light flick, she carved out a meter-wide, 20-centimeter-deep hole in the floor beneath Julius Reed’s feet within the Crystal Restaurant.
Nelson walked to the tea table, pouring tea directly into the circr cavity.
Still unsatisfied, she headed to the tea room faucet, grabbing several teapots and filling them to the brim.
Tearing open packs of tea leaves, she threw them in.
With a sudden, sharp sh of her longsword—
Wham!
Sparks erupted.
The friction created intense heat, and Nelson’s sword was now glowing red-hot.
She plunged the de into the water, sending up plumes of steam. The water in the makeshift pool immediately heated up.
“Please,” Nelson said with a bow, slipping Julius Reed’s shoes off and cing his feet into the steaming water.
The temperature was just right.
“My tea!” Gabriel’s heart bled.
It was her favorite blend, a near-priceless treasure!
“What a narrow-minded woman,” Nelson scoffed. “The tea Lord Julius uses for soaking his feet daily is a hundred times better than this.”
“True.” Julius nodded in agreement.
Tea?
It was nothing but leaves.
On Demarco Mount, there were countless rare herbs.
A random leaf picked from a tree there could extend one’s lifespan indefinitely.
The tea Gabriel cherished like gold was merely drinkable, and only slightly more vorful than in water.
“You guys…” Merrill Caldwell was dumbfounded.
She had thought Julius Reed genuinely meant he was tired…
But it turned out, in this crowd, she was the only one being honest!
“Enough,” Julius opened his eyes and said wearily, “I want to handle something alone. You should really step back now.”
“Alright, take care of yourself,” Nelson stood and suddenly smirked, “Oh, and don’t push so hard in the future.”
With that, she turned and left,pletely ignoring Gabriel Young.
“Liar!” Gabriel dramatically increased the pressure in her massage, stormed off angrily!
She couldn’t forget how she had dashed out recklessly, only to have to hide behind a wall and eavesdrop.
“Ridiculous,” Julius muttered, shaking his head helplessly.
Today’s affairs were far too convoluted.
Especially Ian Jorden’sment…
Memory tampering!
Julius had suspected this before, as certain encounters while seeking the truth feltpletely inconsistent with his own memories.
Soon after, a sharp pain erupted in his head!
It was likely the sh of conflicting memories causing these symptoms.
The only bright spot was that Ian Jorden was still alive and seemingly hadn’t betrayed him.
Another troubling matter was Lillian Tompson’s sudden disappearance.
Lillian had always waited for him outside the city.
Coincidentally, she vanished as soon as the Ghost King appeared.
Her phone was unreachable, and she could not be located.
Even the royal lineage, Elwood Thorneycroft, had also disappeared right alongside her.
Julius confirmed with Nichs Pendleton that the two had indeed left that night.
Given his status, Nichs hadn’t dared to ask more questions.
Things were growing increasingly bizarre.
Lillian’s timing was far too convenient, escaping just when the Ghost King arrived.
Was it mere coincidence?
And what about Elwood Thorneycroft?
He wasn’t answering his phone either.
Julius pulled out his phone and meticulously examined the photo of the de held by the Ghost King.
The text and symbols on it were identical to those etched into Lillian’s earrings.
He nced at his watch.
Pulling his feet out of the water, he closed his eyes.
The time for the Azure Emperor’s ancient tomb to open was drawing closer.
Would the truth behind all of this be revealed inside Emperor Charlotte Grey’s tomb?
…
Where there is serenity, there is also war.
Inside the city.
An estate.
Lillian Tompson and Elwood Thorneycroft sat face-to-face.
But their status and positions were worlds apart.
“The Emperor sent you to get close to the Lord and investigate me?” Lillian wore an outfit resembling Miao tribal clothing, painted with skulls.
“How could that be!” Elwood, securely tied to a chair, chuckled nervously. “Our meeting was pure coincidence. I came to the Eternal City intending to interact with Zanis Cook, relying on his father’s influence here to investigate Leander Sylvan’s matters.”
“Seems usible enough,” Lillian nodded with a cold smile, “If someone else heard that, they would probably believe you. But do you know who I am? I am Lillian Tompson! The saintess of the Ghost Martial Tribe, a woman who dares defy the royal lineage! You think someone like you can fool me?”
Having said that, Lillian extended her right hand, examining the five rings on her fingers.
Each ring bore a skull design.
“If you don’t cooperate, I have countless ways to make you talk.” She paused, slowly rotating the rings in front of Elwood.
“I had no idea you were the saintess of the Ghost Martial Tribe… Besides, I’m just a worker under the royal lineage, how could I know any of their secrets? Sister, we’ve shared the same bed, so why not let me go?” Elwood pleaded pitifully, dodging direct answers while trying desperately to bargain.
“A dignified Royal Lineage Gold Envoy, calling themselves a worker?” Lillianughed uproariously, then sternly added, “Do not test my patience! You know full well how cruel our Ghost Martial Tribe’s methods are. If you continue to resist, I’ll turn you into a dried corpse!”
“No, please! Sister, I’m so beautiful, you couldn’t bear to…”
Smack!
Before Elwood could finish, Lillian pped her across the face!
“Ah,” Elwood sighed deeply.
“Had a revtion?” Lillian raised an eyebrow, puzzled by the sudden change in demeanor.
“That’s right. I came to the Eternal City specifically to investigate you. As for the Lord, the Gold Token was given to him indirectly by the Emperor anyway. With the Royal Lineage’s Gold Token, who would dare challenge the Lord here?” Elwood’s tone shifted dramatically, seemingly having been intimidated enough.
“Why confess all of a sudden?” Lillian asked curiously, wondering if she merely hadn’t been ruthless enough before.
“Because there’s no need for me to stall anymore!” Elwood chuckled slyly. “You’re in danger now.”
“What are you talking about?”
Lillian hadn’t finished her sentence—
Crunch!
Outside the window—
The ss shattered instantly!
The corpses of two Ghost Martial Tribe Grandmasters were tossed unceremoniously through the window,nding before Lillian.
“I heard someone here thinks they can stand against the Emperor? Let me see if you’re truly worthy,” a female voice rang out suddenly from beyond the broken window.