<h4>Chapter 1564: Chapter 1564: Take Care of Yourself</h4><h4></h4>
After finishing his tea, Julius Reed ced the box of concealed weapons on the table.
The time is not ripe.
Need to stoke the fire a bit more.
By his side, Hollis Somerset didn’t hear clearly what Julius Reed was saying, but seeing him take the box of concealed weapons, there was a trace of fear on his face.
Value life!
Who knows if this man will go crazy and hurt himself.
"Since it’s a martial artist gathering, I have a suggestion. Why not have a match on this stage, for us to enjoy during our meal and drinks?"
Caelum Danvers, experienced with big asions, handled such unexpected situations quite naturally.
But, who will be the first to go up?
Most martial artists in Town are here, and if a strong one goes up, it might seem inappropriate for their status.
If a weak one goes up, it would only be a disy of ignorance.
Aughingstock.
Caelum Danvers obviously knew this, so he just casually mentioned it to lighten the mood.
To ease the awkwardness of a death at the birthday banquet.
Incidentally, today he wants to showcase his immortal abilities!
People in Town have heard about Caelum Danvers’ immortality, but not many have seen it firsthand.
Now, he wants everyone to witness it.
To build an image for the undead!
This is also arranged by the Undead Tribe.
Why would they grant these ordinary folks immortality?
Simply to let Town people know how powerful the Undead Tribe is!
To make all martial artists in Town serve them!
This point, Caelum Danvers knows full well.
His action also serves to express his loyalty.
Killing two birds with one stone.
"I am Tibalt Michael, borrowing your esteemed venue to make a small disy, precisely to entertain Grandmaster Danvers!" Sitting at the entrance, Tibalt Michael, filled with anger, was worrying about what to do next.
Upon hearing this, he nned to vent his anger on the worker at the first table!
"Master Michael! Why is Master Michael sitting at the entrance?"
"Did I see it wrong? Is it really Master Michael?"
"Witnessing an act from a top grandmaster in Town is truly an honor for us!"
The guests looked on with curiosity.
Mighty Master Michael should be sitting at the first table by all ounts, shouldn’t he?
Why is he at the entrance?
Caelum Danvers was equally surprised.
Instinctively, he nced at the first table.
Why were there a few unfamiliar men?
Never seen before.
Grandmaster Danvers turned his head and looked at Franklin Weatherby.
Franklin Weatherby was stunned.
The disciples of Phoenix Sect said those people were Grandmaster Danvers’ close friends.
Now that Caelum Danvers himself is asking, even a fool like Franklin Weatherby understands what’s going on.
"Gulp."
He swallowed nervously.
Feeling a bit anxious.
At the table sat the Somerset and ckwood families.
Yet Tibalt Michael and Hardy Ridge were nowhere to be seen.
Instead, there were four unfamiliar faces.
Unfamiliar?
Harry River!
Caelum Danvers noticed Harry River.
Good heavens!
Just when he was fretting over not finding this fortune teller, he showed up on his own?
And unabashedly sat in the front row?
Harry River met his gaze, raised his ss, and toasted from afar.
"Haha." Caelum Danvers chuckled softly and whispered to Franklin Weatherby beside him, "Arrange for someone to guard all exits. This beggar is skilled at escaping; don’t let him slip away."
"Understood!"
Franklin Weatherby’s heart raced.
Why was everything he did today goingpletely wrong?
He promptly left the stage and arranged for people to keep a close watch.
Meanwhile, Franklin Weatherby personally stood behind Harry River.
Earlier when meeting Hollis Somerset and Mount ckwood, he hadn’t realized this beggar was actually Harry River!
Neglect of duty!
Meanwhile.
On the stage.
Caelum Danvers smiled at Tibalt Michael, "Brother Michael, why are you sitting there? I just nced over and thought you weren’t fond enough to attend your brother’s birthday banquet."
"Grandmaster Danvers! We who practice the martial arts care not for empty fame. Whether sitting in thest row or not, I Tibalt Michael am still Tibalt Michael! Still a grandmaster!"
Tibalt Michael crossed his hands behind him, voice full of pride, "But if it’s a worker, even sitting in the first row, they’re just a performer!"
His words were unmistakably targeted at Julius Reed.
"Worthy of being a grandmaster! In action, in deed, all have the aura of a master!"
"Well said! Martial artists shouldn’t care for empty fame!"
Tibalt Michael’s words stirred apuse among the martial artists!
"Please! Let’s witness Brother Michael’s skills!" Caelum Danvers cheerfully finished, walked to the first table, and sat down.
There was a spot reserved for the host.
Originally, apanying Caelum Danvers at the table should have been Tibalt Michael and Hardy Ridge, along with the Somerset and ckwood families.
These families held significant standings in Town.
But now...
"Mr. River, it’s been a while!" Caelum Danvers said, sitting across from Harry River, with a cold smile on his face.
"Just saw you this afternoon, not even six hours ago." Harry River lifted his ss, letting out a burp, "Happy Birthday, Grandmaster Danvers!"
"Much appreciated." Caelum Danvers didn’t drink, nor did he raise the ss, just lightly responded, "You’re not worthy."
"Worthy."
Harry River held the ss high and directly spilled it onto the ground.
After this move, Franklin Weatherby’s face turned green.
Offering sacrifices to the dead at Caelum Danvers’ birthday? What bad luck!
"Interesting." Caelum Danvers stroked the ring on his finger, sneering, "It’s my birthday today; I don’t wish to kill anyone. So, you can live until tomorrow."
"I thought these gentlemen were Grandmaster Danvers’ friends." Hollis Somerset immediately exaggerated: "Unexpectedly, they came to cause trouble."
Great!
Originally hoping for Caelum Danvers to give them an exnation, now he can just enjoy the show.
"These gentlemen look unfamiliar..." Caelum Danvers hadn’t finished speaking, then paused.
His eyes fell on Julius Reed, his entire body trembling!
Excited!
There’s a road to heaven yet you don’t go, but you barge into hell without a gate!
"No wonder Harry River ran away; turns out you know each other." He squinted his eyes, gesturing towards Franklin Weatherby behind him: "Tell the master, the person he’s looking for is already in my grasp."
"Understood!"
Franklin Weatherby turned and left.
"Thank you." Caelum Danvers raised his ss and toasted Julius Reed, "Your life can make me prosperous!"
Meanwhile.
On the stage.
Tibalt Michael was already in position.
While everyone spected who Master Michael would challenge.
Tibalt Michael pointed at the first table: "I suppose anyone sitting at the first table must be an expert. If so, I want to challenge that person!"
He pointed at Julius Reed!
"Go, he’s calling you." Caelum Danvers looked at enor Wood.
What a joke, even challenging his own prospects? Impossible!
Julius Reed is his prospect!
Future!
Caelum Danvers knew well Tibalt Michael wanted to challenge Julius Reed, but still signaled enor Wood to go up.
"Go ahead, be gentle, after all, he’s an old fellow." Julius Reed couldn’t be bothered.
Mighty Saint Lord, bullying others?
"Alright!"
enor Wood leapt gracefully,nding on the stage!
"Great skill! Definitely a Great Grandmaster!"
"A showdown between masters, marvelous!"
"But who is this person? Why do they look so unfamiliar?"
Tibalt Michael slightly furrowed his brows.
He wanted to fight a worker, how did the Sect Leader of Medicine King Valleye up?
But this was Caelum Danvers’ intention...
Tibalt Michael had to brace himself to ept the challenge.
"Young man, I advise you to know your ce!" He rolled up his sleeves, assuming a stance: "If you get hit by me, you’ll lose your life!"
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