<h4>Chapter 1721: Chapter 1721: Redirecting Cmity Eastward</h4>


    "Karen, why are your pants wet?" Ilia Danvers, lying on the slope, personally witnessed the team of ck-armored warriors massacre the Undead Tribe!


    The heart was surging!


    The blood was boiling!


    He wished he could be one of them!


    Grabbing a knife and ughtering that bunch of scum!


    Not until Wilmer Percival left with the Wolf Cavalry did hee back to his senses.


    "Hey! Did you see that? They were riding my Mont Horse!" Ilia Danvers boasted with a hint of pride!


    "Damn it! If it were you, you’d wet your pants too!" Karen was a bit embarrassed.


    He had seen big scenes!


    But it didn’t stop him from wetting his pants just now from being scared.


    The killing intent on Wilmer Percival was too intense!


    For humans, the terror of murderous intent is innate.


    Not to mention Karen; anyone would have been scared unconscious.


    And Karen just wet his pants; he’s already doing quite well.


    It’s like how animals instinctively fear butchers.


    Someone who walks out of a pile of dead bodies, even a nce would make ordinary people tremble in fear!


    Fear from the heart!


    Whoever he res at, wets their pants!


    No one can resist it!


    "Haha, you kid, you’re the Holy Master, why didn’t you say so earlier!" Ilia Danvers walked over and put an arm around Karen: "Brother Twelve, I, Ilia Danvers, never imagined in my wildest dreams, to be called brother with the Holy Master! But, you have no airs at all! Tell me, why are you traveling incognito, hiding your identity?"


    "I’m not the Holy Master! Don’t get me in trouble!" Karen hurriedly shook his head.


    He pushed away Ilia Danvers’ hand, walked to the side of the snow, and picked up the baseball cap on the ground.


    After shaking off the snow, he put it back on his head.


    "Alright, I get it!" Ilia Danvers chuckled softly: "After all, the Holy Master’s healthcare getting caught and imprisoned is not a glorious thing! Tell me, what’s the next instruction!"


    "Almost forgot the main business!" Karen pped his thigh and lowered his voice: "The one who kidnapped your sister is Pendleton. Pendleton is still with the Caldwell Family at Boulevard. Don’t you want revenge?"


    "You’re spot on, they’ve stepped on the head of our Mont royal family, and I can endure it?" Ilia Danvers snorted lightly: "I must personally execute those Pendleton people!"


    "Alright, we’ll discuss it in detail when we go back." Karen nodded and headed towards the car.


    As soon as he walked away, the elder with a knife behind Ilia Danvers muttered: "Crown Prince, do you really believe he’s the Holy Master?"


    A bit fishy!


    Could the Holy Master be that casual?


    But considering how carefree their own Crown Prince is, it’s understandable.


    "Does it matter?" Ilia Danversughed softly: "If I’m not mistaken, that was indeed the Wolf Cavalry just now. Whether he is the Holy Master or not doesn’t matter. Because what he conveys is the intention of the Holy Master. To me, he is the Holy Master’s spokesperson."


    After saying that, Ilia Danvers patted the elder on the chest: "For everything, be a bit of a blockhead."


    "The Crown Prince is right!" The elder nodded and fell silent.


    ...


    Boulevard Mountain.


    The Caldwell Mansion.


    Crash!


    Han Caldwell smashed the teacup in his hand onto the ground!


    The cup shards and tea sshed everywhere!


    "Say that again!"


    "Master, thetest news. The team led by Sr Smith ispletely wiped out. Our Undead Tribe corpses were all burned..."


    Preston Caldwell stood beside Han Caldwell, head lowered, speaking softly.


    "Useless! A bunch of useless people!"


    Bam!


    Han Caldwell mmed his hand, shattering the table beside him, and roared: "Where is Sr Smith? Find him for me! I want to peel him myself!"


    "He is nowhere to be found." Preston Caldwell spoke with noticeable fear.


    Han Caldwell’s moods are unpredictable; once this Family Head loses his temper, often innocents get implicated.


    "Investigate! Send people to search for him! Alive, see his person; dead, see his corpse! No matter where Sr Smith goes, bring him back for me!" Han Caldwell was like an angry lion,pletely unable to control his emotions!


    "The Undead Tribe had never suffered such a great loss sinceing out of the mountains! A hundred elite, all dead!"


    Dead silence.


    No one dared to speak.


    Andrew sat below, his face gloomy.


    Ran away!


    The Duke actually ran away!


    Recalling everything before, his heart zed with overwhelming anger!


    Pendleton’s Alliance Hierarch had to carry a pnquin for a subordinate!


    The absurdity of the highest order!


    "This matter, the responsibility lies with me."


    Finally.


    Han Caldwell calmed his emotions and looked at the silent Andrew below. "But please believe, Boulevard Mountain is fully capable of intercepting and killing the Duke!"


    "Mr. Caldwell." Andrew raised his head and looked directly at Han Caldwell: "Whether the Duke dies sooner orter won’t affect the overall situation. But what exactly is the force that can wipe out the Undead Tribe in such a short time, don’t you want to investigate? This force remains a threat if not eliminated! A hidden danger!"


    "Well said." Han Caldwell pondered for a moment and pointed at Demetrius Caldwell: "My son, you investigate this! Offer a hefty reward for Sr Smith, see if this useless fool really fled!"


    "Understood! I’ll do it right away!" Demetrius Caldwell nodded and was the first to leave the Caldwell main hall.


    "Master."


    As soon as Demetrius Caldwell left, Preston Caldwell spoke out: "Today, I saw someone from Ocean Academy go out; could it be..."


    "Is that so?"


    Upon hearing this, both Andrew and Han Caldwell asked in unison.


    Ocean Academy has been in the limelighttely, hard to ignore.


    "That night, the thief could sneak into the courtyard, kill my Pendleton manager, and leave without a sound; it must be an internal spy!" Andrew’s mood was very bad when he brought up this matter. "Without an internal spy, who could easily break into the Caldwell Family?"


    He investigated!


    But found no results.


    Only knew that the enemy climbed over the wall, killed, and left.


    "My Pendleton’s location of Grace River’s imprisonment was so hidden, how could it be easily discovered? Mr. Caldwell, please think about it!" Andrew’s tone was already a bit displeased!


    If there really was an internal spy, it was the people of Caldwell’s family!


    If Grace River hadn’t been discovered, how could Pendleton endure this catastrophe?


    How could he himself be disgraced?


    "I indeed checked. That night the only one who left Ocean Academy was West Tower. But the ce West Tower went was Olindo Caldwell’s vi. This matter is universally known and can be testified by everyone." Han Caldwell had indeed investigated and suspected an internal spy.


    But.


    Nothing to trace.


    "Now, Preston Caldwell says there’s movement from Ocean Academy; Mr. Caldwell, why not go and ask!" Andrew stood up, walked to the door, and turned back: "In this world, besides a profound force like Ocean Academy, who else could easily destroy your army?"


    After that!


    He strode out!


    "Investigate!" Han Caldwell’s face was somber. "I’ll personally go and ask!"


    ...


    Gray Wolf Pavilion.


    Tennyson Hawthorne led the Ocean Academy disciples back, looking dejected.


    "How did it go, did you find Curtis Channing?"


    Brant Fairbanks stood at the door, full of anticipation, and asked.


    An hour ago, they received word.


    Curtis Channing had appeared outside Boulevard Mountain!


    So, Brant Fairbanks ordered Tennyson Hawthorne to lead a team personally to check the situation!


    If they could capture Curtis Channing, he could pin all the troubles on ck-wind Academy!


    "Returned with nothing!" Tennyson Hawthorne sighed: "Didn’t even catch a glimpse of him. Those people from ck-wind Academy are a bit cunning."


    "Go and rest." Brant Fairbanks said with a deep face, reminding: "Don’t tell anyone if asked."


    "Understood!"


    Tennyson Hawthorne understoodpletely.


    No matter what, he must not let the outside world know about Curtis Channing’s appearance.


    Otherwise, many ns could not be executed.


    "Dean Fairbanks!"


    Just then, Han Caldwell hurriedly came with people.


    Just in time to see Tennyson Hawthorne and that team of disciples, visibly exhausted.


    "What were you..." His lips trembled slightly. "What were you up to?"