<strong>Chapter 1738: Chapter 1738: God</strong>


    On the clean sheet of paper, there was a very peculiar figure drawn.


    This person was dressed in animal fur, with a robust physique, yet the expression was extremely gentle.


    Totally different from the fierce and evil figure Julius Reed had drawn before.


    Suddenly!


    A sh of light passed through his mind, causing him immense pain!


    “Hiss…”


    Julius Reed clutched his head with both hands, leaning against the sofa.


    Some memories shed by like meteors, but he couldn’t grasp them.


    Gradually, the pain subsided.


    “What’s wrong?” Baylor Davenport asked cautiously from the side.


    She knew that at times like this, the best thing she could do was to remain silent.


    Any unnecessary concern would be an encumbrance.


    How could a perfectly fine person suddenly faint like that?


    “It’s nothing, just caught a bit of a cold.” Julius Reed rubbed his temples, his gaze falling back onto the paper. “Have you… seen this drawing before?”


    Baylor Davenport’s ability to skillfully draw the face indicated she must’ve seen it!


    And with a deep impression.


    Otherwise, how could she draw without even thinking?


    “Of course, I’ve seen it; this is the god we in The North Sea worship,” Baylor Davenport said cheerfully, “From birth, North Sea people must revere it. When the royal family ascends, the king personally leads officials to Julie Mountain to worship. Even the authority of priests dedicated to The North Sea is equal to the royal power!”


    After hearing this, Julius Reed was even more surprised!


    The North Sea is a Vassal State of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, submissive to Demarco Mount for years.


    But, until he personally led the Wolf Cavalry to tread The North Sea, he didn’t know this.


    Does The North Sea actually have religious beliefs?


    “Are you sure the god you worship is exactly like the one in this drawing? I mean, the outfit and physique.” He needed to be clear.


    “Absolutely. I’m from the royal family and have been worshiping since childhood. I could draw it with my eyes closed.” Baylor Davenport said proudly, “Where have you seen it? And it’s really drawn precisely, but…”


    As she spoke, she picked up the pen and drew an axe at the figure’s waist.


    “Look, now it’spletely identical. Where did you see it?” Essentially, Baylor Davenport was still quite naive.


    Though she had assembled a small court with the help of Everton Davenport and experienced some social dangers in Swimming City,


    she was ultimately a woman with a weak sense of defense.


    And she was entirely unaware that some things can be said, while others absolutely cannot.


    “Do all North Sea people worship this?” Julius Reed’s eyes twinkled as he spoke smilingly, “I just happened to see it once while traveling. Today, out of whim, I decided to draw it. Who would’ve thought, the figure in the drawing is the god you guys worship in The North Sea.”


    Julie Mountain, he knew.


    Indeed located within The North Sea.


    However, it’s filled with towering mountains and treacherous paths.


    Few go there.


    The locals are mostly indigenous.


    Unexpectedly, there’s such a figure in Julie Mountain, nearly a thousand kilometers away from The North Sea’s capital.


    “Typically, every god worshiped has its own story. I’m very interested in such stories; could you tell me about it?” Julius Reed felt a bit guilty.


    Once again, he would deceive this young girl!


    Alright, let’s just consider it a free lesson for this North Sea princess.


    Even without asking for tuition, it could be seen as a charitable act.


    “Legend has it this god is our ancestor. Apparently, sacrificing themselves to protect the tribe. My father told me, unlike other beliefs, this god we’re worshiping is said to be able toe alive anytime. If he surfaces, we’ll conquer thisnd.”


    Baylor Davenport did not realize this was confidential. To her, the figures in faith were generally elusive.


    Having spent many years abroad, she became an atheist.


    Thus, she felt no issue recounting the story.


    “Revival? That’s truly impressive.” Julius Reed had a rather uncertain notion.


    The North Sea, could it be descendants of Pruitt Wilde?


    If it really is so!


    Could Lillian Tompson be somehow connected to The North Sea?


    The North Sea rebellion, which seemed thoroughly investigated, now appeared clouded with suspicion!


    Previously, he suspected it was Grace River using Kyler Reed to incite the rebellion in The North Sea!


    Trying to seize the chance to storm Demarco Mount and eliminate Isabe Warm!


    Eradicate the Pendleton elements surrounding Julius Reed!


    Later, it appeared to be Eliezer Pine orchestrating everything, wanting to divide the three and seize control of Demarco Mount!


    “It is said, the life’s mission of the priests is to revive this god! Otherwise, how could they hold such high status! Some High Priests even dare to dictate to my father.” Baylor Davenport was particrly displeased when she talked about the priests.


    Her belly full ofints seemed to be bursting out.


    “Isn’t it absurd; a dignified North Sea king could even endure such grievances?” Julius Reed asked deliberately.


    “Who said otherwise! What’s more absurd is a suggestion from a High Priest back then, plus numerous subsequent changes, led us in The North Sea to attack Demarco Mount, even causing…” As she spoke, Baylor Davenport seemed to realize the mistake and quickly shut her mouth.


    “Where did you see it? Normally, it’s really hard to see,” Baylor Davenport immediately shifted the topic, trying to distract Julius Reed.


    Carelessly, she revealed confidential information.


    “In a dream, would you believe it?” Julius Reed chuckled lightly, though his heart was somewhat shocked!


    Damn it!


    Four maids, none of them virtuous!


    Lillian Tompson is the saintess of the Ghost Martial Tribe!


    Capable of instructing the so-called priests!


    This means, when The North Sea mobilized the entire nation to attack Demarco Mount, Lillian Tompson was aware!


    Julius Reed suddenly regretted not capturing Lillian Tompson at Town!


    To thoroughly question her!


    “What’s wrong with your face?” Baylor Davenport suddenly noticed Julius Reed’splexion seemed off.


    “It’s nothing, maybe just a bit tired. I’ll be fine after a rest.”


    After speaking, Julius Reed walked to the coat stand, put on his coat, and left the room.


    “What on earth!”


    Baylor Davenport couldn’t help but knit her brows, muttering as she returned to bed.


    …


    Dark night with strong winds.


    Snowkes swirling.


    Julius Reed stood beneath the Gray Wolf Pavilion, took out his phone, hesitated briefly, and called Lillian Tompson.


    But to his surprise.


    He was prompted that the number was invalid.


    It seems Lillian Tompson handled matters mysteriously.


    The phone cards she used seemed to have temporary encryption.


    He entered a string of numbers, dialed again.


    “Hello.”


    A female voice came from the phone.


    “Pass the phone to Grace River.”


    Julius Reed said ndly.


    “Your Majesty, it’s that bastard’s call.”


    First, the sound of the young royal sister came through the receiver, followed by Grace River.


    “What’s up?”


    Despite being an imposing emperor, her voice seemed tender whenmunicating with Julius Reed.


    “Did you have anything to do with The North Sea’s attack on Demarco Mount?”


    Julius Reed cut to the chase.


    “Yes.” Without any hesitation, Grace River directly admitted.