<h4>Chapter 2060: Chapter 2060: A Reason Not to Kill You</h4>


    Didn’t mishear?


    Julius Reed stood in ce, not saying a word all along.


    This Osher Reed is plotting against the Prophet, coborating with the owner of Dusty tform to kill the Prophet?


    Looking at Osher Reed, with his thick brows and big eyes, who would have thought he was so insidious?


    Yet, on second thought, it seems normal after all.


    Osher Reedpletelyplements Julius Reed’s personality, betrayal is nothing unusual.


    "What, not satisfied with my previous conditions?"


    The man still faced away from Julius Reed, nibbling on a cigarette, he spoke slowly: "I promised I could make you the Prophet. Although my experiment has some limitations, sending you into the divine realm is no problem. As long as the temple cannot reappear in the Mortal World for one day, they will have to rely on you. At that time, whatever you want, isn’t it up to you?"


    "Let me think it over. This is a rather dangerous matter. Once exposed, I will end up in a terrible state," Julius Reed spoke.


    Just stall for now, see if there are things I still don’t know.


    "You’ve changed your mind? That’s not a wise decision. Brother, if the Prophet knows about this, he won’t spare you," the man flicked his cigarette ash, sighed and said: "Think about it carefully."


    "It’s not that I’ve changed my mind; it’s just that this matter is extremely tough, and I hope to get better returns. After all, losing the Prophet means losing my backing. If you decide to harm me, burn bridges after crossing..."


    Julius Reed didn’t finish his words and was interrupted by the man: "Come on! Would I deceive you? Don’t forget, how many years have we known each other! Over the years, without my help, how could you upy Pranay Martinez’s body? Without upying Pranay Martinez’s body, how could you havee out? And withouting out, how could you reim Julius Reed’s body? You suspect me?"


    The words were spoken with the man’s anger.


    The tone was very displeased.


    "Ungrateful! You won’t even help with this small favor, yet you’re negotiating terms and conditions. The Prophet is this weak, my people exert slightly more effort, and taking him out doesn’t seem too difficult."


    After speaking, the man tossed away his cigarette butt.


    Then he extended his hand.


    The person beside him immediately handed over a brand new cigar.


    "You’re not being reasonable." After the man finished speaking, the person next to him helped to light the cigar.


    "I have been underground for many years, how do I know if it was you helping? What if it wasn’t you? This matter is critical; my personality is always suspicious. Whatever it is, I say it. Don’t take offence," Julius Reed said from behind the man.


    "Osher Reed, that dog." The man, still facing away from him, sounded increasingly displeased. "But it’s true; you have upied Julius Reed’s body, which indeed gives you the capital to negotiate with me. Alright then, brothers always settle ounts clearly! If you have any conditions, go ahead and say them. The expert I’ve invited will be hereter. Time is precious."


    "What kind of expert is so prestigious? With your skills, whoever you want to invite, just treat them like a captive and bring them over. Why bother inviting them like this? There’s surely someone better than you?" Julius Reed was curious about where these experts came from.


    Anyone capable of researching temples is certainly not ordinary.


    But, amongst Martial Artists, is there a term like expert?


    Fists rule!


    "I currently don’t have the ability to capture them, but isn’t it better for everyone to coborate?" The man turned around after finishing.


    "Hmm?"


    Julius Reed was momentarily stunned.


    Damn it...


    It’s Ilia Danvers?


    Grace River’s brother?


    Crown Prince of Mont!


    What exactly is happening here?


    "What, surprised to hear this?" Ilia Danvers slowly stood up from the chair, holding the cigar, and walked step by step to Julius Reed.


    The distance between them was less than a meter.


    Exhale.


    The smoke from Ilia Danvers’ cigar blew on Julius Reed’s face. "Tonight, you’ll know. You know him, you’re even acquainted. Hahaha!"


    Ilia Danvers!


    Back then Ilia Danvers even went to Boulevard Mountain to rescue Grace River.


    How in the blink of an eye did he be the owner of Dusty tform?


    It’s said Ilia Danvers is a hedonistic yboy, indulging in everyday pleasures, but Julius Reed knows this person isn’t simple.


    Perhaps harboring great aspirations, deliberately defaming himself.


    But now.


    The owner of Dusty tform?


    These two identities seem somewhat distant.


    Suddenly, Julius Reed remembered Pruitt Wilde’s words!


    The golden dragon seems to be in Mont, never having been asleep.


    This was personally said back then by Pruitt Wilde.


    Mont!


    If the golden dragon was never sealed and asleep, then why has it been so quiet in Mont all these years?


    "Look at your surprise." Ilia Danvers had a hint of mockery on his face, patting Julius Reed on the shoulder: "In the future, you be Prophet, I be Human King, isn’t that great? Once I find Red Rat, I can break the bnce of the temple, and by then the golden dragon will illuminate the world!"


    His eyes were filled with admiration.


    "To be honest, I want your sister." Julius Reed said.


    Osher Reed and Julius Reed are essentially the same person, just different positions and very different personalities.


    Regarding preferences for women, they’re quite simr.


    Influenced by Julius Reed, Osher Reed also quite likes Hiddy.


    "Don’t mess around." Ilia Danvers punched him on the shoulder: "Although she’s not my sister, she is part of the Danvers Family. If you want to mess with someone, go mess with another girl. If you keep targeting Grace River, then no more brotherly ties." After finishing, Ilia Danvers tossed the cigar to the ground.


    Stepping on it.


    Crushing it.


    "Go ahead, you have less than two hours." After speaking, Ilia Danvers opened the door.


    Julius Reed left the room with questions in his heart.


    Without even resorting to violence.


    Mont indeed has issues.


    But previously, why hadn’t it urred to him?


    Furthermore, listening to what Ilia Danvers implies, although not siblings with Grace River, they do have some sort of connection.


    Dreamily leaving the room, Julius Reed walked through theb section and nced again.


    Even more curious about who can be called an expert.


    Soon, Julius Reed arrived at the Prophet’s door and knocked.


    "Come in," the Prophet said.


    He seemed to have gained a bit of strength.


    "Did you teach him a lesson?" The Prophet opened his eyes, looking even more pale.


    A nket covered him, appearing slightly cold.


    But Julius Reed knew this was a reaction from excessive consumption of energy.


    "No," he shook his head.


    "What happened?" The Prophet turned his head to look at him: "Did anything unexpected happen?"


    ng!


    Julius Reed drew the Longsword, directly stabbing it into the headboard of the Prophet’s bed!


    "Hmm?" The Prophet was first taken aback, quickly realizing something was wrong. "Did he bribe you?"


    "Yes, offering me a lot of benefits, difficult to refuse," Julius Reed said: "Sorry, Prophet."


    "You didn’t intend to kill me." The Prophet was only surprised when Julius Reed drew the sword, by the time he spoke he was already very calm. "If you wanted to kill me, you would’ve done it already. The first strike could have taken my life."


    "Indeed, worthy of being the Prophet, very clever." Julius Reed pulled out the Longsword, sheathing it again. "Give me a reason not to kill you."