<h4>Chapter 2098: Chapter 2098: Acknowledging Kin</h4>


    Crash!


    Everyone grabbed their weapons, watching Julius Reed with vignce.


    "Little Bamboo, where did you bring this anomaly from!" a man asked in a low voice.


    "I...I was rowing by theke, didn’t expect..." Little Bamboo was clearly frightened. "Hey, what are you really? Why did you deceive me?"


    Little Bamboo felt very wronged.


    How could one encounter an anomaly here!


    How could an anomaly appear here!


    "Everyone, it’s a misunderstanding." Julius Reed remained calm, pointing to the Rolex on his wrist: "Sorry, I’m nobility. The shackles of nobility are a bit different from yours."


    "You’re nobility?" a man inquired.


    He did not believe it.


    The Divine Race doesn’t seem to have any nobility.


    Only royalty.


    Could it be...


    Could he be royalty?


    "Which n are you from?" Little Bamboo also asked curiously.


    It’s been centuries without an anomaly appearing here; the likelihood of encountering one is almost zero.


    So Little Bamboo and the others preferred to believe thetter exnation.


    Many from the Divine Race have never seen anomalies.


    "That’s ssified." Julius Reed shook his head: "It’s not convenient to say."


    "But even if you’re from the Divine Race, why are you alone." Little Bamboo pointed at himself and hispanion: "We all have two."


    "Look." Julius Reed took off the Rolex from his wrist and ced it on his other hand. "See, isn’t this hand wearing it too?"


    "But..." Little Bamboo felt something was off, but couldn’t pinpoint it.


    "Not right!" a man stood up, looking incredulously at Julius Reed: "Why can you take off your shackles!"


    "Right! How can you take yours off?" Little Bamboo also realized something was off!


    These shackles can’t be taken off by them at all.


    If they could really take them off, wouldn’t they be able to leave here and go to the Mortal World?


    They wouldn’t have been trapped here.


    "What do you mean by taking it off?" Julius Reed pointed at the Rolex on his wrist: "Clearly it’s still worn!"


    "I clearly saw you take it off." Someone questioned: "Then why doesn’t your other hand have it?"


    "Because I’m a demigod. This hand can reach into the Mortal World." Julius Reed did not take off the watch.


    "Why are you ying by unconventional rules." Little Bamboo asked suspiciously: "You said, how do you prove you’re royalty?"


    "Right! You must prove you’re royalty; if you’re really an anomaly, then we’re powerful. There’s been no anomaly here for thousands of years." Someone spoke up.


    "Prove yourself quickly! Otherwise, take him to see the Divine Envoy."


    Facing the questioning, Julius Reed pointed at the emblem on the watch: "See it? What is it? It’s a crown! Do you know what a crown represents? Royalty! Is this something a poor person can wear?"


    "Oh, it really is a crown." Little Bamboo nced at it and eximed: "You really are royalty."


    They looked again at their own shackles, feelingcking in style.


    It’s really just a handcuff.


    "Alright, let’s change the topic." Julius Reed didn’t want to dwell on this issue.


    "Are you really royalty?" Little Bamboo persisted, asking thoroughly.


    "I..." Julius Reed really wanted to stand up and punch Little Bamboo hard!


    But he knew he couldn’t do that now.


    "Of course it is." Julius Reed smiled and patted Little Bamboo on the head: "I am royalty."


    "We’ve really never seen royal shackles."


    "That’s basically settled."


    "Sorry, brother, we misunderstood you."


    Everyone apologized.


    "Little Bamboo, let’s go back."


    Julius Reed thought Little Bamboo was easy to fool, so he took her back alone to rify things.


    "Hmm." Knowing Julius Reed wasn’t an anomaly, Little Bamboo was very happy. Now that dinner was finished, it was time to return.


    "Little Bamboo, I want to ask you something." Julius Reed began: "What exactly is the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance? Why have they trapped us all?"


    Talking about the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Little Bamboo couldn’t help but shake her head.


    "The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is made up of madmen. They’re humans, but they’re madmen among humans. They once fought side by side with us, exterminating the Hades Hall. But right after, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance turned against us. The Divine Race did not escape unscathed, all were trapped here. Can’t go out, outsiders can’te in."


    Little Bamboo sighed: "Even though we can live eternally, every day is torment."


    "The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance are madmen? Then do you know how they defeated the Divine Race?" Julius Reed suddenly felt this Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was definitely rted to his Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.


    Most likely the predecessor.


    But Julius Reed couldn’t remember.


    He believed that Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was definitely not led andmanded by him.


    Otherwise, why wasn’t there a single formidable person?


    Could they all be dead?


    Impossible.


    "Have you heard of Vincent Caldwell?" Julius Reed recalled the person he met in the Hades Hall.


    Vincent Caldwell.


    Allegedly took down one of Hades Hall’s kings and discovered another king escaping to the Divine Race.


    "Vincent Caldwell?" Little Bamboo pondered and walked out of the tent, shouting: "Do any of you know Vincent Caldwell?"


    "Why ask this?" An elderly woman walked in, scanning Julius Reed, then sat cross-legged on the ground.


    "Do you know Vincent Caldwell?" the elderly woman asked.


    "Just heard others mention him, seems very formidable." Julius Reed smiled slightly, trying not to let himself reveal any ws.


    "Vincent Caldwell... once a war general of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance. His most glorious achievement was single-handedly infiltrating the Hades Hall. After discovering the Hades King was fake, he eliminated everyone in the partition of Hades Hall. At that time, it was unimaginable."


    The elderly woman recalled the battles of the past, her eyes shining. "Vincent Caldwell was definitely like a War God. Unfortunately, after his ughter, he became mentally unstable and was imprisoned by humans."


    Alright.


    Julius Reed finally dispelled a doubt.


    He was not Vincent Caldwell.


    He was really afraid of researching to the end and finding out he was Vincent Caldwell.


    "Vincent Caldwell didn’t die?" Thinking of that file, Julius Reed had some doubts about Vincent Caldwell’s fate.


    Looking at the record on the file, Vincent Caldwell was considered dead.


    "As long as Vincent Caldwell doesn’t want to die, he won’t. Our connection as the Divine Race with humans has long been severed. But ording to the Prophet’s news, Vincent Caldwell seems not to have died. As for specifically where, no one knows. Thousands of years, Vincent Caldwell has vanished without a trace."


    The elderly woman shared all she knew.


    "Vincent Caldwell was also the only one opposing our imprisonment. But unfortunately, he was isted and imprisoned. That’s why our Divine Race has such a tragedy."


    "Have any of you heard of Julius Reed?" Julius Reed asked, feeling somewhat apprehensive.


    "Julius Reed?" The elderly woman shook her head: "Such an unpleasant name, never heard of."


    "Hehe." Julius Reed chuckled, without concern.


    But suddenly.


    Outside came amotion.


    "Quick! The royalty people havee for inspection." Someone lifted the tent p, looking at Julius Reed: "Won’t youe out to recognize your kin?"