Capítulo 1878: Chapter 1878: Departure
Hiding like a turtle usually, Julius Reed had searched for them for thousands of years, even sending out people to insult them everywhere.
These old ghosts never dared to show their faces.
So why now, are they all coming out in droves?
Is it because this group of punks became overconfident, or have I truly lost my edge?
Damned Nether Emperor.
Back then, when facing him, Julius Reed didn’t even have the courage to draw his sword.
But it’s fine they’ve come out now; I’ll resolve them all together.
Logan Channing…
Looking at his phone, Julius Reed was a bit puzzled.
Why, out of the blue, would someone from the Funeral Alliance call me?
Are we that close?
Not really.
Back then, he merely used Logan Channing to stir up trouble on Boulevard Mountain.
And that was all.
Finding it a bit odd, Julius Reed, based on memories, dialed Whitaker Dog’s number.
After all, he’s relatively familiar with Whitaker Dog.
He’d tricked him several times.
Enough times to build a bit of rapport.
“Hello, who is this! This is Master Dog, did someone in your family die?”
The call was quickly answered, and Whitaker Dog’s indifferent voice came from the other side.
“Whitaker Dog, it’s West Tower.”
Julius Reed used West Tower’s identity to deal with Whitaker Dog, so he naturally reported himself as West Tower.
If Logan Channing had called out West Tower at that time, Julius Reed might have guessed.
Why cause misunderstandings?
“Oh! So it’s Mr. West Tower.” Whitaker Dog chuckled on the phone, “What’s up, what made you think of contacting me?”
In this top martial arts circle, contact information for people like Whitaker Dog was very easy to find.
“The Nether Emperor, do you know him?”
Julius Reed got straight to the point, “Just now, your superior gave me a call, claiming to know the Nether Emperor. Frankly, Logan Channing seems a bit baffling.”
First impressions matter.
Whitaker Dog has a strong body, but relatively weak brain.
He’s simply a tool guy.
“The Nether Emperor? Oh, don’t mention it!”
Whitaker Dog spoke mysteriously, “You mention this, and now I’m not sleepy anymore.”
“Hurry up!” Julius Reed urged.
If Logan Channing finds out that Whitaker Dog is calling, this matter will surely be over.
Once a woman remembers a grievance, she can really hold a grudge.
“Brother, you actually need to help me analyze this matter.” Whitaker Dog trusted and admired Julius Reed a lot!
People with less intelligence always admire smart people.
“Our boss, the Pope, suddenly gathered everyone for a meeting today, claiming to be one of the ancient Seventh Emperors, and said he’s the Nether Emperor, and wants to lead us to eliminate the Undead Tribe.”
Whitaker Dog expressed his doubt, “West Tower, do you think the Pope has gone mad?”
“I think so.”
Julius Reed analyzed very seriously, “Think about it, how can a person live for thousands of years? If he could, then he would be part of the Undead Tribe. The Undead Tribe is going to take you to kill the Undead Tribe? If he’s not from the Undead Tribe, he couldn’t have lived for thousands of years.”
“I see an issue with this. Whitaker Dog, you have to be careful, if there’s any situation, call this number, and I’ll help you analyze.”
Whitaker Dog was overjoyed, “Bro, I’ve been waiting for you to say this!”
Receiving the information he wanted, Julius Reed quickly ended the call.
The Pope of the Funeral Alliance is actually the Nether Emperor from back then?
Things are getting more and more interesting.
Thunk.
The door behind him was pushed open.
Gabriel Abernathy came in with a sullen face, saying nothing.
“Go work.” Julius Reed sat on the living room sofa, crossing his legs.
“Can’t do it.” Gabriel Abernathy said with irritation in his voice.
“I told you, the little wooden figures are poisoned.” Julius Reed spread his hands helplessly, “You didn’t believe me, what can I do?”
“Despicable!” Although Gabriel Abernathy had some resentment in his heart, he restrained it. “I can make a human head. But you better think it through, fake heads can be exposed. Once it rots…”
“Take this!”
Julius Reed casually tossed something.
A silicone-made head flew into Gabriel Abernathy’s hands.
“Give it a face, no problem in passing off the fake as real.”
With that said.
Julius Reed walked to the door, put on a suit, and left in large strides.
After he left.
Gabriel Abernathy touched his neck and then slowly took off a face.
“Fool, Night Fairy’s face starts from the neck.”
…
“Hey mister, come have some fun!”
“Not interested!”
Julius Reed grabbed the charming Dorian Cook in the room and whispered in her ear. “Come with me.”
There were people outside, eavesdroppers.
One of them might just be a confidant of Devlin.
“Where to?”
Dorian Cook put away her seductive demeanor and became stern.
“To Moon’s Manor.” Julius Reed released his hand and glanced at his watch, “These people from Boulevard, staying at the Black Pine League’s place for cover. I’ll take you around the remaining leagues, once we get through Moon’s Manor, we’ll reach the Dusty Platform.”
Elaenor Wood sent a message, Cold Nelson has already set out with his people.
In three days at most, they’ll appear at the Dusty Platform.
And three days later is the day the rankings are unveiled at the Dusty Platform’s sky list.
By then, masters from all over will gather there.
Han Caldwell and his people will likely show up too.
Based on intelligence, Julius Reed analyzed that Han Caldwell’s group planned to sit back and watch.
Which has always been Devlin’s style.
Julius Reed wasn’t sure if he was the tiger.
But Cold Nelson, he’s definitely a tiger.
“Moon’s Manor?” Dorian Cook was a bit surprised, “Just the two of us? Are you joking?”
Moon’s Manor was very famous, rumored that the Manor Owner was a peerless master.
After the Lord was overthrown, the always low-key Moon’s Manor suddenly started spreading terror, conquering the neighboring leagues.
For a time, its fearsome reputation was well known.
The reason Julius Reed wanted to go to Moon’s Manor was simple, because he received a message.
This so-called Moon’s Manor was where Pranay Martinez forged weapons back then.
It’s said, countless Divine Weapons are here.
Masters are gathered here!
The strangest thing is, Julius Reed had never heard of this Moon’s Manor before.
Until after he lost his memory, Moon’s Manor began to show its true strength.
The heads of the leaders of the eighteen neighboring leagues were all taken overnight.
Strung together, hung outside Moon’s Manor’s city tower.
Elaenor Wood did not let lust cloud her judgment and immediately sent this information to Julius Reed upon hearing it from Demarco Mount.
Connecting this with what Gerrit Harris said before, Julius Reed looked at the few swords at his side, and a bold idea formed in his mind.
“Going or not? If not, don’t blame me for not taking you.” Julius Reed finished speaking and turned to leave.
The reason for bringing Dorian Cook was to use her to mislead the Ghost Martial Tribe.
Julius Reed suspected that Dorian Cook likely only relayed messages to the Ghost Martial Tribe one-sidedly, unable to receive their messages.
This piece couldn’t be easily exposed.
“Who says I’m not going.”
Dorian Cook immediately threw on some clothes and quickly walked to the mirror, applying lipstick. “Let’s go!”
The two left through the back door of Black Pine League, boarding a private helicopter arranged by Declan Marsh, flying towards Moon’s Manor.
As the buildings below grew smaller, Julius Reed fell into deep thought once again.
What exactly is Pranay Martinez plotting?
And Graham Will, sending those six useful little figures at this time, is it truly to help me?
Currently, he must find a way to unlock the seal on his memories.