Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 1503: Auspicious Day

Chapter 1503: Chapter 1503: Auspicious Day

“The blank period?” Isabella Warm began to ponder Elaenor Wood’s words.

Memory falsification was not a secret.

Devlin, under Pendleton’s orders, had altered the memories of the Saint using his authority as a Sealing Pulse Vein Holder.

This matter, Isabella Warm was unaware of.

After the Saint’s incident, the Royal Pulse began to relentlessly hunt her down!

The elite forces of Thunderpeak Hall started pursuing her like mad dogs just the day after she left Demarco Mount!

Isabella Warm took a detour to the capital and, during her escape, met Armand Carmichael, an elderly man who collected junk.

That day was Valentine’s Day.

Because of her acquaintance with Armand Carmichael, Julius Reed later learned that Isabella Warm was once hunted. Through the accessories she had left behind and the insignias on the hunters’ attire as described in Armand’s memories, Julius deduced that Thunderpeak Hall was involved.

At that time, Thunderpeak Hall was still under the control of the Royal Pulse.

It wasn’t until a subsequent agreement between the Bead Pulse and the Royal Pulse that Thunderpeak Hall was returned to the Bead Pulse.

During her escape, Isabella Warm had once heard news and guessed that Julius Reed would be stationed in Gonzalez City.

She had also thought of rescuing the Saint.

But countless eyes were locked onto Gonzalez City!

After arriving in Gonzalez City, Isabella Warm left behind a hairpin and the mirror gifted to her by the Saint, then hurriedly boarded a ship.

She altered her course toward the Northern Mount range.

This is why the Taoists of Northern Mount had once seen Isabella Warm.

One of them had even drawn her likeness.

That painting, by a stroke of luck, ended up inside Julius Reed’s carriage.

Every piece of the story fit together, in ways both coincidental and extraordinary.

Perhaps, this was life itself.

At Northern Mount, Isabella Warm attempted to uncover the secret but failed.

“Night Pulse…” Reflecting on Elaenor Wood’s words, Isabella Warm felt a warm current coursing through her body. A soothing sensation emanated from the wound site.

Clearly, the medicine Elaenor Wood had given her was taking effect.

“Since I know the method of falsifying memories, let the truth emerge at last!” Isabella Warm turned and entered her room. Once she had ensured there was no one around, she began to slowly rotate the leg of a table.

Click!

The wall gradually separated!

If one hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they’d never have imagined that this seamless, perfectly artistic wall was actually a hidden door!

The patterns on the wall were vivid and lifelike!

To the left, the Azure Dragon; to the right, the White Tiger.

Isabella Warm pressed the switch, and light flickered from within the hidden passage.

As she stepped inside, the entrance slowly sealed behind her.

The wall returned to its original state.

Pristine and smooth, with no trace of cracks.

Tap, tap, tap…

Isabella Warm descended the staircase, her face heavy with thoughts illuminated by the dim lights on either side.

This secret chamber was one she had entered countless times over the past ten years.

But each time, she left disappointed.

“Give up.”

When Isabella Warm stood in the spacious hidden chamber, an aged voice emerged.

The tone was serene, as if it had seen through everything, devoid of joy or sorrow.

“I will never give up!” Isabella Warm’s determination was unwavering!

“If I cannot find the answers, then I’d rather kill you!”

Swish!

She unsheathed a dagger and slowly walked toward the coffin in the center of the chamber.

Within the coffin lay an old man.

Chains tightly bound his body, and his skin was as pale as death.

“Give up. I will not reveal the truth to you.” Sensing Isabella Warm’s approach, the old man slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes!

They looked like they belonged to a corpse!

Devoid of expression, they appeared utterly vacant.

Hollow and lifeless!

“I will make you talk!” Isabella Warm fiercely stabbed the dagger into the old man’s shoulder!

But there was no reaction.

The old man’s body seemed devoid of blood.

The blade plunged straight in and, upon withdrawal, remained clean.

“Heh heh… After so many years, haven’t you tried this before?” The old man’s tone carried mockery: “You? Just give up!”

“No! I must make you speak!”

Thud!

Isabella Warm plunged the dagger again!

The blade pierced through the old man’s brow, stabbing into his brain.

But the old man still didn’t die.

“You’ve tried countless methods, hoping to starve me or dehydrate me. Yet, you’ve failed every time.” The old man’s tone suddenly turned venomous: “But remember! I bear all this suffering! And you will pay the price! Mortal, you cannot defy the heavens! A mere ant like you, trying to block a cart like a mantis? Ha ha!”

The old man broke into maniacal laughter!

The sound chilled the soul!

“I will uncover your purpose as the City Lord of Swimming City! And I will uncover why the Saint killed your predecessor, the previous City Lord!”

Th𝚤ѕ ƈhӑpƚ𝙚r 𝕀𝑠 pοʂ𝐭ꬲ𝘥 b𝖞 𝒦𝗂†𝗲𝐧𝐨𝖛𝑒𝗅

Isabella Warm withdrew the dagger, took a deep breath, her body trembling.

“Some things are beyond the comprehension of ants.” The old man scoffed lightly, shutting his eyes.

Like a corpse, he quietly rested in the coffin.

“Let’s wait and see!” Isabella Warm turned and left.

…

“I heard you failed.” Inside the junk collection station.

Ilario Young was cleaning his gun when he heard the distant sound of Devlin’s footsteps.

“Yes, we failed.” Devlin pushed open the door, turned to close it, and approached Ilario Young.

“Hagan Marsh acted recklessly, and his master was too arrogant. Failure was inevitable.”

After speaking, Devlin pulled a cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth.

The yard was pitch-dark. When the flame lit up, only Devlin’s mask could be faintly seen.

“Hiss!”

Devlin took a deep breath and exhaled smoke slowly: “When will you act?”

“Act?” Ilario Young sneered, retorting, “Act on what? Now that Hagan Marsh is dead, and the Saint publicly executed the Cook Family Head earlier today, even if I wiped out the Young family, could I still provoke a conflict?”

“Oh? So you’re saying you won’t act?” Devlin flicked the ash off his cigarette with his fingers, his voice calm.

“Hagan Marsh’s death has left me without the power to clear obstacles for dealing with the six major families. How can I act?” Ilario Young erupted in frustration!

A meticulous plan, utterly ruined!

After Gino Cook’s death, the Weatherby family immediately groveled, seeking forgiveness.

How could war erupt among the six families?

And with Hagan Marsh, his key ally against the Cook family, dead as well.

Ilario Young had informants.

When Hagan Marsh’s forces were annihilated, word quickly reached him.

“It’s all because of you! Without you, we might not have failed!” Ilario Young raised his gun, aiming at Devlin’s head: “Tell me! Did you betray Hagan Marsh? If not, why were they all killed, yet you escaped unscathed?”

“Nothing of the sort.” Devlin showed no fear, even with the gun pressed against his head.

On the contrary, he appeared utterly composed.

“I act cautiously. When things seemed amiss, I fled. If it were anyone, they’d want to survive, wouldn’t they?” Devlin took another drag of his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

“You might not believe it, but I’ve been betrayed so many times that I fear losing anymore.”

With that, Devlin spat out the cigarette, swiftly disarmed Ilario Young, and seized the firearm.

“Curious why you’re powerless?” He smirked, shaking his head before aiming the gun at Ilario Young’s head.

Ilario Young opened his mouth to speak but his strength failed him.

“Your wish? I’ll grant it. But remember, I’m borrowing your head for a while.” Devlin inserted the gun barrel into Ilario Young’s mouth.

“Since you refuse to act, you’re worthless. And without worth, you don’t deserve life.”

Bang!

The gunshot rang out.

Blood splattered everywhere.

“Your head will be my passport.” Devlin discarded the firearm, then tucked his hands into his pockets.

He looked up.

His gaze fixed on the sky.

The moon was dark; the wind, ominous.

A perfect night!