Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Chapter 1407: 1407 Cloud Pavilion

Chapter 1407: Chapter 1407 Cloud Pavilion

Ambrose Young’s smile froze on his face.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

In Swimming City, no one had dared to speak to him in this manner before.

With such an attitude, such words.

“You’re asking for death!” His bodyguards were just about to rush over, but were stopped by Ambrose Young.

“Cough, this person is really interesting.” Ambrose Young said with a smile, resolving the awkwardness himself: “Nonconformist, I like it.”

While speaking, he continuously kneaded his right wrist with his left hand.

Those familiar with Ambrose Young, seeing this scene, would definitely be sweating bullets.

This was a prelude to murder.

“Brother!” Watching Julius Reed’s receding figure, Merrill Caldwell mustered her courage, stood on tiptoes, and shouted, “Can I know your name?”

Hope and nervousness filled her eyes.

Fearful that he would ignore her.

Julius Reed paused in his stride, and Merrill Caldwell excitedly clutched the corner of her clothes, gently biting her lip.

But without any response, the masked man turned and disappeared.

Merrill Caldwell hung her head in disappointment, pursing her lips.

Was it that even his name remained unknown to her?

“Look! What is that!”

Suddenly, one of Ambrose Young’s subordinates exclaimed.

Merrill Caldwell lifted her head to see a burst of Sword Qi in front of them!

That Sword Qi used the sky as a canvas, grandly inscribing three large characters in the air!

Jorvik Reed.

The golden Sword Qi flowed continuously, as brilliant as fireworks.

Then it exploded with a bang.

“Jorvik Reed…” Merrill Caldwell murmured to herself and suddenly laughed out loud.

So poetic, isn’t it?

And here I thought he was a heartless assassin.

She once heard from her father about a peerless Grandmaster, seemingly named Julius Reed.

Using numbers as names, that’s really lame.

“Brother West Tower, my name is Merrill Caldwell!”

Not sure if he could hear her, Merrill Caldwell stood on her toes, cupping her hands around her mouth, and shouted loudly.

This scene felt like a dagger to Ambrose Young’s heart, deeply painful!

“Jorvik Reed!” He clenched his teeth, silently noting down the name in his heart.

In Swimming City, it was very simple for Ambrose Young to find someone.

He didn’t even need to send someone to follow.

“Miss Caldwell, shall we take a stroll to Cloud Pavilion? Coming to Ghost Market and not visiting there would truly be a regret.”

Ambrose Young quickly adjusted his mood.

His purpose for this trip was to win Merrill Caldwell’s favor.

As long as he could secure a marriage alliance with the Caldwell Family, and with the backing of the Young Family, he could absolutely dominate most of the world.

Although his mother always taught him to live without contention, Ambrose Young was ambitious.

He had no cultivation at all, no different from an ordinary person.

Ambrose Young always believed that a King doesn’t need to personally conquer the world, but instead needs to strategize behind the scenes.

No matter how strong a Martial Artist is, they are merely a sharp weapon.

He aimed to be the one wielding the sword!

Having lost his father at a young age, Ambrose Young’s character became somewhat extreme, often taking it as his duty to restore the Young Family.

Approaching Merrill Caldwell this time was also his own idea.

“Since Young Master of Young Family invites, I shall respectfully comply.” Merrill Caldwell spoke to Ambrose Young, but her eyes still followed the direction in which Julius Reed had left.

The Young Family of Swimming City and the Caldwell Family of Boulevard had always had dealings; Merrill Caldwell and Ambrose Young had met before.

They were fairly familiar.

“Please!”

Looking at Merrill Caldwell’s sweet eyes, Ambrose Young felt a pain in his chest!

He clenched his fists tightly and waved his hand, saying, “Tell our people at the Cloud Pavilion to prepare a private room, we’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Yes! Young Master!”

His subordinate immediately went to take care of it.

“Then… let’s go.” Ambrose Young turned around, now with a smile on his face.

Mingling among the elite, he knew how to hide his emotions and maintain a good image.

“How is your aunt?” Merrill Caldwell chatted casually, but inside, she was curious about what face lay behind Jorvik Reed’s veil.

“Still the same, walking the dog every day, dancing in the square.” Ambrose Young answered absentmindedly, “She has a group of friends, and as soon as it gets dark, they go to the Ghost Market to dance. I’ve tried to dissuade her, but she doesn’t listen.”

“By the way, since you’re staying at my house temporarily, you might be able to persuade her. My mom really likes you, she might calm down for a few days,” he saw a chance to spend time together, his eyes twinkling.

Merrill Caldwell didn’t even have a chance to speak before Ambrose Young continued, “This is my uncle’s idea, after all, the safest place in Swimming City is our house.”

“Okay.” Merrill Caldwell didn’t argue; what Ambrose Young said was true.

Indeed, the Second King and Fourth Minister’s family’s house was absolutely safe.

…

There was still more than an hour until 7 o’clock.

Julius Reed strolled and browsed, not worried about anyone causing him trouble.

“Senior!”

“Elder!”

Suddenly, two shouts came from behind.

It was Chris Tennysons and Damari Tennyson running towards him.

“Senior!” Upon seeing Julius Reed, Chris Tennysons was ecstatic, “The other day after we parted, I thought I would never see you again in this life!”

After hearing that General Whitaker from The North Sea had been captured, Chris Tennysons specifically went to see him.

Only to find that, apart from the face, their auras were worlds apart!

A Grandmaster’s aura is truly unique!

Nowadays, with advanced cosmetic technology, changing a face to look exactly the same is easy.

Damari Tennyson left Julius Reed’s side and immediately made a phone call to report to Chris Tennysons.

Thus, two top masters from Lowell Tennyson stood there respectfully, like students seeking knowledge.

“Fate is a curious thing, who can really say for sure?” Julius Reed stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking up towards the sky.

His gaze passed through the reinforced glass, seeing the myriad stars.

“Senior, Lord Ghost Seven might pose a danger to you, I suggest you leave here temporarily,” Chris Tennysons said with sincerity, his hands clasped in a salute. “If Senior encounters any difficulty, Lowell Tennyson will certainly provide full support!”

“No matter,” Julius Reed spoke indifferently, “I am invincible.”

“By the way, is there anything interesting about Ghost Market? I’ve been around and it’s nothing as legendary as they say,” he pointed around at the vendors, “Dog sellers, pork sellers, even book sellers, it doesn’t seem any different from the outside.”

“Senior may not know!” Chris Tennysons and Damari Tennyson exchanged looks and spoke, “The essence of the Ghost Market is in the Cloud Pavilion! What’s housed there are the treasures of the world! As for the outside, if there were so many treasures, they wouldn’t be considered treasures.”

“Cloud Pavilion?” Julius Reed opened his thermos, drinking a sip.

Divine Dragon Tripod truly was a miraculous artifact from heaven and earth; even Boulevard mountain snow water tasted uniquely different in it.

Sweet.

“Indeed! The Cloud Pavilion isn’t owned by any one person; it’s a public place in Ghost Market,” Chris Tennysons had not been long in Ghost Market but lived at Lord Ghost Seven’s mansion and had some understanding.

“If so, wouldn’t it be overcrowded?” Julius Reed was curious, places without thresholds often have the highest thresholds.

What kind of status is required to enter Cloud Pavilion?

“Though that may be true, to get in, one must have a distinguished status. Or rather, be invited by Lord Ghost Seven,” Chris Tennysons explained patiently, “The vendors outside are very casual, but inside Cloud Pavilion, there are myriad masters and countless treasures. Moreover, Cloud Pavilion is directly managed by the Ghost Market, with Manager Ridge personally sitting in for eight hours every day.”

“Interesting,” Julius Reed nodded, asking, “Is it far?”

“Just up ahead!” Chris Tennysons pointed at a squarely built building, asking, “Shall I escort you there?”

Being a distinguished guest of Lord Ghost Seven, he could use his relations to get the person in front of him inside.

“No need,” Julius Reed looked towards the distant Cloud Pavilion and advised, “In cultivation, remember not to be impatient or restless.”

With that, he walked straight away.

“Not sending him off?” Damari Tennyson was somewhat worried, “Going there like this, will Cloud Pavilion allow entry?”

“If the Senior isn’t qualified to enter, then at least ninety percent of the people inside don’t deserve to be there!” Chris Tennysons turned around and left with big strides.