Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Chapter 1466: 1466: Drinking Alcohol

Chapter 1466: Chapter 1466: Drinking Alcohol

“When did you arrive?” Elaenor Wood sized up Julius Reed, who was also masked, his white paper fan flapping incessantly in his hand.

At this moment, Elaenor’s identity was the Ghost Market’s head chief steward.

The plan to assassinate Xander Cook was a joint agreement between Hagan Marsh and Lord Ghost Seven.

Of course, Lord Ghost Seven would never personally show up for this matter.

The one responsible for negotiating was Elaenor Wood.

If Hagan Marsh met with mishap, Lord Ghost Seven wouldn’t worry about the plan being exposed.

After all, he was conveniently drinking with the City Lord at the City Lord’s Mansion during Hagan Marsh’s visit to the Ghost Market.

All blame would fall squarely on Elaenor Wood.

Elaenor, however, could switch identities again, and through the Ghost Market’s maneuvering, remain completely risk-free.

The unlucky ones would either be Xander Cook or Hagan Marsh.

The Ghost Market would profit without loss.

After all, they’re business people.

Upon receiving the disciple’s report from Damari Tennyson’s sect, Elaenor Wood, as the Ghost Market’s head chief steward, naturally came to provide support.

The City Lord could either be killed or spared—this was Lord Ghost Seven’s original statement.

Of course, in Elaenor Wood’s view, who the hell was Lord Ghost Seven?

If he wanted to kill the City Lord, he certainly didn’t need any reason.

Either kill or be killed.

But unexpectedly, an archrival appeared halfway through.

“I’ve been here quite a while,” Julius Reed held his sword single-handedly, smiling as he retorted, “Didn’t see that coming, did you?”

“Rushed moves—I must have overlooked it.” Elaenor spoke with no urgency; the City Lord, already hovering on the verge of death, was less significant than reminiscing.

There was no one here, quiet and still.

“This man is mine! Best not compete with me—avoid unnecessary hostilities,” Julius Reed started off amicably, testing whether Elaenor would yield.

If not, he’d escalate.

“Apologies, but he’s mine too!” Elaenor’s eyes narrowed to slits, “I’ve been keen to see how much your skills have advanced recently! Knowing one’s opponent is a rare opportunity, isn’t it?”

Whether Elaenor wanted to kill Julius Reed was unclear to anyone.

But for now, the two seemed evenly matched!

Elaenor had emerged from the Boulevard Mountains, carrying centuries’ worth of extreme frost within his body.

Surviving calamities often came with blessings.

Hundreds of years had rendered his physique exceptionally resilient.

The Boulevard, rich in natural treasures, had served as a perpetual realm of self-cultivation for Elaenor, despite being sealed in ice all those years.

So much so that Julius Reed nicknamed him “Undying Pest.”

Impossible to kill—utterly exasperating.

“Do we really need to fight?” Julius Reed took a deep breath, visibly exasperated.

Yet another pointless battle.

Neither could kill the other—what then was the point of combat?

“Fight!”

Swish!

Elaenor Wood shot into the air!

The paper fan in his hand, like a meteor streaking through the glow of dusk, hurtled toward Julius Reed!

Julius Reed raised his longsword and slashed down!

The blade collided heavily with the white paper fan!

The fan’s material remained undamaged despite the cut of the blade!

At the same time!

Elaenor Wood hovered mid-air, his arms spreading wide!

He raised his head to gaze skyward!

The northern wind howled!

Suddenly!

The air was suffused with biting chill!

An unbearably frigid aura!

Damari Tennyson fled hastily, lest a moment’s delay freeze him on the streets!

The disciples of Lowell Tennyson’s sect had witnessed enough of such methods firsthand.

On the South Ring Road of the city.

In the midst of summer, grass and trees visibly withered at incredible speed.

A layer of frost began to spread!

Whoosh!

Julius Reed drew his longsword, unleashing ghostly fire!

With great force, he hurled it toward Ian Jorden!

Clang!

The sword embedded itself into the ground!

Within a radius of three meters around the sword, the frost could advance no further.

Ian Jorden exhaled deeply, relieved.

But he hadn’t figured out the identity of this masked figure.

In Swimming City, he had never made such formidable acquaintances.

Could it be…

Was this black-clad figure also here to capture him?

The fight before him was just a squabble over unequal division of benefits?

As this thought crossed his mind, Ian Jorden began regulating his internal energy, preparing to flee!

He must escape!

Otherwise, he’d be in a dire position!

“Brother, catch this!” Elaenor Wood pulled down his arms forcefully!

Snowflakes filled the sky!

Each snowflake carried the extreme frost of the Boulevard Mountains!

Touching them meant certain death!

“Perfect timing—let’s test this.” Julius Reed spread his hands wide, with Evil Qi surging from the Dragon King Ring!

Hellfire danced in his palm, burning ever fiercer!

Ice and fire.

Bound to clash.

Hellfire burst forth, colliding with the snowflakes!

The air rippled continuously!

Elaenor Wood remained suspended mid-air, snowflakes falling ceaselessly above him.

Julius Reed stood firmly on the ground!

Hellfire burst into a blazing flame in his palm!

The realm of ice and fire!

An area spanning tens of meters was engulfed with flames and frost!

At that moment!

Ian Jorden gripped his blade tightly, suddenly fleeing with all his might!

He sprinted away like mad!

“Stop!” Julius Reed turned his head, frowning.

He wanted to confront Ian Jorden directly—how could he let him escape now?

Boom!

Hellfire ignited violently!

Julius Reed flipped forward into pursuit!

“Oh? So you’re not working together?” Elaenor Wood suddenly chuckled, both hands slamming downward!

Crash!

An ice wall appeared out of nowhere in Julius Reed’s path, firmly blocking his way forward!

The ice wall was thin!

But it carried an overwhelmingly frigid aura.

Before getting close, Julius Reed already felt a shiver.

Cold!

Bone-chilling cold!

“Elaenor Wood!” He turned back, glaring at the now-grounded Elaenor Wood.

“Apologies, I learned from you,” Elaenor spread his hands, nudging his lips, “Look, gone without a trace.”

“Shameless!”

Julius Reed’s right hand grasped tightly, Hell’s Blade returning to his palm!

Boom!

With one strike, he shattered the ice wall.

But Ian Jorden was long gone.

“Haha, are you furious now?” Elaenor Wood shook his fan, clearly delighted.

Finally, he’d successfully ruffled the Holy Lord’s feathers.

Honestly, the feeling was incredibly satisfying.

“You’re enjoying yourself?” Julius Reed put away Hell’s Blade, crossing his arms as he looked at Elaenor Wood.

Ian Jorden had fled!

Trying to chase him now would be much harder.

The City Lord’s Mansion was heavily guarded, teeming with formidable warriors.

If he forced his way in, the cost would be prohibitive, and it might alert the enemy.

He’d rather invite Lily Jorden over.

Let Ian Jorden’s conscience torment him first!

“I’m delighting in it,” Elaenor Wood nodded candidly, “Making you miserable? That absolutely delights me. Don’t forget, we’re enemies. I want to kill you; you want to kill me.”

“Is that so?”

Julius Reed sneered coldly, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk.

The Twisted Dragon King!

Whoosh!

A tiny live ember suddenly burst into flame beneath Elaenor Wood’s feet!

It shot straight for his crotch!

Swish!

Elaenor Wood leapt up, frantically batting his paper fan.

He looked slightly flustered.

“You…” After extinguishing the fire, Elaenor Wood’s body trembled with anger!

Was this even conduct befitting someone of status?

How could anyone stoop to such despicable methods?

“Let’s drink tonight; dare to join me?” Julius Reed spoke with a grin.

Regarding the matter of the Seven Veins, he wanted to chat with this person who had once been tantalizingly close to becoming a Vein Holder.

Of course, whether Elaenor would share anything was his own decision.

“Elaenor Wood fears no one!”

Smack!

Elaenor Wood folded his white paper fan, securing it at his waist, then asked aloud, “Where shall we drink?”

“The Young Mansion. Please!” Julius Reed gestured invitingly, turning and heading toward the wall behind which Gabriel Young was waiting.