Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Chapter 1467: 1467: Pendleton's Past

Chapter 1467: Chapter 1467: Pendleton’s Past

The Young Family, Crystal Hall.

It wasn’t until Elaenor Wood removed her veil that Gabriel Young recognized his identity.

The chief steward of the Ghost Market!

And yet, the man beside her could actually handle even the chief steward of the Ghost Market?

She couldn’t quite understand the world of men.

Just moments ago, they were fighting as if the heavens were about to collapse, but now they were sitting together drinking like old friends reminiscing?

As the hostess, Gabriel Young awkwardly sat at the table, watching the two men drink cup after cup.

“Medicine God, cut it out.” Julius Reed flipped his empty glass upside down, signaling he had emptied it.

“Can’t we just drink for the sake of drinking? Why always spike the alcohol? What happened to trust between people?” He looked genuinely displeased!

“You two…” Gabriel Young was utterly dumbstruck.

Are they brothers, or enemies?

“I poison the drinks, yet you spike them with aphrodisiacs. Tell me, who’s the truly despicable one here?” Elaenor Wood swirled his wine glass before spilling some onto the floor.

A small teddy dog nearby immediately rushed over, frantically licking the spilled wine.

Women enjoy keeping dogs, and Gabriel Young was no exception.

Sometimes, pets serve as sources of emotional solace.

She owned a teddy dog inside the house, and outside, a Tibetan mastiff.

The Tibetan mastiff was meant for dealing with scummy men.

It was, of course, a female dog.

As for the teddy, it had been a gift from a friend.

“It’s a habit of mine.” Julius Reed smiled nonchalantly and lifted his glass to refill Elaenor Wood’s: “For someone to have me personally pour their drink, you sure are esteemed! You’ll be bragging about this until the end of your days.”

“Truth be told, though your capabilities don’t impress me, your reputation certainly does,” Elaenor Wood didn’t hold back. “I’ve helped you out several times—that’s no big deal!”

With that, he downed the drink in one gulp.

Suddenly.

A miserable howl came from outside.

“Miss, the teddy dog Lady Leocadia gave you dashed madly at your Tibetan mastiff for some reason and was bitten to death,” the butler rushed in to report.

After all, to some, a dog’s life is more valuable than a human’s.

That’s also why veterinarians have become so highly sought after in recent years.

“It’s fine.” Gabriel Young waved her hand dismissively.

Looks like the chief steward of the Ghost Market wasn’t lying.

The wine… was indeed drugged.

Even the dog had gone insane.

“Brother, you never fail to impress. After our bloody skirmish at Shadow Gate, you still found the time for some passionate entanglements with that Southern Palace girl. And now that you’ve arrived in Swimming City, you’re charming a widow? I recall the first time we met, you were flirting with a widow as well, weren’t you?”

Elaenor Wood, tipsy after three rounds, began laying traps for Julius Reed through his words.

Despite being frozen for centuries, his mental age upon awakening remained around thirty.

Bold and vengeful!

After dying once, people let go of many things.

This was also why, centuries ago, he’d rather have perished just to drag the Lord with him.

Now in his second life, though his power had grown exponentially, he no longer harbored such intentions.

Some things are but obsessions.

“Is that true?” Gabriel Young asked sharply, her instincts on high alert.

“More than true!” Elaenor Wood, full of envy, exclaimed: “One wife and a dozen lovers. Wouldn’t you say our dear old friend here is swimming in blissful fortune?”

As expected!

Gabriel Young’s expression darkened slightly at these words.

Elaenor Wood smirked inwardly with satisfaction.

“If all you can do is resort to petty verbal attacks, then I have to say, I’m a bit disappointed,” Julius Reed sighed and looked at Elaenor Wood with a playful smile. “No matter how you slander me, Gabriel Young won’t believe a word you say. Because you want to kill me. You are my enemy.”

“I believe you!” Gabriel Young nodded firmly, her trust in Julius Reed unwavering.

An enemy’s words cannot be trusted!

A conniving man trying to sow discord?

If she could beat him, Gabriel Young would have killed Elaenor Wood and fed him to the dogs by now!

“Back to the point. The reason I invited you here for a drink wasn’t just for the sake of drinking. I have a question. The secret of the Seven Veins—do you know it?” Julius Reed fixed his gaze on Elaenor Wood.

The wine had been consumed; it was time to talk business.

“Of course I know.” Elaenor Wood leaned back in his chair, a faint smile on his face: “But the question is, you are…”

At that, he glanced over at Gabriel Young.

“He knows I’m an inspector for the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.” Julius Reed nodded.

“Oh!” Elaenor Wood understood instantly. “Pendleton and the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance are mortal enemies! A never-ending feud! As a member of Pendleton, why should I reveal any secrets to you?”

“Secrets? I already know them.” Julius Reed picked up his glass, took a sip, and then looked at him. “I just want to confirm if what I heard was accurate. As for Miss Young here, her ancestors were from Pendleton. What I should know, I already know.”

“Oh! I almost forgot.” Elaenor Wood slapped his forehead and chuckled bitterly: “Two Kings, Four Ministers—they were among the founders of Pendleton’s Seven Veins. If you already know everything, why ask me?”

“Because I’m uncertain. Though I’m familiar with Demarco Mount, I didn’t know there was a prison beneath it—much less that there are people imprisoned there.”

Julius Reed spoke candidly.

He could sense that Elaenor Wood didn’t harbor a strong intention to kill him.

Otherwise, the two of them wouldn’t be sitting here, peacefully drinking together.

“The Martial Saint Crown Prince said the same,” Elaenor Wood raised his head and spoke gravely: “As did Emperor Charlotte Grey. But according to the records of the Sealing Pulse, that prison seems to have an effect on people’s dispositions.”

“What do you mean by that?” Julius Reed narrowed his eyes into slits.

He had suspected as much!

Why would the Martial Saint Crown Prince, a man loyal and filial, overthrow his own father after visiting that so-called prison?

And why would he establish Pendleton instead of inheriting the throne?

And Pendleton, why does it commit itself to overthrowing all forms of tyranny?

In his memories, during the battle of the Snow Mountain, why were his subordinates’ eyes bloodshot, crazed as if possessed, as if they had lost their minds?

Could it be…

“According to records and later Vein Holders’ speculations, the Sealing Pulse… do you know why it exists?” Elaenor Wood hesitated briefly before finally looking at Julius Reed: “You owe me a tremendous favor! Truly!”

“Speak!” Julius Reed’s heartbeat quickened.

“The Seal—it seals memories. Your memory was erased by the Sealing Pulse! That’s why you lost your memory back then,” Elaenor Wood said with a calm expression. “And the Sealing Pulse was initially created to seal the memories of the Martial Saint Crown Prince and his followers. Back then, those who had accompanied him to Demarco Mount came back utterly deranged.”

“Even the Martial Saint Crown Prince exhibited intermittent madness. Only after the Sealing Pulse sealed parts of his memory did he improve.”

“Furthermore, he warned the Seven Veins: unless absolutely necessary or completely prepared, no one should go to that prison. The reason the seven keys—seven weapons—were divided was to prevent Pendleton members from accessing it. The Seven Veins mutually restrained each other, unwilling to relinquish the weapons symbolizing their power, and thus, for a thousand years, no one has collected all the keys.”

Elaenor Wood finished and suddenly seemed to recall something.

“Oh, right.” His brows furrowed. “After returning, Emperor Charlotte Grey killed her own father. This matter was kept extremely secret at the time. Since her father lived as an ordinary man, rarely appearing in public, no one noticed. But when the Sealing Pulse Vein Holder sealed the Martial Saint Crown Prince’s memory, they overheard him casually mention it and recorded it in the archives, which only a few have access to.”

“So it’s true!” Julius Reed’s expression grew somber.

The events of that year and that so-called prison were intricately connected!