My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1368 - 514: Wholehearted Loyalty_1

Chapter 1368: Chapter 514: Wholehearted Loyalty_1

"Mr. Bertram, is there still some food and wine left? I received an invitation and hurried right over, but the journey was too far, and I arrived late."

A voice tinged with a hint of northwest sandstorm came from outside the door. Mr. Bertram lowered his head and laughed: there was indeed plenty of food and wine he had prepared left!

"General Harrison, please come in." Mr. Bertram warmly opened the door, and a northwest "old man" who looked much older than his actual age walked in. He didn’t stand on ceremony; after exchanging greetings with Mr. Bertram, he sat down in an empty seat and started eating and drinking heartily.

The dishes that the other three Cultivation Kings had difficulty swallowing were disappearing fast under Harrison’s voracious appetite. In the blink of an eye, he had eaten more than half of the food. He then guzzled two more bottles of wine before wiping his mouth and saying to Mr. Bertram, "When I received your invitation, I was fighting rebels in the wild! The Rebel King is also a Seventh Realm, and with the support of several Demon Clan treasures, I can barely hold him back.

As long as you can eliminate the Rebel King, what does it matter if the lives of the Harrison family are in your hands?

What a joke! Our Harrison family has a deep feud with the Demon Clan and the Rebel King. We’ve been fighting for dozens of generations; it’s either them or us!

The imperial court wants to restrict us, but we will not obey their commands without reservation. If we let the imperial court put a leash on our necks, even more of our people will die in the war!

They despise us for doing some [business deals]... but if we don’t do these, how can we support our army? The imperial court only gives so much salary each year, and it’s deducted layer by layer. Continuous battles have drained our resources. I can’t even control the Harrison family members without real money!"

The "Rebel King" he mentioned was King Ilías, who had rebelled and joined the Nine Witch Demon Court years ago. But three years ago, Nine Witch Demon Court officially incorporated King Ilías’s territory and named it "Isaac County." King Ilías was then granted the title of "Lester Nanni" by the Nine Witch Demon Court.

It’s a strange title. The Demon Clan has always been proud and condescending. When they grant a king’s title to the human race, it’s always a "Lesser" king while they themselves are "Great" or "Heavenly" kings.

Harrison’s background was not unlike that of the military generals in Mr. Bertram’s past life. His troops were capable fighters, but his private morality was questionable. The reason he wasn’t picky about the food and wine wasn’t because he couldn’t taste the difference in quality but because of his long-standing habit of enduring hardships while commanding armies. As long as it filled his stomach, it was good enough, and this habit persisted even in the Seventh Level.

Upon hearing his complaints, Mr. Bertram didn’t immediately respond and instead said, "Please wait for me here for a moment." Mr. Bertram then left with an air of dignity. Harrison, who had just arrived, didn’t understand what was going on: "What is Mr. Bertram doing...?"

Foster Martinez and Nick Liam each drank their own wine. Abner Lane spoke calmly, "General Harrison, you’ve come from far away. Just watch, listen, and say less."

...

Foster Martinez thought that the first person Mr. Bertram would try to find was Rock George. He came from the "Jianghu" and was backed by a group of nobles. It seemed more suitable for him to "kill the chicken to scare the monkey." But instead, Mr. Bertram went to King Asher’s Royal Palace first.

Mr. Bertram pushed his own drunkenness out of his body, so it could be smelled ten feet away. Then, with slightly unsteady steps, he arrived at the door of the Royal Palace. He stepped forward and forcefully knocked on the door: Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Open the door! I want to see King Asher. I invited him sincerely, and he didn’t even give me any face?"

It was late at night, and most of the people in the palace were asleep. Only a few Protectors were patrolling with lanterns. Mr. Bertram shouted loudly, not only waking up everyone in the palace but also the neighbors around them.

King Asher had only recently stepped up to the Seventh Great Realm and still lived in his previous mansion. It was indeed a small courtyard. Inside, the lights were on, and several Protectors came out, suppressing their anger: "Sir, you’re drunk."

Owen Bertram waved his hand, and the Protectors found themselves involuntarily moved to the side. Mr. Bertram went straight into the inner courtyard: "King Asher, come out! I want to have a serious talk with you..."

The Protectors were frightened out of their wits: Owen Bertram... you have no shame! If you go further, it’ll be the backyard where several royal consorts are resting with the king. What are you trying to do?

Again, the King Asher’s Royal Palace was really small.

The Protectors tried to pounce on him; even if it meant just grabbing onto Owen Bertram’s thigh, they had to hold him back! Otherwise, the king’s reputation would be forever ruined. Just as Owen Bertram reached the door of the backyard, King Asher finally came out.

Mr. Bertram was sweating himself. He just wanted to force King Asher out and didn’t really want to barge into the backyard to see some "elderly version" Spring Palace scene! King Asher had only recently come to power, and before that, he couldn’t afford to marry beautiful young wives. His royal consorts were old enough to be Mr. Bertram’s mother.

"Presumptuous!" King Asher furiously scolded, but before he could even make a stand, Mr. Bertram had already grabbed the collar of his clothes and dragged him out: "Explain to me, why didn’t you give face when I kindly invited you? What’s so great about the imperial family? Can they act recklessly and disregard the courtesy due to important court officials?"

"When the emperor and I became sworn brothers, where were you hiding?"

King Asher was perplexed

Mr. Bertram’s boozy breath blew directly onto King Asher’s face. These "drunken words" seemed somewhat disrespectful, but King Asher just couldn’t avoid him. The king was dragged out by him, damn it! The king couldn’t struggle... he couldn’t understand it at all.

The dignified Seventh Great Realm King Asher was truly dragged out by Mr. Bertram while clutching his collar!