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Chapter 1406 - 525 Trading_3

Chapter 1406: Chapter 525 Trading_3

In the courtyard, Shelia’s ears perked up like a rabbit’s, and she anxiously shouted, "National Master! The enemy is at our doorstep! Where are you?"

Owen Bertram sneered, expressing disdain for the little princess’s acting skills. He pondered seriously, if he really wanted to plant a Spirit Seed in Princess Amelia’s body, with her cleverness and cunning, she would likely either evade or find some way to counter it at the last moment. To make Princess Amelia genuinely cooperate, he needed to find something that she truly cared about.

Grandmaster said, "I’ll take the Demon Heart with me, and we’ll pay homage to your deceased mother together."

"What?" Princess Amelia’s mouth fell open in shock, and then her face flushed with shyness as she fidgeted with her dress hem. "Well, I’m willing, but... but it’s too quick, I’m not ready to introduce you to my mother yet..."

"Stop!" Master Sun made a cutting gesture. "Enough acting, it’s pointless. I’m not there to meet your mother. I will condense a Fire Pill with Tire-8 Pure Fire and place it next to your mother’s coffin. If all goes smoothly within the Ancient Demon Realm, I’ll give it to her as an eternal flame. If any accident occurs, the pill will explode, and I don’t think you want that."

Princess Amelia’s eyebrows drew together in anger, and her voice suddenly became emotionless: "You really would do that?"

"I must."

Princess Amelia took several deep breaths, her small chest heaving as she struggled to suppress her rage. "Fine. In five days, it will be my mother’s death anniversary. I’ll wait for you outside the city."

Without giving Owen Bertram another glance, she turned around and walked out of Customs City with a single step.

...

The devastating loss in Customs City shocked the entire Demon Court. Some young and radical members of the Demon Clan, waving the banner of "duty to home and country," furiously roared in the Imperial Court, demanding severe punishment for the failures. Their positions were not high enough to make decisions, but they could still voice their opinions. The ones who could truly make decisions were not them.

There was no doubt that General Hugo was one of those who could make a decision. He and several high-ranking officials of the Nine Witch Demon Court were all shocked because this defeat was utterly beyond their expectations.

There had been many accidental factors in the loss of the Eight Cities of Swallow Nest, such as Lester Nanni’s treachery leading to a massive defeat, and the Heavenly Enemy Sword displayed by Owen Bertram.

At that time, the most critical factor was the Demon Court’s underestimation of the Human Race’s threat. Even the five Sages of Demons who were sent to the Eight Cities of Swallow Nest by the Demon Emperor’s mandate did not really take Owen Bertram seriously as an opponent. They thought that five against three would be a guaranteed victory!

But this time in Customs City, the Demon Clan had gathered their elite forces, and the chosen Sages of Demons had made full preparations. General Hugo had even secretly brought Princess Amelia! Nevertheless, they still suffered a terrible defeat like the Eight Cities of Swallow Nest. Among the tens of thousands of direct descendants under Norman Charle’s command who fled back, only a few tens of thousands of elite Demon Soldiers were left in the city. Even if the remnants were to be regrouped, there might be just a few tens of thousands left, but what about the original forty thousand elite Demon Soldiers?

What shocked the upper echelons of the Demon Court even more was the sudden involvement of the Grand Emperor in the battle, risking his own life to cover the safe retreat of the Demon Clan’s elites from Customs City. This was what Norman Charle and the three Sages of Demons who had returned claimed.

They must be kidding!

Who in the Nine Witch Demon Court didn’t know what kind of character that old guy was? Could he truly sacrifice himself for the demons? No way, I don’t believe it.

Those radical young members in the court also disgusted General Hugo; he did not believe a single word of their slogans. In his opinion, these people simply felt that the old guys had been occupying important positions for too long, so they wanted to take advantage of the defeats to demand accountability, kick some of them out, and take their places.

At a time when the Demon Court should be united to prevail over difficulties, these fellows were only calculating their personal gains. General Hugo secretly made a note of it and ordered the Ghost Chariot Guard to collect evidence of their various crimes. When the situation stabilized, he would definitely settle accounts with these demons.

They couldn’t just let the defeats slide; otherwise, who would still fight bravely on the front lines? However, this round of accountability was particularly tricky: in reality, Norman Charle was no longer the main general, as the main general was Princess Amelia. But her identity... it was inappropriate to appear in the court’s official documents.

To set Norman Charle up for failure...he was also one of the Ten Great Golden-blooded Nobles, if there is a real dispute, everyone would suffer.

As for the three Sages of Demons, they were righteous: First deal with the five Sages of Demons in the Eight Cities of Swallow Nest, then ask us about our sins of defeat! They abandoned the battle without fighting, while we were trying to protect the royal bloodline!

Now, if accountability is pursued, eight Sages of Demons will be implicated! Who would dare? The Demon Emperor also had to weigh the pros and cons, so the matter was stuck here...

However, regarding the battle situation, General Hugo had his own judgment: Owen Bertram could no longer advance.

General Hugo knew about the Wood Dynasty’s invasion of the Red Clan Barbarian Continent. He objectively assessed the national power of the Wood Dynasty and came to the conclusion. But General Hugo didn’t dare to bet that Owen Bertram wouldn’t go all-in, so he had been scrambling with several ministers in recent days. In just three days, they managed to assemble an army of two hundred thousand, regardless of whether they were elite or miscellaneous soldiers, they crammed them all into the must-pass Qihua City, north of Customs City.

The unstable situation finally settled down.

The "invading armies" of the Demon Clan and the Human Race entered a relatively stable period, with both sides being afraid. The Demon Clan couldn’t wait to send their real main force to the Qihua City battlefield, while the Human Race was exhausted from attacking and worried about the Demon Clan’s counterattack, so they busied themselves with repairing Customs City.

Harrison and Rock George were confident because as long as Mr. Owen stayed in Customs City, they didn’t think the Demon Clan would dare to counterattack. But Owen faced a dilemma: who would be in charge of Customs City in the future?

Owen couldn’t stay on the front lines for long, and a powerful Seventh Realm master had to be stationed here; neither Harrison nor Rock George were up to the task yet. But throughout the entire Wood Dynasty, aside from Owen, Abner Lane might be the only one that could...

Unable to find a suitable candidate for the time being and already at the promised time with Princess Amelia, Owen had a dilemma about whether or not to keep the promise. If this was another trick of Princess Amelia’s, the consequences of the Demon Clan’s sneak attack while he was away from the city were unthinkable... No one around Owen offered valuable advice, except Verna, who shook her head while eating roast meat, "No, she wouldn’t want this ghostly place."

Verna no longer liked this place; the delicacies of the Demon Clan were only novel for a time, and after the novelty wore off, she wanted to go home. The harsh, dry, and low rainfall environment of the Northwest was no match for the rich and fertile lands of the Wood Dynasty’s southeast.

But Verna’s words were enlightening to her elder brother, clearing the fog. The current miserable state of Customs City was supposed to be repaired with heavy expense. The Nine Witch Demon Court needed to recover this area due to strategic purposes; but from Princess Amelia’s personal perspective, she was not anxious to take back Customs City.

The most obvious reason was that even if she made up for her past mistakes and regained control of Customs City, the Demon Court would certainly have other arrangements. Given Princess Amelia’s character, she would never help the Demon Court for free.

Owen placed the Demon Heart of the Grand Emperor in a Storage Brocade Pouch, sealed with nine talismans. This demon heart was about two meters in size, dark gold in color, shaped like a giant boat, with blood vessels like tentacles growing on the surface, flowing with lava-like demon blood.

The Grand Emperor’s Monster Core was naturally Tire-7. After killing the old emperor, this was Owen’s only harvest. However, due to his age, his Monster Core only possessed the lowest standard of power for a Tier-7 core.

Simply put, this was the most "hollow" Tier-7 Monster Core.

Owen found Princess Amelia outside the city— the little girl was sitting in a roadside pavilion, her small body curled up like a lost beast separated from her parents, revealing a twelve-point look of panic and helplessness.

By her side, there was a young nobleman of the Human Race, dressed in splendid clothes and with seven or eight Grandmaster guards, boasting about something to her. The young man in his twenties and in his eyes, he was filled with eagerness and anticipation when looking at Little Princess Amelia.

Seeing Owen, Little Princess Amelia showed a relieved smile, bounced up to meet him, and threw herself into his arms, "Elder brother!"

Owen, subconsciously thinking he was facing ’Verna’s onslaught’, nearly dodged. In such a moment of hesitation, Princess Amelia, who was also in the Seventh Realm, had already squeezed herself into his embrace. The young noble’s eyes were about to spit fire...

Owen subtly pushed Princess Amelia away and gave her a look: It’s too cliché.