My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 399 - 338: Dream of Hegemony Shattered _2

Chapter 399: Chapter 338: Dream of Hegemony Shattered _2

Owen Bertram set up a tent on the spot, instructed Enoch to make all the preparations, and then ordered Nolan Gordon and the other two to be brought in.

As soon as Foster Michael entered, he knelt down and kowtowed, "Sir, we were blind and mistook a great Buddha for a little ghost. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Elder Brother Nolan is actually quite good to you..."

Nolan Gordon scolded, "No need for more words. What level is Sir Owen at? Our little schemes have long been seen through!"

Daoist Dwayne, with a well-thought-out plan, had already thought of a countermeasure while waiting outside the tent. He stepped forward and confidently said, "Sir, we are willing to submit to you - not to the Imperial Court, but to you personally!"

"Elder Brother Nolan holds a great reputation among the herb gatherers. We can directly contact more than ten thousand of them, not to mention those we can indirectly influence. As long as you give the order, we brothers can help you with anything!"

He couldn’t believe that someone as high-ranking as Sir Owen wouldn’t be tempted by such a massive force! As long as he was tempted and spared their lives, they could plan their next moves. We brothers will definitely not be stuck in subordinate roles for long!

Owen Bertram leaned back in his chair, looking indifferent and lazy, gesturing to Enoch with his fingers, making a light cut.

Enoch pulled a war knife from behind his elbow and held it backward in his hand. With a swipe, he cleanly beheaded Daoist Dwayne, whose head was held in the grip of Six Yangs!

Then he swung his elbow horizontally, slapping the flying sword in mid-air, and completely shattered the soul of Daoist Dwayne, whose face was still blank.

Splat-

Daoist Dwayne spat out a blood sword from his throat, splashing six feet away.

Foster Michael let out a scream and felt weak in the legs, barely able to keep kneeling. Nolan Gordon’s face was full of anger, but with shackles on his body and a talisman suppressing him, he couldn’t exert any power and could only glare at Owen Bertram, who was still indifferent and lazy.

His important adviser was killed just like that!

Owen Bertram waved a finger again and said, "Take Foster Michael away and have him write down a list of the herb gatherers he can directly control."

"Yes!" Enoch complied, and Owen Bertram added, "This official doesn’t care what means you use, as long as you get it out of him. If you can’t, I’ll call someone from the Horizon Bureau to take over!"

Enoch bowed his head heavily, "Rest assured, sir, I also have my methods!"

When the people from Horizon Bureau took over, it meant that Enoch’s ability wasn’t up to par and he wouldn’t have a chance to remain with Sir Owen in the future.

After Foster Michael was taken away, only Owen Bertram and Nolan Gordon were left in the tent. Owen Bertram suddenly laughed and said, "Foster Michael is loyal to you, but he hasn’t gone through real trials and tribulations. His will is questionable. I bet it won’t take more than four hours for Enoch to get it out of him."

Nolan Gordon didn’t quite believe it; he actually trusted Daoist Dwayne even more - that man had too many schemes and probably wouldn’t really support him if he had a better choice.

Foster Michael had been following him for five years since he saved his life in the Extinction Domain, and he had been loyal and sincere ever since, which made Nolan trust him more.

Owen Bertram didn’t speak, and the two sat in silence, waiting. After about two hours, Enoch entered and said, "Sir, I got it out."

Owen Bertram didn’t look at the list, "Let Nolan Gordon see it first to check if the list is complete."

Enoch unfolded the list in front of Nolan Gordon, who glanced at it for a few moments and then clenched his teeth and closed his eyes.

Owen Bertram waved a hand, "Send the list back to Looking Cloud Cliff. David and the others will know what to do."

Enoch took the command and left. Owen Bertram seemed to find it boring and said to Nolan Gordon, "You guys, a makeshift group, are even worse than I expected. Boring."

Nolan Gordon took a deep breath and opened his eyes to ask, "What does Sir mean by keeping me here? Please, tell me."

Owen Bertram leaned back on the chair and smiled slightly, "Not too stupid. You probably didn’t realize that you’re still alive because of the Demon Dandelion."

As Nolan Gordon heard the word "Dandelion," he completely gave up any hope of a lucky break.

"Sir knows about that thing too?"

"Of course, I knew about it before you guys did. But it’s not what you think. I know about it, but it doesn’t know I exist."

"Sir wants to know about the Demon being?"

Owen Bertram nodded, "The more valuable the information you provide, the greater your chances of survival."

He tapped his fingers on the table, and the Flying Sword silently flew out, pointing at Nolan Gordon’s brow. They were ten feet apart, and the Flying Sword moved at a constant speed.

A sharp aura forced its way into Nolan Gordon’s mind, making him feel the icy grip of death!

It had been a long time since he’d felt this way: panic! At this moment, he believed that Sir Owen meant what he said. He had no patience for a "little person" like himself to play games with. The speed of the Flying Sword would either slow down or be retracted depending on the information he provided!

If he couldn’t come up with something interesting before the Flying Sword reached his brow, his life would end at this moment.

Nolan Gordon’s mind raced as he recalled his encounter with the Demon Dandelion and blurted out, "The Demon being is extremely powerful and seems to possess high intelligence. It sets up traps at the entrance of the valley to lure cultivators inside. Then, it uses its roots to ensnare them and communicate directly with the cultivators."