My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 641 - 404: On the Selection of Chamber Pots_3

Chapter 641: Chapter 404: On the Selection of Chamber Pots_3

Bart deeply agreed, but he still felt that his primary task was to protect the lady, and as for those two fools, he did not care if they died.

The grey fog was slowly expanding outward. When approached, there was a water film-like layer between them and the normal world. Looking through this film, the changes inside were unpredictable, like clouds and fire, seemingly giving birth and annihilating countless bizarre things at any time! If ordinary people stood here and stared at the fog, there would inevitably appear in their minds countless tempting and agitating voices, and the scenes of their dreams would appear in their eyes. They would rush into the grey fog without hesitation!

But when Master Lane stood here, he could confirm, "The source of this Magic Wave is not Copper Gorge. The power of this evil energy is different from that in the Extinction Domain."

The Copper Gorge Extinction Domain has three original sources: Hanging Coffins, Evil God Shinbone, and Ancient Saint Essence. So the evil energies are actually a three-in-one mixture. But the evil energy in the present grey fog is not any of them.

Owen Bertram contacted Bart through a Communication Talisman, "Ask the locals where the source of this evil energy is this time."

Master Lane immediately released a wave of agile runes, covering a large area of the grey fog and began to crack the evil energy.

A moment later, Bart replied, "Sir, they insist that it is the Copper Gorge Extinction Domain."

Owen Bertram was furious, "What do they know? These ignorant soldiers are inadequate and full of faults!"

Owen Bertram threw out a treasure talisman, "Use the Talisman Path to crack this evil energy, otherwise, I will throw you into a chamber pot!"

However, the Eight Hills Mirror, perhaps because it came from Sang Island, had acquired some odd quirks and sent a lewd thought to Master Lane: If it was Catherine’s chamber pot, I would gladly accept.

Owen Bertram, already angry, cursed, "Leroy Baker’s chamber pot!"

Leroy Baker: ???

Owen Bertram coldly glared at him, "Don’t ask, you don’t want to know."

The Eight Hills Mirror shuddered but still wanted to bargain with Master Lane. Owen Bertram had already flown into the sky, leaving a sentence behind, "I always mean what I say!"

Originally, the Eight Hills Mirror was taken back by the Sangdao Delegation, but Master Lane destroyed the entire delegation, so this became a "souvenir" at that time. Little did he expect that it would come in handy now.

Owen Bertram flew closely over the ground, bringing up a grey dragon-like swordlight along the way. He shot straight into the city, suddenly turned and ascended into the sky, rising to the same height as the city gate tower. He stared angrily at the several captains from afar, scolding, "Master Greystone is such a hero; how could he have such a bunch of idiots as subordinates?"

The captains were furious... but the aura of the Sixth Great Realm came crashing down like a mountain, making them kneel on the ground without any resistance. The blue bricks on the wall beneath their feet cracked.

"Tell me! Where is the source of this evil energy?"

"This is a matter of great importance, and I don’t want to hear any more lies. You only have one chance!"

The captains were terrified, shocked by the Sixth Great Realm! They could hardly blame us for not seeing your true strength with just a few followers...

In the present Cultivation World, the Sixth Great Realm has special significance, and the captains dared not be disrespectful anymore, obediently saying, "We lost our minds and wouldn’t dare deceive Your Excellency. As for the source, we can’t be completely sure, but it is most likely the revered Lord House in East Prison Town, which belongs to the East Prison Town Comfort Office."

Owen Bertram: "What else do you know? Tell me!"

"By your command. The revered Lord’s residence was originally at the foot of Snow Mountain, a hundred miles outside of Prefecture City. In recent years, they have been gathering refugees. Ten days ago, they suddenly began recruiting workers in secret, not disclosing the purpose but offering high wages, only recruiting the able-bodied, both men and women. Those who were selected would receive an advance payment of two silver coins, so many of the poor in the city went there."

"But the day before yesterday, some of those who had gone to answer the call came back in a panic, saying that the entire Prescott Group was engulfed by a strange black fire, which seemed to be alive and could even split into Fire Snakes to chase them!"

"There were originally more than forty people, but only seven or eight returned. They were all ordinary people from the city. They traveled back overnight, arriving at the revered Lord’s residence two days ago at noon."

"When they returned, the city tried to contact the revered Lord’s residence using Cultivation Methods. The Prefecture Lord personally used a Communication Talisman to talk to Lord Algernon... It is said that at that time, the Communication Talisman transmitted a strange noise not like a human voice! It sounded like panting and a monster chewing on bones!""Then, within four hours, we saw a massive grey fog rising and spreading in that direction from the city wall..."

Owen Bertram paced with his hands behind his back, frowning at the news. He knew full well the character of the Horizon Bureau, and even the South Prison Town Comforting Office under Master Lane was only slightly more honest. The Horizon Bureau was a special agency that wouldn’t engage in benevolent deeds like gathering displaced refugees.

Owen Bertram asked, "Where were the refugees gathered over the years ultimately placed?"

As expected, several captains were baffled, "We don’t know. They’re just some refugees. Who would care?"

"Then, where did the labor go this time?"

"We don’t know, but they were given two taels of silver. Buying a servant at the market would only cost three to five taels of silver."

Owen Bertram shook his head in disapproval but couldn’t blame these captains. They were military personnel and not government officials, so these matters were not their responsibility. Besides, who had the spare capacity to care for the people at the bottom in such times? Most officials thought: as long as these lowly people do not cause trouble, it’s fine.

"This time, I’m afraid things might not be so simple." Sir Owen looked up at the vast grey fog. What terrifying secrets were hidden within it? Would the East Prison Town Comfort Office... be capable?

Owen Bertram considered for a moment, then found a secluded spot and took out Master Lane’s Communication Talisman. "Sir, things are a bit complicated here."

After reporting to Master Lane, he carefully chose his words, "Sir, I believe... The wisest choice right now is to cooperate with the East Prison Town Comfort Office."

He didn’t say more, knowing that Master Lane would understand his meaning. The decision would then rest with Master Lane.

If they joined forces with the East Prison Town Comfort Office, they could maintain communication and collaborate on the inside and outside. There would still be hope to resolve the Magic Wave crisis with the least cost.

But if the higher-ups insisted on confrontation... Sir Owen had already prepared a Plan B in his heart: relocate the city’s residents and the remaining troops to the Summit Metropolitan Office for shelter. Then, he would monitor the Magic Wave situation and prevent it if possible. If unable, his own safety would come first.

Owen Bertram silently waited for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before Master Lane finally let out a long sigh, "This would require me to bow down to Lin Ronald!"

Owen Bertram remained silent, and Master Lane cursed, "Bastard, always giving me difficult problems!"

"I apologize!"

Master Lane said solemnly, "You make the necessary preparations, and I’ll go discuss this matter with Lin Ronald. But based on my understanding of Lin Ronald, the chances of our two parties joining forces are quite slim."

Owen Bertram’s heart turned, understanding that Master Lane was speaking the truth. Lin Ronald would most likely not trust them and instinctively think it was a plot between him and Master Lane!

"Then we can only let it be. As long as we have a clear conscience, it’s fine."

Master Lane remained silent, and the conversation was cut abruptly. Owen Bertram continued towards the grey fog. In a short period, the fog had expanded several dozen feet outward. Catherine and Leroy Baker were waiting nearby as the Eight Hills Mirror floated high above, its eight eyes open and emitting flowing gold light that continuously seeped into the grey fog.

"Sir." Catherine and Leroy Baker came up to greet him. Owen Bertram nodded in response, then looked at the Eight Hills Mirror and secretly communicated, "Why didn’t you seize the opportunity to enter the fog or try to escape?"

Eight Hills Mirror was irritable, "Don’t you think I know you’ve placed a prohibition on me? I can’t escape anyway! And I wouldn’t want to enter such ominous fog."

It had already unlocked the evil energy within the grey fog, and in front of Owen Bertram, it condensed into a Talisman structure. Owen Bertram looked at it and nodded in satisfaction, then gathered the Eight Hills Mirror.

The Eight Hills Mirror was still not giving up: "My abilities are strong. As long as you are willing to use me personally, together, we will be invincible in the Talisman Path in this world!"

Owen Bertram couldn’t care less; at the moment, it was all sweet talk, what with "personal use"; but he feared that the same fate as Red Hill Saburo would befall him after some time.