My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 735 - 429: Evil Guest Comes to the Door _2

Chapter 735: Chapter 429: Evil Guest Comes to the Door _2

The Emperor had already grown impatient, as the actual construction period had been delayed beyond what Owen Bertram had previously promised. The irritable Emperor almost had him charged for deceiving the monarch! Fortunately, with the connections in the Cultivation World, Owen managed to avoid the death penalty in the Sixth Realm.

Owen Bertram was preparing to personally deliver the Flying Carriage Palaces to the Capital. Of course, he didn’t want to make the trip, but if he didn’t personally go, it would seem disrespectful to the Emperor and he would risk getting sabotaged. Moreover, there were some tricky matters with the Flying Carriage Palaces that Master Sun had to personally deal with.

The Imperial Majesty’s long-awaited Flying Carriage Palaces were at last in his possession. With the company of several Cabinet Ministers, the Emperor took Owen Bertram aboard the Flying Carriage Palaces. While Master Sun explained everything, the Emperor was quite satisfied and praised him heavily. He then rewarded him with several idle official positions, but none of them came with any real benefits.

Following that, Owen immediately left the capital and went to the Southern Border. At the same time, the Emperor immediately made preparations to set out on an inspection tour in half a month.

It was ironic that while the war was about to break out in the Southern Border, the Emperor of the Wood Dynasty knew nothing about it and was eager to leave the capital to have fun...

Using the Divine Powers of Breaking Void, Owen Bertram arrived at the residence of the Flying Bear Army. This time, he came secretly to avoid detection by the Nanni Nation’s spies and avoid raising their alarm.

General William described the battle plan to Owen in detail and asked for his opinion. Owen didn’t meddle with the battle plans, he just inquired, "Have there been any recent movements on the Nanni side? Our plan hasn’t been leaked, has it?"

"No," said William, "After the last battle at Suden City, they strengthened their defense line, but they have become lax again over the past few months. We’ve sent out a large number of spies, infiltrated within Nanni Nation, closely monitoring their every move. The movements of their army and martial arts masters wouldn’t escape our notice."

Owen Bertram nodded with a smile, "Since that is the case, I have nothing to worry about. I trust General William to lead us to victory this time. I will be located at the rear. If there is anything the General needs, just send a messenger and I will provide support at any time."

...

Barth was a small city located 400 miles northeast of Thoreau City, serving as an important point on the defensive line the Nanni Nation had against the Wood Dynasty. The Nanni Nation’s army had launched small-scale invasions into the Wood Dynasty six times from here, returning with rich spoils each time after looting and burning.

In the past, the Flying Bear Army was in dire financial straits and could do nothing, but now within Barth, there were 16 spies from the Flying Bear Army dressed up as various characters and living undercover in the city. Edward was one of them and even one of the earliest to infiltrate the city. He had now "settled down" here, disguised as a waitress at a restaurant.

The residence of the Commander of the Martial Souls in Barth was just outside this restaurant and Edward deliberately chose a small house facing the street so that he could monitor the movements within their residence at any time.

Edward, who was pretending to be asleep in his bed, suddenly awoke in the middle of the night due to some noise. He stealthily looked out through a crack in the window and saw a luxurious convoy entering the courtyard opposite, with the ever-arrogant Commander of the Martial Souls receiving them personally at the entrance.

Edward had a hunch but didn’t rush to report it. He wanted to find out who the visitors were before making a decision.

The convoy entered the courtyard and the two large doors closed, blocking Edward’s view.

The local Commander of the Martial Souls was one of the Power of Three Mountains. Tonight’s distinguished guests had high-standing positions, so he put aside his pride and carefully served them, his heart filled with anticipation. If he gained the favor of these "honorable guests" from King Port, he might be personally rewarded and might even be promoted to the Power of Four Mountains!

From the carriage emerged an elderly man, tall but somewhat frail and hunchbacked. He was wrapped in layers of robes, the color like that of weathered rock. He wore a hood, covering more than half of his face. A dull yellow beard, like dead grass, grew on his exposed lower jaw, revealing his Red Barbarian identity.

Before he even stepped off the carriage, several young and strong Red Barbarians jumped down first, quickly setting up stools for him, bringing clean water for washing hands and white towels for wiping his face and hands.

Another man, seemingly the "senior disciple", stood with his hands behind his back, reprimanding the Commander, "Where’s the stuff you were supposed to prepare? Are you deliberately neglecting Master Royval?"

The local Commander hurriedly responded, bowing his head, "I wouldn’t dare, everything is ready."

As he spoke, twenty men who had been prepared in advance ran out from the house, each holding a wooden box. They lined up in two rows along Master Royval’s path, then opened the boxes. A chill emanated from them, as the boxes were filled with large blocks of ice.

At the same time, the house door was opened and inside was a "small room" made of huge ice blocks.

Master Royval’s hunchbacked shape straightened up a bit as he took in a deep breath. The chilling air from the ice cubes held by the twenty men was drawn into his body and the ice cubes all melted into water!

"Quick, quick—" urged the Commander while another twenty men with wooden boxes rushed out. However, Master Royval didn’t hurry this time. He strolled toward the ice house, and only as he passed the ice blocks would their chilling air be absorbed and melt.

Finally, he entered the ice house, sat down cross-legged, and let out a pleasurable low moan. Then he removed his hood, revealing his bald head and a face covered with burn scars!