My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 834 - 455: Giving Free Rein to the Horse_1

Chapter 834: Chapter 455: Giving Free Rein to the Horse_1

When Owen Bertram saw Abner Lane, he was only wearing a simple blue robe, without a single Magical Instrument on his body, and his hair was tied up with a simple straw rope.

"I have already arranged the affairs of the Horizon Bureau, and we will not need to worry about anything for a month." Abner Lane was calm and indifferent, his state of mind had been adjusted to the best condition.

He beckoned to Owen Bertram: "Accompany me out."

"Yes."

The two of them walked along without using any Divine Skills, and left the bustling Capital. On the way, Abner Lane said to Owen, "I have already left orders that in case of any accident, you will be the next Commander!"

Owen Bertram pouted and exclaimed loudly, "Your grace’s method of showing favor is brilliant, even without any cost. It’s just a performance in the Mini-world, what could go wrong? You are the most talented Cultivator in the Wood Dynasty in thousands of years, and you have prepared for nearly two years. There must be no danger.

Speaking to me like that, I won’t be grateful, so don’t waste your efforts."

Abner Lane rolled his eyes in annoyance but ended up laughing, "You don’t have to deliberately say such things to soothe my mind-—I am quite confident this time, but it’s just a precaution."

The two of them left the Capital, and Abner Lane led Owen towards the southwest. Master Sun didn’t ask where they were going, as Master Lane must’ve kept the location of the Mini-world performance a secret.

...

Outside the East Sea, in Tenshukaku, the National Master’s beautiful face suddenly frowned, and the deep light in her eyes turned gently, as she had already calculated certain events.

She called out: "Miles."

The sea breeze outside the window gathered from all directions, forming a blue phantom shape, which passed through the window and fell to the ground, transforming into a person wrapped in blue cloth strips with only a pair of eyes exposed, making it impossible to tell the gender.

"Find every possible way to prevent Abner Lane from performing in the Mini-world. As long as he fails the first time, there will be no chance for him to catch up with me in this life!"

Miles bowed his head and disappeared into the wind again through the window.

When facing Owen Bertram, the National Master was delighted because in her mind, Owen would never pose a threat to her, so she could have some fun and amusement with him. However, when facing Abner Lane, the National Master would never take it lightly, and would use every means possible to defeat her opponent.

After Miles left, a servant girl climbed the stairs from the bottom floor of Tenshukaku and knelt down outside the National Master’s door to report: "Master, the King wants to see you."

Every time the National Master saw the servant girls around her, she couldn’t help but think of Shelia.

Shelia was more interesting.

The National Master stood up, and the two doors opened automatically. She said to the servant girl outside: "I, the National Master, know." As her words fell, her figure disappeared, and soon appeared in the heart of the nation hundreds of miles away.

The current King of Sang Island was a short, thin young man. Every time he saw the National Master, he couldn’t conceal the desire for possession in his eyes.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." The National Master slightly bowed, and the King hurriedly tried to come down and help her: "No need for formalities, National Master." The National Master had already straightened up and sat down at a position on one side.

The King’s outstretched hands were awkwardly withdrawn.

Opposite the National Master, sat an elderly man who, upon seeing this scene, snorted with dissatisfaction.

"What does Your Majesty want to discuss with me?" the National Master asked indifferently. The King rubbed his hands and said, "Indeed, there is a matter to discuss with the National Master. My father-in-law has a brilliant plan to let us conquer the Wood Dynasty 50 years ahead of schedule!"

The King was very excited, but the National Master remained calm. She turned her gaze towards Theodore, and asked, "Oh? Please enlighten me, father-in-law."

Theodore, although old, was full of confidence in his voice: "I have received secret information that the Wood Dynasty is currently attacking the Nanni Nation. The Wood Dynasty and the Nine Witch Demon Court in the northwest have tense relations. As long as we contacted the Nine Witch Demon Court and the Nanni Nation and jointly attacked the Wood Dynasty, within ten years the Wood Dynasty would be divided between us!"

The National Master frowned imperceptibly and said: "We and the Wood Dynasty are rivals within the Human Race, and we should never collude with the Demon Clan!"

Theodore immediately retorted, "You’re wrong! The Wood Dynasty occupies the Eastern Land but does not make progress. For so many years, it has allowed the Nine Witch Demon Court to linger! As long as we get enough territory and with the spirit of diligence in Sang Island, within three hundred years, we will definitely be able to destroy the Nine Witch Demon Court and drive the Demon Clan out of the Eastern Land completely!"

The National Master shook her head: "The elder is too old, cooperating with the Demon Clan is like seeking a tiger’s skin. This simple truth is known even to a three-year-old child." Theodore wanted to argue, but the National Master forced him further: "Besides, you might know that the Wood Dynasty is at war with the Nanni Nation, but are unaware of the real situation in the Nanni Nation right now, are you? The Nanni Nation has now been completely infiltrated by the Red Clan, and their traditions have been changed accordingly.

I’m afraid you’re even more unaware that over the past three hundred years, I, the National Master, have had to deal with more than thirty cases of Red Clan infiltration into Sang Island each year.

I have been protecting you too well, so you have no idea how greedy and cruel the Red Clan is! If they find a chance, within a few decades, Sang Island will no longer be a place for cultivators like you and me-—just like today’s Nanni Nation!"

The National Master left with a flick of her sleeve, leaving the King and Theodore in the hall, the elder having been scolded as "too old" and his beard bristling with anger. However, he was not confident enough to defeat the National Master, otherwise he might have made a move on the spot.