My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 887 - 468 Spoon_3

Chapter 887: Chapter 468 Spoon_3

The stall owner nervously reached out his hand, still somewhat apprehensive. But from the beginning, he never hesitated and went straight for the 300,000 taels of silver bills. What kind of opportunity, what use for it!

When his hand touched the silver bills, he could no longer suppress his greed, quickly grabbing them.

Owen Bertram put away the ancient book, saying, "The money and goods have been exchanged, and we owe each other nothing." Then he didn’t look at the stall owner again, waving his hand to Verna and saying, "Let’s go back."

Verna happily held the spoon up to her nose and took a deep sniff, her face intoxicated. She even told Lily, "This spoon still retains the fragrance of ancient food. With this spoon, I can make half a pot more for every meal."

"Really?" Lily was also overjoyed, both little girls were excitedly shouting and jumping, hand in hand. They were about to get in the carriage when a hurried voice came from a distance, "Stop!"

Envoy Owen naturally ignored the voice, for he indeed thought it wasn’t directed at him. In the entire Capital, there would be no more than five people who dared to shout at him so rudely.

As Envoy Owen stepped onto the carriage, suddenly a figure in the air performed three consecutive flips and landed with a thud in front of the carriage. One hand reached out and pressed down the galloping horse.

The tremendous force made the fine horse let out a mournful cry and kneel down.

"Hmm?" Envoy Owen’s eyes flashed with a cold light. The man was dressed in the attire of the Northern Region, tall and muscular. He glanced at the horse kneeling on the ground and said, "This horse is ruined. I’ll compensate."

Envoy Owen frowned again, and the other party looked at him, displeased, "Are you deaf? I called out to you, but you didn’t listen, so I had to ruin your horse."

Envoy Owen said, "I’ve heard that people from the Northern Region have poor judgment. Today I see it’s true." The man from the Northern Region was furious, "You people from the Wu Nation are indeed sharp-tongued!"

Owen Bertram calmly ordered, "Since they do not know the rules, deal with them in an unruly manner." Following the order, two figures appeared, Glenn Mitchell on the left and Wayne Malvin on the right. Both men accompanied Envoy Owen to the Capital for protection. Glenn Mitchell was worried about his sister, and Wayne Malvin mainly came to protect Envoy Owen and visit his family. Of course, the real situation might be the exact opposite.

When two powerful Fifth Realm practitioners took action together, the proud, aggressive Northern Region man was immediately engulfed in danger. At this moment, a pleasant voice came from a distance, "Show mercy!"

Envoy Owen’s body suddenly erupted with his aura, a strongman’s stress response, akin to a wild beast’s instinct! It was because he felt a sense of "threat," as if a fierce tiger had suddenly seen a male lion. Both parties knew that the other was a great threat.

In the sky, an agile figure resembling a swimming dragon stepped forward three times, each step spanning a hundred feet. In an instant, the figure went from the starting point of the long street to the space above the carriage. A punch suddenly fell like a meteor, covering the entire carriage in its ten-foot radius.

Envoy Owen applauded, "What a domineering fist!" Then, he attacked with his sword fingers. Sword qi condensed into a solid form, with the Sword God Skill unfolding, a single sword could break countless techniques.

The owner of the fist in the sky clearly realized that her punch had been countered, but her stubborn and proud nature would not admit defeat. She forcibly clashed her fist with Owen Bertram’s sword finger.

Boom——

With the two of them at the center, the entire long street shook like ripples on the water, innocent bystanders fell all around, and wails ensued. This was the two parties deliberately controlling their power, otherwise, the clash of two Sixth Realm practitioners would have destroyed half of the Capital.

The agile figure tumbled backward, landing steadily on the ground. A strange blush appeared on her frost-defying, snow-surpassing pretty face.

Glenn Mitchell and Wayne Malvin had already subdued their opponent together, his hands pinned in a backhand hold. The man struggled fiercely, but the two men showed no mercy and snapped his arms with a slight effort!

"Ah—" He screamed miserably, and the woman anxiously called out, "Saul Harbinger! You dared to hurt him...!"

Envoy Owen scoffed and stepped forward with his sword fingers out again, the Sword God Skill aimed at several of her flaws. The woman was angry and ashamed, her fists meeting his. However, this time both parties were very restrained, not using their full power, merely competing in technique.

Both moved extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they exchanged dozens of moves. The woman retreated half a step, apparently slightly at a disadvantage. Envoy Owen suddenly stopped his attack and returned to the carriage, ordering, "Notify the Northern Continent Envoy. According to the usual practice, those injured today will be compensated three times, paid by the Northern Continent Envoy!

Let the Horizon Bureau follow up on this matter. Presumably, the 36 Tribes of the Northern Region should not default!

If they default, then detain the Saintess of the North Ice as collateral!"

The woman was tall and had long legs, as rumored; she was indeed stunning in appearance and excellent in stature. Envoy Owen only looked at her for a few moments but was certain that among the women he had encountered, she could undoubtedly rank in the top three in terms of beauty.

It could be said that even the Sang Island National Teacher would only be uniquely beautiful when compared to her.

"You know it’s me?" The Saintess of the North Ice regained her cold and arrogant demeanor. Envoy Owen snorted coldly and didn’t respond. However, the Saintess of North Ice wouldn’t let it go and stepped in front of the carriage, "Saul Harbinger only wanted to discuss with you and buy the ancient artifact from you, yet you hurt others. Is this the way your Imperial Court treats guests?"

Owen Bertram pointed at his horse and said, "Is this the etiquette of the 36 Tribes of the Northern Region when negotiating with people? You are nothing but barbarians, crude and uncivilized."