My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 888 - 468 Spoon_4

Chapter 888: Chapter 468 Spoon_4

"You!" The Saintess of North Ice’s pretty face flushed red with anger, her silver teeth clenched. Owen Bertram waved his hand: "Throw this Saul Harbinger aside - search his arms, he said he would accompany our horse."

Wayne Malvin unceremoniously pulled out enough silver bills from Saul Harbinger’s embrace, and then threw him at the feet of the Saintess of North Ice. The people from the Imperial City Department and the Horizon Bureau arrived quickly. Elder Brother Owen didn’t give the Saintess and her group another glance before driving the carriage away.

In the carriage, Verna furiously said to elder brother: "I disagree with this sister-in-law!"

Owen Bertram couldn’t help but laugh: "You disagree?"

In order to show that she was serious and stern, Verna jumped in front of elder brother, put her hands on her hips and repeated: "I disagree!"

"Hahaha." Owen Bertram laughed heartily, asking her: "Is it because they bullied people?"

Verna shook her head vigorously: "No, it’s just that I feel this sister-in-law is not good."

Owen Bertram’s heart wavered slightly. To claim that he had no romantic intentions attending the Saintess of North Ice’s selection of a husband would be a ghostly lie. He was just more rational and calm than the princes.

But upon hearing Verna’s words, Elder Brother became more resolute in his determination that the Saintess of North Ice was not a suitable match.

"Alright, we won’t have her as your sister-in-law."

"Hmm!" Verna nodded seriously.

Elder Brother casually asked: "You said this sister-in-law is no good, and you won’t let me marry her, so you’re not worried that elder brother won’t find a wife? Which wife do you think would be good?"

Verna casually pointed to Lily: "I think Maria would be great."

Lily’s whole body tensed, looking pitifully at her elder sister, while Owen Bertram was dumbfounded. He asked tentatively: "Why do you think the Saintess of North Ice is not good?"

"Because..." Verna tilted her head and pondered: "I smell a short life for her."

Elder Brother: ???

Asking further, Verna couldn’t offer any more rationale.

...

The personnel from the Imperial City Department and the Horizon Bureau handled the aftermath. In the previous collision, dozens of people nearby the carriage had been injured and a considerable amount of goods had been damaged. The Horizon Bureau personnel carefully took inventory, and the Northern Continent Envoy would be responsible for compensating in the future.

As for the Saintess of North Ice and the others, they were allowed to leave immediately.

The Saintess of North Ice had brought a guard unit along with a few maids. These people arrived later, carrying Saul Harbinger and surrounding the Saintess of North Ice as they returned to the inn. After they entered, Saul Harbinger clenched his teeth, sweating from pain while saying ashamedly, "My abilities proved to be insufficient."

The Saintess of North Ice waved her hand: "It’s not your fault." Afterwards, she called in a Northern Continent Witch Doctor to heal his wounds.

Today, some people from the envoy went out for a stroll and noticed that the rusty spoon from the stall owner seemed to be extraordinary. But they were uncertain, so they went back to ask the Saintess to confirm.

They didn’t buy it on the spot; not because they couldn’t afford the ten taels of silver, but because the mission of the envoy was to establish a reputation for the Saintess of North Ice in the Wood Dynasty. They did everything they could to create opportunities for the Saintess along the way.

For the Saintess to discover an ancient human sacred relic in an antique market with her Fiery Golden Eyes would undoubtedly greatly enhance her reputation.

They handled matters very prudently, immediately leaving one person to monitor the stall owner to prevent the treasure from being snatched away prematurely. The others quickly rushed back to request the arrival of the Saintess. When Elder Brother Owen wanted to buy the item, the person monitoring the stall immediately crushed a talisman to prompt their people to hurry over.

As Saul Harbinger was carried away, an old woman dressed in colorful traditional Northern Plain garb entered the room. Her face was wrinkled, her stature small, and her back hunched; she didn’t possess the kind demeanor of an elderly person, but instead appeared extremely sinister.

"Have you seen Owen Bertram?"

"An unexpected encounter." The Saintess sighed: "Unfortunately, we missed obtaining a human sacred item."

The old woman asked: "Did you intentionally provoke him? You clearly know Saul Harbinger’s temperament. You definitely had the opportunity to prevent his rash actions."