My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 894 - 470: Nine Realms Heaven_3

Chapter 894: Chapter 470: Nine Realms Heaven_3

It wasn’t until they reached the underwater cavern where the "True Dragon" was originally nurtured by the giant egg - but the place was empty. The mannequin seemed stunned, then furious, inspecting the cave back and forth, with fists clenched!

A moment later, the mannequin mysteriously burned up underwater and soon turned into a pile of ashes that sank to the bottom.

The mannequin avoided the deployment of the Imperial Guards but didn’t notice that when it sneaked into the underwater cavern, a low-level demon beast was lying at the bottom and languidly opened its eyes.

Master Owen Bertram in the mansion suddenly felt something was amiss and deep in thought.

...

In the envoy inn of the Northern Continent, in a pitch-black room, the elderly witch suddenly opened her eyes, glowing eerily green-blue like an evil specter, filled with shock and anger.

"The dragon egg is gone?!"

"How could there be such a major error at the most critical link in decades of planning?"

The old witch immediately took out an ox horn and contacted the great chieftain: "Leader, something bad happened." She reported the dragon egg situation, and the great chieftain roared in anger as if he had smashed something. The old witch dared not to speak randomly, and finally, after the chieftain calmed down, he ordered solemnly: "Now we can only rely on the Saintess. Keep a close eye on her. The Sangdao people are not trustworthy, and the Saintess cannot be fully trusted!"

"Yes, sir."

...

Today, the entire capital is bustling, and there is much discussion among the common people because today is the good day for the Saintess of the North Ice to "choose a husband." The location, the Imperial Library, is also where the Dragon and Snake List was held last year.

In the capital, the most top-notch dignitaries try to get a seat in the Imperial Library to watch the show. Lesser ones also have the privilege to be outside the Imperial Library, receiving the news from inside at any time.

The common people also have ways: they gather outside the major teahouses and taverns, where the storytellers inside will "broadcast" the event in real-time.

The four princes set out first, each wanting to display their own strength in front of the Saintess of North Ice and the envoy. The procession seemed to have a lot of fanfare, but when they met outside the Imperial Library, they found it was a collective effort: the Sixth Realm Venerable accompanying each of them, with multiple grandmasters following and hundreds of soldiers surrounding them, and many following them.

It seemed utterly unoriginal.

On the side of the Saintess of North Ice, everything was prepared well in advance. But they wanted to wait for all the "alternative grooms" to arrive before they set off.

However, what made the Saintess of North Ice very irritable was: as the sun was already high in the sky, the other four princes had arrived at the Imperial Library for almost half a Shichen (1 hour), but there was still no trace of Master Owen Bertram, the commander of the Summit Metropolitan Office and the East Prison Town Comfort Office!

The old witchchecked the time: "Saintess, we need some time to reach the Imperial Library with our procession, we can’t wait any longer."

The Saintess consoled herself: "Let’s set off then. It’s best if that Sun guy doesn’t come anyway. I would never choose him anyway. Without him, it would save a lot of trouble."

The envoy of the 36 Tribes of the Northern Region, dressed in their traditional costumes, performed various feats of the northerners along the way, attracting numerous cheering followers of the commoners and officials alike.

The Saintess of North Ice sat in her sedan, dressed beautifully today like a white lotus on a snowy land, so pure and beautiful that people dared not look directly at her.

They reached the Imperial Library according to the predetermined speed, but still, there was no sign of Owen Bertram! The Saintess of North Ice looked unhappy - she unknowingly fell into a weird circle: she secretly hoped that Owen Bertram would give up automatically, but if he really didn’t come, she felt despised and indignant!

Are my legs not long enough, or is my face not pure enough? How dare he disregard me like this!

It was the old witch who softly reminded her in her ear: "Saintess, the four princes are watching you." The Saintess of North Ice then came to her senses, showing a smile like a warm sun after the snow.

Master Owen Bertram ... got up: he got up slowly, ate the breakfast Verna made, casually put on his official robes, checked the time, and thought there was still time for a short tea break.

Andrew Oamond was already rushing in: "My Master Owen, why are you still here? Master Lane and Master Dunn strictly ordered me to supervise you today. You cannot escape halfway, and you must at least appear in the Imperial Library!"

Owen Bertram was puzzled: "What are they intervening in this matter for?"

"We cannot disgrace the nation!" said Andrew Oamond: "If you don’t go, it will be a breach of trust between our dynasty and the 36 Tribes of the Northern Region."

Owen Bertram sneered, thinking that Master Lane probably wouldn’t care about such matters. If he didn’t go, Master Lane might happily joke about him missing a pretty wife later - so it must be the strict and old-fashioned Master Dunn who said this.

"Alright, alright, I’ll set off now. What’s the hurry, there’s still plenty of time..."

Andrew Oamond looked at the time, and there was only one quarter of an hour left before the husband-selection started.

Owen Bertram jumped up and flew out with a ’whoosh,’ his toes tapping on the roof tiles continuously, and in no time, he appeared outside the Imperial Library.

Andrew Oamond followed behind, holding the token of the Horizon Bureau and shouting loudly to explain to the startled patrol officials and the captains of the Horizon Bureau and the Imperial City Department below: "The Horizon Bureau is on a case!"

Master Owen Bertram appeared in the Imperial Library, and the Saintess of North Ice was the first to see him, huffing coldly. This made the four princes secretly delighted: the fact that the Saintess didn’t like Owen Bertram meant she had only fallen for them.

Master Owen Bertram had no idea that he was the biggest "love rival" in the eyes of the four princes.

Mr. Malcolm looked at the time and chuckled: "The time has come; please announce the test topic for selecting a husband, Saintess."