Capítulo 1879: Chapter 1879: Entering the City
Five hours later.
The plane landed on a clearing.
Julius Reed and Dorian Cook disembarked from the plane, their eyes already able to see the city in the distance.
Moon Manor is not a manor.
But rather a city.
Yet, the name of this city is Moon Manor.
The manor has thousands of years of history, previously always remaining unnoticed.
Here, it has changed hands many times, under the rule of various city-states.
Until three years ago, a team of sword cultivators emerged from within Moon Manor.
These individuals wielded sharp swords, sweeping through over ten surrounding leagues.
In a terrifying way, they etched the name of Moon Manor into everyone’s mind.
In the martial arts world, strength reigns supreme.
The dominance of Moon Manor attracted many martial artists to come here.
Among them are many experts.
It is said that the Sect Master of the Sword Sect personally came to Moon Manor for a friendly duel.
And forged a deep friendship.
The current Moon Manor is filled with all kinds of martial artists.
It is not bound by any league, and even the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance lost control over it within three years.
Evidently, it’s an independent city.
But no one knows the answer to why Moon Manor rose to power in just a few years.
Those sword cultivators are all natives of the manor.
But with such formidable martial artists, why did Moon Manor get repeatedly occupied like an ordinary city for thousands of years?
Back then, what were those sword cultivators doing?
No one in the martial arts world knows.
But Julius Reed seems to know the answer.
In his time, these people lurked, not daring to act rashly.
Even though the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was all-powerful, they still couldn’t locate these individuals.
But now, due to Julius Reed’s amnesia, he lost his position as the Grandmaster.
Those who were once unseen all emerged at once.
Each sounds impressive, but they have a common title.
Defeated adversaries.
“I have acquaintances in Moon Manor, make sure to keep a low profile,” Dorian Cook put on sunglasses, grabbed a small leather bag, and walked ahead.
Quite fashionable.
“I’m always low-key.” Julius Reed didn’t expect that Dorian Cook actually has acquaintances here. “Lovers?”
His question.
Dorian Cook nearly stumbled.
“Can you please show some respect? I am a proper person after all.” Dorian Cook murmured very discontentedly: “Before the emergence of the Undead Tribe, I traveled all around the world. When Moon Manor first rose, I came here out of curiosity to investigate.”
Speaking of this, she boasted a bit: “I am naturally beautiful and have decent skills. I became acquainted with a young master here. That young master wanted to pursue me, but I refused. After I left, I heard he almost committed suicide.”
“Not surprising from you.” Julius Reed gave a thumbs-up: “Charming.”
Since Dorian Cook knows people here, things will be much easier.
Coming to Moon Manor is mainly to search for any traces Pranay Martinez left behind.
And most importantly…
Dusty Platform.
The key to the Divine Weapon is, of course, the creator.
But to craft well, one’s tools must be well-prepared first.
Julius Reed, based on his existing memories and his own way of doing things, deduced that the key to unlocking Demarco Mount likely isn’t those seven weapons.
Using bluffs and deception is an everyday occurrence.
Fusing the seven weapons into one might be the real key.
As long as they find the Dusty Platform, they will know whether these weapons with Pendleton were indeed crafted by Pranay Martinez.
Julius Reed doesn’t believe other people’s words; he only trusts his own judgment.
Before long.
The two arrived at the city gates.
Passing through Black Pine League, the first they encounter is Moon Manor.
Originally, Julius Reed’s plan was to keep pushing forward.
But that would be a waste of time and not meaningful.
The only benefit is to avoid getting pincered by people behind.
After learning Devlin took charge, he decided to leave Boulevard’s people in Black Pine League.
Since Devlin wants them to fight fiercely at Dusty Platform first, let’s see who can’t hold it.
Julius Reed isn’t worried about this; the Grandmaster position belongs to him, and no one can take it away.
Let Cold Nelson sit a few more days, it doesn’t matter.
No guards at the city gate, anyone can come and go at will.
This surprised Julius Reed a bit.
“Very normal. Generally, strong leagues have no guards; this is confidence.” Dorian Cook seemingly guessed Julius Reed’s thoughts and explained beside him: “The sword cultivators here are unfathomable, once a renowned Great Grandmaster acted rashly here and was found hanging on the city tower the next day.”
“Indeed.” Julius Reed glanced at the towering city walls and nodded: “Even the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance had no guards back then.”
“That was stupid! I heard The North Sea almost broke in and took away the Grandmaster’s four young wives.” Dorian Cook spoke with disdain: “Serves him right for falling from the Grandmaster position, being obsessed with women daily, no different from a muddle-headed ruler.”
“Hmm, you’re right.” Julius Reed started calculating how to teach her a lesson later.
Rumors are dreadful.
Demarco Mount’s days are quite peaceful, but unknown who spread the rumor, turning the righteous Grandmaster into a lustful fiend.
People came and went at the city gates.
All were martial artists in exotic costumes.
If one didn’t know better, they would think it’s a large-scale cosplay event.
“Here, speak less, cause less trouble.” Dorian Cook was always uneasy about West Tower’s irritable temperament. “After all, we’re on their turf, even a tiger fears a pack of wolves.”
“Hmm.” Julius Reed perfunctorily replied, his eyes surveying the surroundings continuously.
Aside from martial artists bustling about, along the sides of Moon Manor’s streets, there are many medicine vendors, martial arts schools, and some tea houses and restaurants.
“I know that young master; he’s the young heir of a martial arts school here.” Dorian Cook took out a mirror from her bosom and touched up her makeup, saying: “Later, you just say you’re my younger brother. Otherwise, if that young master gets jealous, our matters won’t proceed smoothly.”
“Then do you need to sacrifice your charms?” Julius Reed retorted.
“Doing business for you calls for sacrifices, but don’t worry, I have my limits. That bastard better not think of taking advantage of me.”
Dorian Cook’s words actually carried a hint of a proper girl’s demeanor.
“Watch out!”
Suddenly!
A flying knife sprang out from a martial arts school beside the street!
Julius Reed grabbed Dorian Cook by the shoulder, pulling her back immediately!
The flying knife grazed Dorian Cook’s neck, stabbing into the opposite signboard!
Any moment later, the flying knife would have pierced through her neck!
So close!
“Apologies!”
From inside the martial arts school, a martial master with a full beard appeared, leaping into the air, directly flying onto the opposite signboard, retrieving the flying knife!
Afterward, as if nothing happened, he headed back to his own martial arts school.
“Hold up!”
But at this moment, Julius Reed extended his hand.
Blocking the martial master.
“It’s fine.” Dorian Cook tried to push down his hand, but Julius Reed’s strength was too great, and she couldn’t move it at all. “Don’t cause trouble!”
“What do you mean?” The martial master raised his head, glanced at Julius Reed. “Causing trouble? This is Moon Manor, who dares to cause trouble?”
“Do you know what this is?” Julius Reed looked at his hand.
“Your hand?”
The martial master was puzzled. “A hand lacking power, looks like an embroidered pillow.”
“This is called fairness.”
Slap!
Julius Reed suddenly swung out a slap, sending the martial master flying into the martial arts school.
The Grandmaster of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance never leaves grudges overnight.
Not to mention the nonsense of Moon Manor, back then he kicked the gate of Skilid City during its peak.
Pinned Marthew Abernathy’s head in a toilet.
Of course, it’s written on gold foil.
Julius Reed thinks he can really do such a thing.
The emperor locked in the toilet is the best example, isn’t he?
The toilet is a good place, but it’s reserved for others.
With food and drink, hospitality.
PS: From April, at least three updates a day.
Working in an electronics factory is exhausting, sometimes enduring sleeplessness to insist on writing, leading to a poor recent state, apologies to everyone.
Long live Miss Davenport.