Chapter 1297: Chapter 1297: White Flag
The North Sea Fleet was docked at Dragon Bay.
Julius Reed did not disembark.
He propped up a large umbrella at the bow and leaned back in his chair.
There was a small table in front of him.
It was laden with juices and drinks.
To the uninformed, it might seem like he was on vacation.
But Dragon Bay was all dirt, no sandy beaches.
And no bikinis.
“Prince Consort, His Majesty is on the phone.”
Just as Julius Reed was pondering Kyler Reed’s reasons for going to Swimming City, a commander of the North Sea Fleet hurried over, holding a screen.
This was the North Sea’s seventh-generation communications device.
“Prince Consort, I have heard that you have just slain Nairn Yarrow of Shu Mountain?” On the screen, Everton Davenport’s face was grave, and his tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction.
Without a second thought, it had to be Baylor Davenport tattling in secret.
Gazing at the nearby Princess vessel, Julius Reed huffed lightly.
By evening, members of Deep Cold would surely come to take hostages.
That would definitely be interesting.
As for Baylor Davenport, Julius Reed rather thought he was sent by Everton Davenport to keep an eye on him.
With most of the North Sea’s navy brought out by him, if he were to turn traitor, the North Sea imperial court would inevitably suffer a major blow.
Now that Everton Davenport was questioning him about killing Nairn Yarrow, Julius Reed dismissively said, “A minor matter, I thought His Majesty deals with an abundance of state affairs daily, so I did not wish to disturb.”
A minor matter?
Everton Davenport almost choked on his own blood.
If it had been an ordinary elder of Shu Mountain, killing him would have been one thing.
Then he could personally visit Shu Mountain, express his apologies, present a few treasures as compensation, and perhaps there would still be room for redemption.
But that was Nairn Yarrow!
One of the three elders of Shu Mountain, a man who could sit on equal terms with the Sect Leader.
Humiliated and slain in front of many Martial Artists!
Even his corpse had not been preserved!
His bones crushed and scattered to the winds!
The face of Shu Mountain had been stomped into the ground by his Prince Consort, shattered into pieces!
Stomped on, and then spat upon.
When Baylor Davenport relayed this news back, the entire North Sea imperial court and nobility were shaken!
“Prince Consort, Shu Mountain is an established martial arts sect with profound heritage and formidable strength! I’ve heard that this year, several reclusive old monsters of Shu Mountain have emerged from retreat, aiming to join the ranks of the Skycracking Star list! Offending Shu Mountain at this time is unwise!” Everton Davenport said earnestly.
This was the trouble of happiness.
The North Sea having such talent should be a blessing, but this talent attracted too much trouble.
Right from the start, he had offended influential sects like Shu Mountain and the Skyslaughter Sect.
This was far from Everton Davenport’s policy of appeasement.
“Nairn Yarrow was highly esteemed in Shu Mountain and a presence akin to the North Star in the martial arts world. Many young people are deeply influenced by him, regarding him as a senior! Your method of killing and destroying the corpse…” He didn’t know how to continue.
The North Sea was in turmoil.
“Is that so? Shu Mountain is strong? Nairn Yarrow was that formidable?” Julius Reed picked up a glass of juice, sipped through a straw, and began leisurely, “I thought the guy was psychotic, so I killed him in one move. So he was an elder of Shu Mountain!”
After speaking, he couldn’t help but shudder with retrospective fear: “I’m just thankful I’m still alive.”
“This…” On the other end of the screen, Everton Davenport clenched his fists, barely containing his breath.
He had seen the fight.
Baylor Davenport, on the Princess ship, had clearly captured the entire video of the Prince Consort killing Nairn Yarrow.
To call it an instant kill was no exaggeration.
But Nairn Yarrow wasn’t alone!
Behind him stood Shu Mountain!
It is a behemoth in the world of sects!
Undeniably, the son-in-law is truly strong.
So strong that…
Everton Davenport couldn’t believe that there was such an incredible character under his command!
However, whether the son-in-law would pose a threat to himself was something no one could clearly say.
“Our primary goal in The North Sea is to restore our nation! To overthrow the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.” Calming down, Everton Davenport patiently counseled, “A little impatience spoils great plans! If we in The North Sea make enemies on all sides and internal strife continues, I’m afraid people from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance will laugh at us.”
“Is that so? I thought His Majesty wanted to be an enemy to the entire world!” Julius Reed leaned back in his chair, picking up a grape, “The former Saint Lord of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, once suppressed an entire era single-handedly! The ambition of his successor should not be lesser than the original, right?”
Once these words were spoken, the hearts of the people from The North Sea fleet thumped wildly!
Such irreverence!
It was as if they didn’t take the king of The North Sea seriously at all.
“Your Majesty, the words are rough but the logic is sound. If you want to hear flattering words, I can do that too. But think about it, will the journey to Demarco Mount be smooth sailing? Those who flatter you all day, do they truly want you to dominate?”
Julius Reed’s expression remained calm as he shook his head, “The Saint Lord of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, because he proclaimed himself invincible, was toppled from his divine pedestal! To this day, his life or death is uncertain! It has only been four years since his fall from grace!”
“This…”
Everton Davenport’s anger swelled to the point he almost dismissed all of Julius Reed’s official positions, but he swallowed his words.
It made sense.
Good advice is often unpleasing to the ear.
If he himself was too timid, he would be far inferior to the Saint Lord.
Back then, the Saint Lord suppressed an era by himself, with sects like Skyslaughter Sect and even The North Sea itself obediently submitting to his rule.
As for Pendleton?
Established for nearly a thousand years and still hasn’t accomplished anything noteworthy.
Perhaps their greatest achievement was infiltrating Demarco Mount with Bead Pulse to poison the Saint Lord.
A small spark ignited in Everton Davenport’s blood.
Who among men does not crave battle?
Who does not want to be invincible?
“But… offending Shushan is not yet the right time for The North Sea,” Everton Davenport could only give a gentle warning.
Countless eyes from all over the world are watching!
If such a talented and capable minister were to be dismissed, The North Sea’s reputation might plummet to rock bottom.
“When others come to kill me, should I not even fight back?” Julius Reed said in exasperation, “If Your Majesty desires my death, why be so indirect!”
After saying this, he stood up, his tone ice-cold.
“That’s not what I mean…” Everton Davenport felt that no matter what he said, it wouldn’t be right.
“Fighting is one thing, but after winning, don’t kill. You not only killed the person but also destroyed the body, which is somewhat disrespectful.”
Out of sheer helplessness, the King of The North Sea had no choice but to speak diplomatically.
This matter, surely cannot end well.
Ten minutes ago, he received news.
The envoy he had sent to Shushan for negotiations had been killed.
Their body was minced into stuffing, wrapped up in dumplings, and air-shipped back to The North Sea.
“Defeated despite victory? Clearly won the fight, but still need to admit defeat?” Julius Reed turned around, shouted loudly, “Raise the white flag!”
“Yes, sir!”
The North Sea soldiers quickly lowered the royal court’s symbolic golden dragon flag, replacing it with white flags.
Everton Davenport nearly fainted.
He wasn’t dead yet, why raise the white flag?
“There’s no need for this…” Taking a deep breath, he gestured with his hand, “You do as you see fit, I won’t interfere in anything, trust those you employ and do not employ those you mistrust.”
“Please wait for the good news, Your Majesty!”
Julius Reed hung up the video call, picked up an apple, and stood at the bow of the ship.
According to the timeline, the man sent by Templeton Lena should have already reached the southern region.
Next, it was time for him to use Baylor Davenport as bait.
However, this bait was a bit too precious.
But, it had nothing to do with him.
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