Chapter 428: Chapter 428 Winnie Roro
"Young man, do you think the ’Martial Contest for Engaging Daughter’ held at my Main Mansion is for re amusent? Or do you think that my daughter is not desired by anyone and you can marry her or not at your own whim?"
Taoi Roro gazed coldly at Wyatt Barnes and rebuked in a deep voice.
Surprisingly, as Wyatt stood in the shadow of his imposing aura, he managed to sputter a mouthful of congested blood. A trace of surprise flashed briefly in Taoi’s eyes.
Initially, he believed his overwhelming presence alone should have been enough to bring Wyatt Barnes, a re fifth level warrior in the Original Infant Realm, to his knees.
"How do your actions reflect on the dignity of my Mansion and my daughter’s honor?"
Taoi’s voice suddenly turned stern.
Whoosh!
An even stronger aura erged, sweeping towards Wyatt.
Instantly, the already pale face of Wyatt took another hit. He felt as if he himself was in the center of a storm, teetering on the verge of collapse.
As Wyatt glanced at the woman standing beside Taoi with her autumn eyes welling up with tears and spat another mouthful of congested blood, he grimaced, "City Lord Roro, when I stepped onto the tournant stage, I told your precious daughter... I only ca for the ’Soul Shedding Fruit’."
"You... really don’t fancy ?"
City Lord’s precious daughter looked at Wyatt, her autumn eyes filled with tears, a touch of excitent in her gentle voice.
Wyatt sighed, "I have never seen your face before, how can I judge whether I fancy you or not? However, I did co here for the ’Soul Shedding Fruit’ and nothing else... If I can’t have only the ’Soul Shedding Fruit’, then I must take my leave, goodbye!"
"Sorry."
Wyatt looked at the daughter of the City Lord, gave an apologetic smile, turned around, and prepared to leave.
"Do you think you can co and go from my mansion just as you please?"
The mont Wyatt turned around, he felt a voice, like a sharp arrow, harshly piercing his ears, causing his eardrums to quiver.
A force he couldn’t match instantly overwheld his whole body.
The next mont, he felt his body slumping, and his consciousness gradually blurring.
He gradually lost sight of the crowd outside the arena.
"Squeak!"
Just before he fainted, he only heard the angry squeak of Little Gold, then he completely blacked out.
When Wyatt regained consciousness, he could feel a sharp pain all over his body.
"It hurts!"
Opening his eyes, Wyatt realized he was lying on an extravagant bed in a spacious room.
"You’re awake?"
At this point, the room door opened and a figure in a red dress walked in, holding a plate with a bowl of fragrant at porridge.
Slling the porridge, Wyatt’s stomach involuntarily grumbled.
"How did I end up here?"
Looking at the woman in the red dress standing in front of him, the City Lord’s precious daughter with a veil on her face, Wyatt shook his slightly dizzy head and asked.
"You were knocked unconscious by my father and have been in a coma for three days and nights... My father’s temper is just like that, don’t take it to heart."
The City Lord’s precious daughter put the porridge aside, helped Wyatt to sit up, then took off her veil, scooped a spoon of porridge, blew on it, and handed it to Wyatt, smiling, "You must be hungry after three days."
At the mont, Wyatt was stunned.
The mont the City Lord’s precious daughter took off her veil, he was completely spellbound.
As the veil fell off, a breathtakingly beautiful face appeared before Wyatt’s eyes. Her eyebrows were like a beautiful painting, her eyes were like two autumn waters, her nose was perfect, her lips were crimson, and her teeth were white. Her natural and serene features conveyed a perfect contour breathtakingly beautiful.
She looked like a fairy who had descended to earth.
At this mont, Wyatt found his inner turmoil quelled by the beauty of the woman in front of him.
"You... are very beautiful."
Wyatt murmured.
The woman’s beauty was astonishing.
"You should drink the porridge."
The woman’s pretty face turned crimson, as if she could bleed, her tenderness was like water, completely different from the gallant woman who fought with Wyatt on the arena before.
She was fiery when agitated and peaceful when calm.
That was Wyatt’s impression of the woman.
Wyatt allowed the woman to feed him, and a warm feeling arose when the porridge entered his stomach.
"I... I still don’t know your na?"
The woman asked hesitantly.
"My na is Wyatt Barnes."
Wyatt smiled slightly, looking at the woman, "And yours?"
"Winnie Roro."
The woman gave a sweet smile.
"I’m sorry about the other ti... I, really was unprepared."
Thinking of that day, Wyatt’s face was filled with remorse.
Upon hearing this, Winnie Roro seed to recall the events of that day, sighing faintly, "Don’t bla my father...he was just looking out for . Perhaps...it’s because you fit the description of the person from my destiny...that’s why my father didn’t want you to leave."
"The person from your destiny?"
Upon hearing these words, Wyatt Barnes was as confused as a monk frozen in disbelief.
What destiny?
Winnie continued to feed Wyatt porridge as she slowly explained, "Actually, my father and I, along with Grandpa Kane, and Mrs. Adams, only ca to this city a few years ago... At that ti, this city wasn’t called ’Phoenix Perch City’."
Wyatt was surprised. He had not expected that City Lord Roro used to be from sowhere else.
City Lord Roro arrived and within a few short years, beca the City Lord, and even earned the respect of the citizens of Phoenix Perch City...
This level of maneuvering was shocking.
"Where did you co from then?"
Wyatt asked curiously.
"The Great Turdo Dynasty."
Winnie slowly replied.
"The Great Turdo Dynasty!"
Wyatt exclaid.
Recalling Winnie’s innate martial talents, as well as City Lord Roro’s unfathomable power, he suddenly understood.
Perhaps, only people from the Great Turdo Dynasty possessed such terrifying talent and formidable power.
"What do you an by ’destiny’?"
Recalling Winnie’s previous words, Wyatt asked curiously.
Winnie sighed faintly, slowly saying, "That was my great-grandmother’s divination of my ’destiny’... She was a powerful ’Divination Master’ and the person I respect the most in my life. Yet, to divine a way for , the ill-oned one, to survive, she exhausted the last twenty years of her life."
As she spoke, Winnie’s pretty face was streaked with tears.
Divination Master?
Wyatt was unclear, this ’Divination Master’...was it similar to fortune tellers from his previous life?
However, in his previous life, Wyatt had never believed in such things.
"Don’t be sad... Your great-grandmother chose to do this, which shows how much she loved you. If she knew this from beyond, she wouldn’t want to see you in this state."
Although Wyatt didn’t believe in divination or destiny, he couldn’t bear to see Winnie in this weeping state, so he hurriedly comforted her.
Under his consolation, Winnie finally cald down.
"Do you think the so-called ’destiny’ is elusive?"
Winnie looked into Wyatt’s eyes and suddenly asked.
Winnie’s autumn eyes, pure and flawless, were like two beautiful gems, making Wyatt’s heart flutter.
Regarding Winnie’s question, Wyatt didn’t deny it, he nodded.
Winnie slowly said, "Originally, I was unwilling to believe it too... until the martial arts competition, when I thought my strength was inferior to yours, I realized that the ’destiny’ my great-grandmother divined for
wasn’t elusive."
"How so?"
Wyatt looked at Winnie with interest.
"Do you know why my father brought
to this southern city of the Inkstone Empire?"
Winnie asked rhetorically, "It’s all because of the ’destiny’ divined by my great-grandmother... According to her, when I turn twenty years old, I would et a man from my destiny in Phoenix Perch City, the southernmost city of the Inkstone Empire."
At this point, a blush surfaced on Winnie’s incredibly beautiful face, "That’s why, after my father beca the City Lord of this city, he renad it ’Phoenix Perch City’."
"My great-grandmother said that the man in my destiny cos from the south... during the year I turn twenty, he would appear at a certain ti. She instructed my father to organize a martial arts competition for
during that ti, using the ’Soul-Shedding Fruit’ she left behind, as my dowry."
Winnie continued, "This year, I just turned twenty... My father believes my great-grandmother’s words a lot, so during the ti that my great-grandmother predicted, he organized the martial arts competition for , all for the purpose of waiting for the man from my destiny to appear. The ten days of the martial arts competition were the ti fra predicted by my great-grandmother for the man to appear..."
"According to my great-grandmother, that man, not older than twenty-five, would defeat
in the martial arts competition."
"With my strength, among n under twenty-five, those who could defeat , let alone in this remote city of the Inkstone Empire... Even if you consider the whole Great Turdo Dynasty, they are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns."
"For the first nine days before the martial arts competition, although many people ca, none was a match for . As the tenth day approached, I started to think... perhaps my great-grandmother was wrong. It was not until you appeared and defeated
that I realized the destiny my great-grandmother foretold by spending twenty years of her life was not off the mark."
After saying this, Winnie looked at Wyatt, asking, "Are you from the south?"
What Winnie had said left Wyatt puzzled for a mont.
To him, everything that Winnie said was simply too mystical.
Destiny?
He did not believe in it.
"Yes, I am from the south... but maybe all of this is just a coincidence?"
Wyatt said to Winnie.
He was from the Royal Country of Green Forest, and indeed, Green Forest was located to the south of the Inkstone Empire.
"Coincidence?"
Winnie shook her head, after a mont of silence, she said, "Don’t worry, if you’re unwilling, I won’t force you."
"That’s not what I ant... I..."
Right now, Wyatt didn’t even know what to say.
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