111: Chapter 110: Individual Backgrounds_1 111: Chapter 110: Individual Backgrounds_1 Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow laughed again, thinking to say that she would soon be promoted to the rank of Prescott, and if she couldn’t deal with sothing, what could he do?
However, she quickly rembered that he had claid to be very powerful before, and she initially dismissed it as bragging, but after witnessing his series of subsequent events, she felt pain in her cheeks.
She changed her words, “Alright, then I’ll appoint you the number one general under my Prescott flag!”
“Hahaha…” Owen Bertram laughed loudly.
Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow waved him off, her eyes suddenly turning red.
“If you encounter any difficulties, just tell , don’t be polite with .”
“Alright.” Owen Bertram answered seriously.
When Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow left, Verna cried bitterly, but when it was dinner ti, no one fought with her.
She smiled wide, showing her teeth, and thought that it was a sha Clara didn’t leave earlier.
Vanessa didn’t know the agreent made between her family and York Gordon.
The next morning, the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse: Jim received a letter from the Internal Canon early in the morning, and he rushed to find Owen: “Sothing’s not right.
The Internal Canon has ordered that I keep a close watch on you!”
Owen was also stunned.
At this ti, York and his group in Extinct Village should have finished their mission.
Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow had already left and there would be no need to fra him, a small Trial Training General.
“Go and find out what happened first!”
Jim nodded: “Yes!”
Owen’s face was cold as he returned to his room.
With a thought in his heart, the chanical Dao Soldiers hidden in the surging river surfaced again and went to Extinct Village.
They had to first find out what accidental situation occurred, but they couldn’t put all their hopes on Jim alone.
Owen quickly discovered that the village’s internal and external security was even more stringent than before, making it impossible for chanical Dao Soldiers to infiltrate!
After pondering for a while, he ca to the courtyard of the Taoist Temple and looked up: there was a magpie on the elm tree – He reached out to catch it, then infused it with a spirit seed.
He then caught a small insect and similarly turned it into a puppet by infusing a spirit seed.
If a bird were standing on York’s window, it might get killed by a casual finger-point of spiritual energy, while an insect was more concealed.
But most insects weren’t fast enough, so magpies would carry them to the Extinct Village and let the insects eavesdrop on the information.
The puppet magpie brought the insect to Extinct Village, Owen switched his consciousness to the insect, and the magpie regained its own consciousness, looking around in confusion.
Then, it felt a target in the distance, a sense of familiarity, and imdiately flew back, landing on Owen’s window.
Following the sound of people shouting “Lord Algernon!”, the insect struggled to find York’s tent.
York just stared at the docunts alone, not speaking.
Owen patiently waited for a while, then moved the insect’s wings and flew out, landing in the tent of a nearby Prescott.
The Prescott had just returned from outside, presumably doing sothing.
He was shivering from the cold.
A few of his close subordinates sneaked in and offered several bottles of spiritual liquor with a grin.
The Prescott was overjoyed: “Bring it over quickly, let’s all have a drink to ward off the cold.
Don’t get too greedy!
We’re still on duty, and if Lord Algernon finds out, we won’t get away without a beating.”
“This damn place is really weird, it’s already this cold in autumn, even if you use spiritual energy to resist the cold, the chill still seeps in.”
The flying insect settled down on top of the tent, and of course, they didn’t stop at just one drink.
Prescott couldn’t control his mouth as he started revealing secrets that he wouldn’t normally disclose.
After nearly half a Shichen, the insect heard what it wanted to know.
“…Do you think it’s just Lord Algernon and the Old Officiants that can cover this up?
Lord Algernon has connections.”
“Can’t tell, can’t tell…”
“Ahahaha, it’s the eunuch in the palace!
He doesn’t have any children but has an adopted son outside the palace inheriting his legacy.
That son’s Cultivation has reached a critical mont and needs a spiritual pill to break through the boundary.”
“Tsk, being a eunuch’s son is really good, that waste has been relying on all kinds of treasures given to him by the Elder along the way, building up his prowess.”
“Of course, the other lords have their own goals as well.
I heard it’s for Commander Monroe’s clan’s Ancestral Patriarch.”
“Master Dunn has always wanted to ally with the Commander Lord of North Prison.
He had issued a military order before this mission, promising to offer enough Dandelion Killers.”
“The old Officiants, of course, are all for themselves.
Characters like Egbert are already living a prosperous life, but they’re stuck at a bottleneck, and these Dandelion Killers can be exchanged for their life-prolonging pill.
It’s their only hope to continue living.”
“If they co back empty-handed, the remainder of their lifespan will not be much…”
“…
You guys don’t know anything!
Anyway, Lord Algernon still needs your help in the future.
This village is a treasure trove, and it’s not just about Dandelion Killers.
Otherwise, Lord Algernon wouldn’t have gone through so much trouble…”
He was just getting worked up when a chilling voice suddenly rang out in the room: “Have you said enough?!”
Prescott and several Military Officers were so scared that they fell to their knees, and their drunkenness faded in an instant: “Lord Algernon, please forgive us, we deserve to die!” After waiting for a while without hearing Lord Algernon speak, they wiped their sweat and slipped away.
York didn’t mind his subordinates “discussing” his background.
In fact, he deliberately leaked this information so that his subordinates would have soone dependable to rely on and follow him wholeheartedly.
But if they continued discussing, it would involve the Gold Soil.
The flying insect had heard enough and fluttered its wings, leaving the tent.
If it wasn’t for Owen’s Spirit Seed, the insect would have been frozen to death the mont it entered Extinct Village in this season.
The insects in Extinct Village had always lived there, just like the people in the village.
They had adapted to the Cold Poison here to so extent.
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