Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1564: Chapter 1564: Take Care of Yourself

After finishing his tea, Julius Reed placed the box of concealed weapons on the table.

The time is not ripe.

Need to stoke the fire a bit more.

By his side, Hollis Somerset didn’t hear clearly what Julius Reed was saying, but seeing him take the box of concealed weapons, there was a trace of fear on his face.

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Who knows if this man will go crazy and hurt himself.

"Since it’s a martial artist gathering, I have a suggestion. Why not have a match on this stage, for us to enjoy during our meal and drinks?"

Caelum Danvers, experienced with big occasions, handled such unexpected situations quite naturally.

But, who will be the first to go up?

Most martial artists in Town are here, and if a strong one goes up, it might seem inappropriate for their status.

If a weak one goes up, it would only be a display of ignorance.

A laughingstock.

Caelum Danvers obviously knew this, so he just casually mentioned it to lighten the mood.

To ease the awkwardness of a death at the birthday banquet.

Incidentally, today he wants to showcase his immortal abilities!

People in Town have heard about Caelum Danvers’ immortality, but not many have seen it firsthand.

Now, he wants everyone to witness it.

To build an image for the undead!

This is also arranged by the Undead Tribe.

Why would they grant these ordinary folks immortality?

Simply to let Town people know how powerful the Undead Tribe is!

To make all martial artists in Town serve them!

This point, Caelum Danvers knows full well.

His action also serves to express his loyalty.

Killing two birds with one stone.

"I am Tibalt Michael, borrowing your esteemed venue to make a small display, precisely to entertain Grandmaster Danvers!" Sitting at the entrance, Tibalt Michael, filled with anger, was worrying about what to do next.

Upon hearing this, he planned to vent his anger on the worker at the first table!

"Master Michael! Why is Master Michael sitting at the entrance?"

"Did I see it wrong? Is it really Master Michael?"

"Witnessing an act from a top grandmaster in Town is truly an honor for us!"

The guests looked on with curiosity.

Mighty Master Michael should be sitting at the first table by all accounts, shouldn’t he?

Why is he at the entrance?

Caelum Danvers was equally surprised.

Instinctively, he glanced at the first table.

Why were there a few unfamiliar men?

Never seen before.

Grandmaster Danvers turned his head and looked at Franklin Weatherby.

Franklin Weatherby was stunned.

The disciples of Phoenix Sect said those people were Grandmaster Danvers’ close friends.

Now that Caelum Danvers himself is asking, even a fool like Franklin Weatherby understands what’s going on.

"Gulp."

He swallowed nervously.

Feeling a bit anxious.

At the table sat the Somerset and Blackwood families.

Yet Tibalt Michael and Hardy Ridge were nowhere to be seen.

Instead, there were four unfamiliar faces.

Unfamiliar?

Harry River!

Caelum Danvers noticed Harry River.

Good heavens!

Just when he was fretting over not finding this fortune teller, he showed up on his own?

And unabashedly sat in the front row?

Harry River met his gaze, raised his glass, and toasted from afar.

"Haha." Caelum Danvers chuckled softly and whispered to Franklin Weatherby beside him, "Arrange for someone to guard all exits. This beggar is skilled at escaping; don’t let him slip away."

"Understood!"

Franklin Weatherby’s heart raced.

Why was everything he did today going completely wrong?

He promptly left the stage and arranged for people to keep a close watch.

Meanwhile, Franklin Weatherby personally stood behind Harry River.

Earlier when meeting Hollis Somerset and Mount Blackwood, he hadn’t realized this beggar was actually Harry River!

Neglect of duty!

Meanwhile.

On the stage.

Caelum Danvers smiled at Tibalt Michael, "Brother Michael, why are you sitting there? I just glanced over and thought you weren’t fond enough to attend your brother’s birthday banquet."

"Grandmaster Danvers! We who practice the martial arts care not for empty fame. Whether sitting in the last row or not, I Tibalt Michael am still Tibalt Michael! Still a grandmaster!"

Tibalt Michael crossed his hands behind him, voice full of pride, "But if it’s a worker, even sitting in the first row, they’re just a performer!"

His words were unmistakably targeted at Julius Reed.

"Worthy of being a grandmaster! In action, in deed, all have the aura of a master!"

"Well said! Martial artists shouldn’t care for empty fame!"

Tibalt Michael’s words stirred applause among the martial artists!

"Please! Let’s witness Brother Michael’s skills!" Caelum Danvers cheerfully finished, walked to the first table, and sat down.

There was a spot reserved for the host.

Originally, accompanying Caelum Danvers at the table should have been Tibalt Michael and Hardy Ridge, along with the Somerset and Blackwood families.

These families held significant standings in Town.

But now...

"Mr. River, it’s been a while!" Caelum Danvers said, sitting across from Harry River, with a cold smile on his face.

"Just saw you this afternoon, not even six hours ago." Harry River lifted his glass, letting out a burp, "Happy Birthday, Grandmaster Danvers!"

"Much appreciated." Caelum Danvers didn’t drink, nor did he raise the glass, just lightly responded, "You’re not worthy."

"Worthy."

Harry River held the glass high and directly spilled it onto the ground.

After this move, Franklin Weatherby’s face turned green.

Offering sacrifices to the dead at Caelum Danvers’ birthday? What bad luck!

"Interesting." Caelum Danvers stroked the ring on his finger, sneering, "It’s my birthday today; I don’t wish to kill anyone. So, you can live until tomorrow."

"I thought these gentlemen were Grandmaster Danvers’ friends." Hollis Somerset immediately exaggerated: "Unexpectedly, they came to cause trouble."

Great!

Originally hoping for Caelum Danvers to give them an explanation, now he can just enjoy the show.

"These gentlemen look unfamiliar..." Caelum Danvers hadn’t finished speaking, then paused.

His eyes fell on Julius Reed, his entire body trembling!

Excited!

There’s a road to heaven yet you don’t go, but you barge into hell without a gate!

"No wonder Harry River ran away; turns out you know each other." He squinted his eyes, gesturing towards Franklin Weatherby behind him: "Tell the master, the person he’s looking for is already in my grasp."

"Understood!"

Franklin Weatherby turned and left.

"Thank you." Caelum Danvers raised his glass and toasted Julius Reed, "Your life can make me prosperous!"

Meanwhile.

On the stage.

Tibalt Michael was already in position.

While everyone speculated who Master Michael would challenge.

Tibalt Michael pointed at the first table: "I suppose anyone sitting at the first table must be an expert. If so, I want to challenge that person!"

He pointed at Julius Reed!

"Go, he’s calling you." Caelum Danvers looked at Elaenor Wood.

What a joke, even challenging his own prospects? Impossible!

Julius Reed is his prospect!

Future!

Caelum Danvers knew well Tibalt Michael wanted to challenge Julius Reed, but still signaled Elaenor Wood to go up.

"Go ahead, be gentle, after all, he’s an old fellow." Julius Reed couldn’t be bothered.

Mighty Saint Lord, bullying others?

"Alright!"

Elaenor Wood leapt gracefully, landing on the stage!

"Great skill! Definitely a Great Grandmaster!"

"A showdown between masters, marvelous!"

"But who is this person? Why do they look so unfamiliar?"

Tibalt Michael slightly furrowed his brows.

He wanted to fight a worker, how did the Sect Leader of Medicine King Valley come up?

But this was Caelum Danvers’ intention...

Tibalt Michael had to brace himself to accept the challenge.

"Young man, I advise you to know your place!" He rolled up his sleeves, assuming a stance: "If you get hit by me, you’ll lose your life!"

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