Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1571: Chapter 1571: Turning the Tide

Devlin turned around and saw the face he was reluctant to see.

Elaenor Wood.

An arch-enemy spanning centuries.

No matter how much he calculated, Devlin never expected Elaenor Wood to suddenly show up here.

According to the intel, wasn’t Elaenor supposed to be at the Dragon teahouse?

How did she end up here?

"Surprised?" Elaenor folded her arms with a smile.

"Not really," Devlin shook his head, pointing at Harry River struggling in the wind and snow, "He calculated it right. So I believe what he said earlier."

"If you don’t mind, I’m going to clean house." Elaenor stretched lazily, "It’s hot out here. I’m a bit uncomfortable." noveldrama

The days of the century-long frozen Boulevard made Elaenor exude coldness.

This little bit of wind and snow, what is it?

"Elaenor Wood! You have to be clear about one thing!" Devlin pointed at the ground, "The Vein Holder of the Sealing Pulse is me, not you! If you want to kill me, you’re committing treason!"

"Treason?" Elaenor scoffed, "What of it if I kill you?"

"If I didn’t miss my guess," Devlin pulled out a cigarette from his coat, struggling to light it in the fierce wind.

But before he could take a puff, the flame was blown out.

"From our first contest, you never defeated me."

Elaenor didn’t refute.

Because Devlin was right.

Back when they competed for the position of Vein Holder, she lost.

In this world, it acknowledges only victory or defeat.

Regardless of the means.

People remember only who won, having long forgotten the means of victory.

"But our lives aren’t over yet, are they?" Elaenor spread open her hands, and an ice lotus blossomed in her palm!

"Today, I’m going to kill you."

Crack!

The ice lotus bloomed!

The swirling snow caught up a wind!

And at the eye of the storm, stood Devlin!

Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!

Several concealed weapons rattled.

The darts barely flew out before being swept up by the gale!

Hurled elsewhere!

"Elaenor Wood!" Devlin stood his ground, gazing into the whirling snow in front of him, a hint of pleading in his voice, "Let me go."

"Give me a reason." Elaenor stood in the snow, dressed in white, an ice lotus cradled in her palm.

Not far in front of her.

Devlin was trapped in the wind.

At any moment he might be swallowed by the snowstorm.

The wind slashed at his face!

Stinging the skin under his mask!

Even with a thick coat!

Even with gloves!

Devlin still shivered uncontrollably.

"Speak, how do you unlock the Lord’s memory?" Elaenor took a step forward, "I am also of the Sealing Pulse, though not the Vein Holder, but it’s hard to trick me. If you deceive me, I’ll kill you on the spot, without mercy!"

The last four words carried weight in Elaenor’s voice.

"Elaenor Wood! As a member of the Sealing Pulse, you should aspire to overthrow the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance and eliminate the Lord! But why do you..."

Devlin’s words cut off as the snowstorm closed in again!

It seemed that if it advanced just one more centimeter, it would freeze him solid!

"Speak!"

Elaenor’s voice was icy.

"Traitor!" Devlin took a deep breath, the icy chill burning his lungs, making him cough.

"Do you remember the Return Needle of the Sealing Pulse?" At last, he chose to surrender.

"I know." Elaenor held the snow lotus in one hand, speaking coldly, "Get to the point."

"The technique to seal memory of the Sealing Pulse can only be learned by the Vein Holder. But to break these seals, all you need is the Return Needle!" Devlin shouted, "Now I’ve told you, let me go!"

"How do I know if this method is effective? Everyone knows you, Devlin, are devious and never speak the truth." Elaenor crushed the ice lotus!

The cold wind suddenly tightened!

The snowstorm rushed directly at Devlin!

"You just want to kill me!" Devlin roared, pulling out a gleaming longsword from his coat!

Crack!

The glint of the blade slashed through the snow and wind!

Then!

He stared fiercely, swinging a strike at Elaenor!

Boom!

The ice lotus flew out!

Clashing with the sword’s aura!

Shattering into pieces!

"Indeed! The sword I yearned for!" As Elaenor was about to strike, a longsword tore through the air, thrusting towards her!

Clang!

Elaenor’s paper fan unfolded instantly!

Deflecting the sword!

"Retreat!"

Ramir Harris soared through the air, catching Forst Thorneycroft with one hand.

He stood in front of Devlin, holding a sword in one hand, speaking coldly.

"Is the Lord dead?" Devlin sheathed his sword, asking in a low voice.

"Severely injured," Ramir Harris replied, then flicked his longsword sharply, stirring up a flurry of snow!

The mist of snow filled the air!

As the snow cleared, Elaenor stood still, holding a camera.

...

Dragon Teahouse.

Inside Room 103.

Julius Reed sat in the chair, habitually crossing one leg over the other.

"Husband, could this be dangerous?" Quella Radcliffe asked anxiously from behind him.

"Harry River, what do the divinations say?" Julius Reed didn’t answer Quella directly but looked at Harry River.

The room was filled with people.

Nelson and Gabriel Young were there.

But with Quella present, no one dared to express concern for Julius.

"Today, you will regain your memory."

Harry River glanced at the cards in his hand and nodded.

"Very well." Julius Reed pointed at Elaenor Wood, "Let’s begin."

"Isn’t this a bit rash?" Nelson couldn’t help but speak, "You’ve recovered almost all of your memories, except for that small part you haven’t recalled. Given time, you could do it."

Danger!

Words from Devlin’s mouth cannot be trusted!

"Nelson is right. You’re taking a risk now that’s far too great; it’s not worth it," Gabriel Young also voiced concern.

Devlin is wily; if he truly intends harm?

"Elaenor, proceed." Julius Reed sat upright, expressionless, "If it fails, kill the fortune teller first."

"You’re sure about this?" Even Elaenor, a member of the Sealing Pulse, felt uncertain.

The Return Needle is ruthless!

It can damage one’s meridians!

Reduce a person to an imbecile!

The so-called ’Return’ then becomes no return at all.

"He’s the emperor of divination. If he errs, you assist me in eradicating the entire divination community." Julius finished speaking and closed his eyes.

"For reference only! For reference only!" Harry River was a bit afraid.

A lifetime of fortune-telling, never once wrong.

But now, with Julius Reed threatening to wipe out the divination community, Harry River inexplicably felt guilty.

"Go ahead," Julius said calmly, remaining still.

"Alright!" Elaenor rose, taking out a small box from her coat, revealing nine silver needles!

The silver needles were black!

Because they were poisoned!

With the poison of the Sealing Pulse!

Once the needle is placed, there’s no turning back.

Elaenor was feeling the pressure.

She took a deep breath, threw the silver needles into the air with force!

And struck down with her palm!

Swipe!

The nine silver needles shot directly into the top of Julius Reed’s head!

In the room, silence reigned.

Everyone waited.

Awaiting the outcome.