Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1561: Chapter 1561 Snatching Seats

The supposedly ’fainted’ Quillermo Ridge slightly opened his eyes.

When he saw this scene, he really fainted.

At the Phoenix Building, at Caelum Danvers’ banquet, directly splashing tea on the face of a Phoenix Sect disciple?

He’s dead.

Definitely dead!

Just as Quillermo Ridge fainted, the Phoenix Sect disciple apologized repeatedly: "Just a moment, we will make arrangements immediately."

Seeing Julius Reed’s confident demeanor and his practiced motion when splashing water, the Phoenix Sect disciple got a clear understanding.

Someone who could sit in the front row and dared to be so arrogant must be Grandmaster Danvers’ close friend!

Such skillful tea-splashing technique indicated that the person had definitely done it many times before.

But the young man was still alive and seemed healthy, so he must have some background.

Otherwise, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

Must not be neglected!

"Is it really Eliezer Pine?" Julius Reed ignored the Phoenix Sect disciples and looked at the name pieced together on the playing cards.

He knew fortune telling.

But hadn’t studied it deeply.

Harry River’s branch of fortune telling was similar to Morse code.

Interpreting answers based on the numbers that appeared on the playing cards.

"In my whole life, I’ve never been wrong once..." Harry River stopped halfway and sighed.

He was slapped in the face.

Just ten minutes ago, his unbeaten fortune had been broken.

Failed continuously.

He gloomily drank a sip of wine, looking plaintively at Julius Reed: "A dignified lord, playing with a beggar like me, does it amuse you?"

"A beggar? You are the emperor of the divination world." Julius Reed refilled the tea cup in front of him and flicked it lightly.

Duang!

The tea cup slid to Harry River, knocking the wine bottle away.

"Drink tea, alcohol isn’t good for your health."

Eliezer Pine’s betrayal was within expectations.

Julius Reed trusted evidence, his judgment, and Harry River’s omens.

Decades ago, a reading from Jesse River was hard to come by.

"Help me calculate again..." Julius Reed hadn’t finished speaking when he chuckled.

Harry River widened his eyes, looking at him indignantly. "If I read one more time, I’ll certainly die!"

Fortune telling was very physically exhausting.

"I forgot." Julius Reed finished, pointing at the table: "Put it in front of him."

The Phoenix Sect members brought piping hot dishes and placed them in front of Harry River.

Harry River didn’t mind, grabbing it with his hand and stuffing large mouthfuls.

"Go ahead, if there is anything you need, I will call you." Julius Reed waved his hand, and the Phoenix Sect disciples sensibly left.

"Who do you think is this young master?" someone whispered to their companion.

To act so recklessly at the Phoenix Building, could he be the son of the Town’s Martial Arts Association chairman?

But they had met the chairman’s sons before, and this person was quite unfamiliar.

Furthermore, the sons of the Town’s Martial Arts Association always arrived late if they came at all.

"Could he be a friend of Grandmaster Danvers?"

Another person wiped the tea off their face and licked it with a finger.

"This tea is really fragrant!"

After finishing, he looked envious.

As servants, they were not qualified to drink such tea.

"Don’t look anymore, he’s likely a close friend of Old Master Danvers and not to be provoked." The Phoenix Sect disciples thought they had guessed the young man’s identity and hurried elsewhere to busy themselves.

That was the number one table!

To sit with the Martial Arts Association chairman and the top grandmaster of Town, he must be a significant figure.

His identity was not simple.

As the time for the birthday feast approached, more and more people began entering the Phoenix Building.

Caelum Danvers’ status had skyrocketed; he was now the second most important figure in Town, just below the Martial Arts Association chairman.

The reason was simple.

Because he was immortal. noveldrama

In Town, there were three immortals.

Only the Martial Arts Association chairman ranked above him.

Therefore, Caelum Danvers would only appear when the banquet started.

Arriving early would diminish his status.

The Town was a major city!

With a massive population.

The Phoenix Hall was soon filled.

A few elders in simple clothes came to the first table in the first row, glanced at Julius Reed and the others, and then sat down.

It was evident from their eyes they were perplexed.

This table had fixed occupants.

But what was with these new faces?

Could they be guests invited by Caelum Danvers?

After sitting, the elders took out their phones and began chatting in the martial arts group chat.

They constantly glanced over but didn’t recognize anyone.

The first table soon filled up.

A bit crowded.

The table usually seated eight, but now there were ten.

"You, come here for a moment." An elder with short white hair beckoned to a Phoenix Sect disciple.

"Master Michael, what do you need?" The Phoenix Sect disciple quickly ran over, standing beside the elder.

"Who are these people..." Tibalt Michael asked in a low voice.

They were curious about what big figures had come to Town.

"They should be... friends of Grandmaster Danvers." The Phoenix Sect disciple explained based on his assumption.

"No wonder." Tibalt Michael nodded and waved his hand: "Nothing else."

"Master Michael, if there’s anything you need, you can always tell me." The Phoenix Sect disciple backed away quickly and left.

After he left, Tibalt Michael and his companions whispered to each other.

"May I ask, this young man is..." Tibalt Michael looked at Elaenor Wood and opened with a smile: "I am Tibalt Michael, leader of the Eight-Tao Sect!"

"Karen, leader of Medicine King Valley." Elaenor Wood said casually.

Medicine King Valley was famous in Huaxia, but Town was in the Northern Border!

Extremely north!

Here, western medicine was more commonly used.

"So, it’s Leader Karen of Medicine King Valley!" Although Tibalt Michael didn’t know Medicine King Valley, the name sounded grand.

"For someone so young to be a leader, you must have extraordinary skills!" An elder next to Tibalt Michael joined in and smiled, introducing himself: "Leader of the Nine Dao Sect, Hardy Ridge!"

"No extraordinary skills, just some odd jobs to earn a living." Elaenor Wood said, his fingers lightly touching the tea cup in front, suddenly flicking!

"Hiss..."

Tibalt Michael had just grabbed it when the freezing cold suddenly pierced his marrow like needles!

It was excruciating!

"An expert! Truly an expert!" Tibalt Michael couldn’t help but praise, seeing the tea cup in front of him already frozen solid: "Impressive!"

The other grandmasters immediately looked at Elaenor Wood differently.

"And this one is..." Tibalt Michael looked at Harry River, his eyes filled with anticipation.

An expert!

Unexpectedly, he had the chance to meet several experts!

"Leader of the Beggar Sect, Jordan River." Julius Reed jokingly said beside him.

"So he’s from the Beggar Sect! My apologies!" Tibalt Michael had heard of the Beggar Sect, but only from TV.

Unexpectedly, in the 21st century, the Beggar Sect still existed!

If it was the Beggar Sect, then this shabby attire matched the identity.

Harry River didn’t speak.

Focused only on eating and drinking.

"And you are..." Tibalt Michael finally turned his gaze to Julius Reed.

"You must be a young master as well?" The others perked up.

"No, I’m just an odd-job man." Julius Reed smiled slightly, without elaborating.

"Oh." The elders’ eyes immediately filled with disdain.

Before long, two young men walked over, chatting and laughing, stopping by the table.

"What’s happening? No more seats?" One of them frowned slightly.