Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

"West Tower, where are you from? Who is your master?"

Gray Wolf Pavilion.

Brant Fairbanks sat on the sofa, looking at Julius Reed opposite him, and spoke with a smile.

"Today, let's not talk about anything else, just chat about everyday matters."

Saying this, he peeled an orange and handed it to Julius Reed.

He looked just like a loving master.

In fact, after Julius Reed displayed the three techniques today, not only was the Caldwell Family curious, but Brant Fairbanks was even more curious about this West Tower's identity and family background.

Three techniques!

If not from a distinguished family, or without a formidable master, how could someone so young be so powerful?

Even though Brant Fairbanks was the principal of Ocean Academy, and had seen prodigies from the three great academies.

He still had to admit that the prodigies from the three great academies were far inferior to West Tower.

It's not that those prodigies weren't excellent, but that Julius Reed was just too extraordinary!

Brant Fairbanks regretted not properly asking at the time.

Why did he come up with such an idea?

However, what he could console himself with was that West Tower was not easy to control, so it was reassuring if he was dead.

"Everyday matters, huh." Julius Reed took the orange but didn't eat it.

As expected, after showing his strength, these old foxes couldn't sit still.

Presumably, Han Caldwell on the other side was also speculating at this moment.

"Indeed, everyday matters." Brant Fairbanks spoke with a smile: "Having known you for so long, as the principal, I still don't know your situation. A dereliction of duty, a dereliction of duty indeed!"

He patted his thigh, showing a regretful expression: "West Tower, I'm planning to train you as a successor. But our academy has rules, we must understand the disciple's situation, and need the approval of a martial arts master to become a successor. Someone as excellent as you, where is your hometown?"

"South." Julius Reed said simply.

Trying to get me to talk?

It's not that easy.

"Being bestowed with three techniques, you must come from a prestigious family. I wonder, in your family, which notable sect it is?"

Brant Fairbanks kept rubbing his hands, somewhat expectant.

Hopefully, it's not a too powerful sect; otherwise, if this genius with three techniques dies at his hands, wouldn't they go all out?

"In the mountains, there's not much at home." Julius Reed replied honestly.

"Mountains?" Brant Fairbanks was stunned at first, but then understood what was going on.

Sichuan Mountain is also a mountain.

It must be a notable sect!

This matter seems a bit troublesome.

"It's not what you think, the mountain I live on is really deep in the woods. Going to the toilet takes a ten-minute walk." Julius Reed placed the orange on the table and sighed helplessly: "In a year, being able to eat a few good meals is already not bad."

Demarco Mount's toilet has always been a pain in the heart of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance people.

Built a bit far.

But in the inner hall, there's the Saint Master's private toilet.

The usual food at Demarco Mount is all sorts of rare fruits.

The fruits, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Julius Reed glanced at it, the fruits from the Caldwell Family's collection, which they couldn't bear to eat on regular days, didn't have as much spiritual power as the rotten fruit thrown away at Demarco Mount.

As for eating, it might be due to outsiders coming, and a meal is prepared for the sake of modesty.

"No way?" Hearing this, Brant Fairbanks didn't believe it at all!

Not having enough to eat, can you have such amazing skills?

"West Tower, don't treat me as an outsider, just say what you have."

He seemed to feel he was being fooled.

"I'm not lying to you, I'm very honest." Julius Reed really wasn't lying.

"Then tell me, when did you start practicing martial arts, and how is it possible to have three techniques when you can't even eat enough?" Brant Fairbanks was half-believing and half-doubting.

Entering the way requires high financial and material support.

It's absolutely not something ordinary people can afford.

"I often roam outside, rarely being in the mountains for a year. Speaking of practicing martial arts, it's about a year now." Julius Reed thought for a moment, four years ago he knew nothing.

It wasn't until a year ago that he gradually recovered his memory and cultivation level.

Strictly speaking, a year is no problem.

"A year?" Brant Fairbanks almost dropped his jaw in shock! "How is this possible!"

He's lived for hundreds of years and still hasn't cultivated a second technique.

In a year's time, three techniques bestowed?

Even if you killed him, he wouldn't believe it!

"I thought everyone was like this until I came out and found that they were just too stupid." Julius Reed said casually: "Such a simple thing."

Brant Fairbanks almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Simple?

"You go rest, watch out for that old thief Han Caldwell! Today, you killed Franco Tennyson, he's definitely holding a grudge." After saying this, Brant Fairbanks walked straight back into the house.

Believe it?

Only a fool would believe it!

But seeming, the other side didn't seem to be lying.

Brant Fairbanks took out a small device from his pocket and looked at it carefully.

This is a lie detector, extremely advanced.

An accuracy rate as high as 99.999%.

Through sound and emotional fluctuations, it can determine if a person is lying.

With this device, Brant Fairbanks has never failed.

Looking at the straight green line on the display, Brant Fairbanks frowned more deeply.

"I don't want to practice forbidden books." He muttered to himself.

Suddenly a red line appeared on the lie detector screen!

"Truly accurate!"

Brant Fairbanks shook his head, even more puzzled.

Could it be, everything West Tower said, was true?

...

Just as he stepped out, Julius Reed encountered the approaching Han Caldwell ahead of him.

"West Tower, long has your reputation preceded you!"

Han Caldwell cupped his hands towards Julius Reed, smiling warmly: "Three techniques bestowed, you truly are a rare genius!"

"Is there something you want?" Julius Reed gave him a glance; the Caldwell Family had indeed come to join the fun.

Since he dared to show his strength, he had obviously prepared countermeasures long ago.

What could these fools possibly test out?

"Yes." Han Caldwell felt a bit displeased in his heart.

No matter how you say it, he was still part of the Caldwell Family, and the son of Han Caldwell.

But this attitude?

A bit too arrogant!

He barely suppressed his anger and said, "Olindo Caldwell invites you over to discuss the marriage. You are first. According to the rules, you are to be married."

"Not interested, let her do as she sees fit." Julius Reed said, heading towards his room.

"Hey!" Han Caldwell hurriedly caught up, a bit annoyed: "At least go take a look! After all, that's going to be your future wife."

"I have plenty of wives; what rank could she possibly be? Truthfully, if I rank them, her number must be in the four digits." Julius Reed held up four fingers, gestured, and pushed past Han Caldwell.

"I say, how could you..."

Bam!

Julius Reed forcibly shut the door, leaving Han Caldwell awkwardly standing at the door.

"Damn it!" Han Caldwell's face turned gloomy, clenching his fists tightly!

Indignation!

"One day, I'll make sure to kill you!"

But now, he had to somehow bring this young man to Olindo Caldwell.

Otherwise, Han Caldwell would definitely give him a beating.

"Uh, West Tower..." Han Caldwell restrained himself, going to knock on the door.

Click!

The next moment.

A longsword pierced through the door, directly prodding at Han Caldwell's throat!

Thud!

Han Caldwell fell to the ground in fright, trembling all over.

He touched his neck.

Still there.

It's good to be alive.

"Who told you that I wanted to marry Olindo Caldwell? The one I fancy is Hayden Caldwell." Julius Reed pushed open the door, looking at Han Caldwell, who was collapsed on the ground: "Lead the way! To Hayden Caldwell!"

PS: Initially planned to write four chapters, but as the new year is approaching, I went to the town's street to sell some couplets during the day to make some money.

By the time I got back, it was already dark.

Adding to that, it's a bit cold in the Northeast, caught a cold and have a headache.

Resting for a while, from now on aiming to write four chapters.