"No wonder this prison has remained safe for thousands of years."

The imperial advisor turned his head, looking at the prison, and said with a bitter smile, "With Mr. River guarding here for the Holy Lord, who could cause trouble?"

The River Family on Quill Mountain is the most mysterious existence.

Even the imperial advisor has only heard of the River Family legend, but has never seen it firsthand.

Today, he actually met someone from the River Family.

"It seems I won't be able to avenge today." The imperial advisor harbored resentment!

Why can't the unforgettable hatred be avenged?

The man is right in front of him.

"Don't worry, the owner of this prison will naturally settle it for you." The elder pointed at the prison, smiling faintly, "They have their uses. As for what to do, the Holy Lord hasn't said, so I naturally don't know."

"It's unimaginable that the River Family on Quill Mountain would actually help the Holy Lord guard this prison."

The imperial advisor clasped his hands together, "Farewell! Once my injuries are healed, I will come again for guidance!"

Though the River Family's reputation is great, the imperial advisor is one of the Seventh Emperors.

Even later, when the Emperor claimed to have replaced the imperial advisor among the Seventh Emperors, no one acknowledged it.

Moreover, by then, the Seventh Emperors were dead or fled.

They were long a thing of the past.

Although the imperial advisor was defeated back then, he was someone who had fought Julius Reed face-to-face, so how could he easily admit defeat?

"Go, I should work too." The elder walked in front of the prison, with a sweep of his broom into the air, directly breaking seven swords.

He took down the central medicine cauldron, tucked it in his pocket.

Hunched over, he slowly walked away.

"Escaped from calamity?" Someone from the Undead Tribe inside the prison spoke with some surprise.

"Perhaps, dying by the master's hand today would be the best outcome." The Emperor closed his eyes, feeling a rather ominous premonition.

...

Evening.

Julius Reed tidied up his room, sitting alone in a chair drinking tea.

Tomorrow morning will be the day the list opens on the Dusty Platform.

Many people have already rested.

Han Caldwell also sent someone over earlier, after repeated reminders, he finally left.

But no one knows the Holy Lord has long become real.

This aligns with Julius Reed's plan.

Let both sides pull at each other, and in the end, he steps out to reap.

Clang!

Longsword flew through the window!

Impaled on the floor.

This time, Julius Reed didn't ignore it.

Instead, he burst out of the window, leaping in the air and directly grabbed the shadow!

"You can't escape!"

Bam!

Without looking, he directly threw the shadow back through the window!

A loud bang.

Estimated that bones were almost broken.

"Speak, who sent you... Aron Jackson?" When Julius Reed returned to the room and saw the person's face on the ground, he said with some surprise, "Is it you?"

"No way! Aron Jackson in Gonzalez City is just an ordinary person. How could he be involved in martial arts matters?" He squinted his eyes, approaching Aron Jackson.

Before Aron Jackson could speak, Julius Reed grabbed his mouth, his hands forcefully pulling at the sideburns!

"Ouch!"

Aron Jackson was sweating profusely.

"Hey! What's going on!" Julius Reed pulling hard, hair plucked a lot, but didn't tear off the mask.

"Kyler Reed's workmanship has improved again. Compared to Gabriel Abernathy, it's indeed much stronger."

Julius Reed rubbed it forcibly, and it bled.

"Brother... it's me." Aron Jackson stammered, tears painfully streaming down.

"It's you, I know it's you. You're acting so well, if it weren't for my caution, you might have fooled me." Julius Reed sneered, thinking maybe his strength wasn't enough, and increased force.

This person's way of speaking was very much like Aron's.

Could completely pass as genuine.

But this is normal; if someone comes mixed to his side, if they don't even have this skill, who can they deceive?

"I'm really Aron Jackson!" Aron Jackson anxiously explained.

"Quiet down, or I'll cut off your tongue." Julius Reed pulled bit by bit.

Hair was everywhere on the ground!

The mask was furiously pulled off, yet couldn't be taken down.

Julius Reed sat down on the chair, took a sip of tea, and slowed down.

"Speak, who exactly are you? Although I haven't taken off your mask, I understand your schemes."

Now he needs to figure out one thing, whether the other party knows he is already the real Holy Lord.

Although judging by the sword, the other party apparently knows, but to be cautious, Julius Reed needs to probe.

"Brother, I'm really Aron Jackson!" Aron Jackson rubbed his head, seemingly bald.

Looking at the beautiful hair scattered all over, he felt like crying without tears.

This job isn't fit for a human.

"I know you're Aron Jackson, but who is directing behind you?" Julius Reed crossed his legs, coldly staring at him.

"Brother, you don't trust me. I've been following you in Gonzalez City, you can ask me anything, I'll take the test!" Aron knew he had to prove his innocence today!

Otherwise, he was afraid he would suffer.

"Alright, then let me ask you." Julius Reed thought for a moment, suddenly remembered when Aron was snagged by Baylor Davenport in Gonzalez City, and staged a fake play with himself.

"When you were in Gonzalez City, I saved you. Tell me, which time was it?" Julius Reed began to sense around, no Martial Artist presence.

Seems Aron was indeed alone, bringing that sword.

It's just that usually he ignored the sword, today suddenly acting out.

"In Gonzalez City, I was ambushed by subordinates, trapped on the office roof. You saved me down." Aron hurriedly spoke, showing he needed no thought process.

Though bald, he didn't become stronger.

"Then at that time, what was the book on your table called?" Julius Reed immediately asked.

"The book was called '****'." Aron instantly replied.

"You're truly Aron Jackson?" Julius Reed stood up, walked in front of him, examined closely, "Why aren't you in Gonzalez City watching Quella Radcliffe for me and came here? Any martial arts expert can easily kill you."

Able to accurately answer that question, this person was undoubtedly Aron Jackson.

"Even if discovered by you, I would just say it straight." Aron sighed, tremblingly took out a cigarette from his pocket, bit it.

"It was Hiddy who told me to do this." He lit the lighter, took a deep puff, only then his body pain was relieved. "How dare I not obey? If I say a word of no, my head would immediately go away. As for letting me handle this matter, isn't it because we're familiar!"

"Hiddy? It's her!" Julius Reed slightly frowned.

That woman has always been unwilling to meet him, what exactly for?

"You're following Hiddy, do you know whether Graham Will is a trustworthy person?" Julius Reed didn't doubt Aron Jackson's betrayal.

Aron would rather die than betray him.

"Graham Will? That old guy?" Aron trembled and flicked the ash. "That old man is loyal to Hiddy, almost like a shadow."

"If that's the case, then why did the things Graham Will sent almost get me killed?" Julius Reed thought about the wooden box, containing a needle and letter.

"Trying to kill you? Impossible..." Aron took out an envelope from his pocket, hurriedly handed it over. "Right. Hiddy said if I get discovered, give this to you."

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