Legend of Dragon Son-in-law Chapter 1502: The Secret of Sealing Pulse

Isabella Warm’s "Thank you" had yet to be voiced.

It was instantly shot down by Elaenor Wood’s retort.

"You... are one of the Sealing Pulse?" Isabella Warm knew she had no chance of escape!

The refined man in white before her, holding a fan...

Was even capable of dueling Andrew to a draw; let alone dealing with her.

"Correct, Sealing Pulse. Pure lineage, undoubtedly a true heir of the Seven Veins." Elaenor Wood shook her fan, stepped closer to Isabella Warm, and scrutinized her: "Hm, not bad looking. No wonder you managed to ensnare our Lord to the point of obsession. But I’ve spoken to him about you before, and despite all evidence pointing your way, the Lord steadfastly refused to believe you were the one who poisoned him."

"It wasn’t ." Isabella Warm’s heart skipped a beat.

Could it be true?

He believed in her?

Without warning, Isabella Warm’s nose tingled with emotion as a surge of gratitude overca her. Suddenly, all the indignities and hardships she had endured...

Seed worth it.

"Young lady, I’ve always believed it was you who administered the poison. Did you know that the Lord was poisoned because of a chess match he once played against , staking his own life on the ga? What transpired after that, however, is not within my knowledge." Elaenor Wood offered a faint smile: "Are you claiming you truly weren’t the one behind it?"

"Yes! Truly!"

Isabella Warm nodded vigorously, regaining her composure. She then countered, "Sir. As far as I know, Pendleton appointed only Devlin as the Sealing Pulse Vein Holder. Ever since Devlin defected to Thunderpeak Hall, the Sealing Pulse has been obliterated. You claim you are with the Sealing Pulse, so then, what is your connection to Devlin..."

She had to make this clear!

Today’s conspiracy was entirely orchestrated by Devlin!

If the man before her truly belonged to the Sealing Pulse, then being rescued on Lord’s command was an impossibility!

He was an enemy, not a friend!

Isabella Warm would rather die than beco a weakness used to manipulate the Lord!

"Devlin?" Elaenor Wood scoffed, "Sooner or later, I’ll personally clean house!"

The once-mighty Sealing Pulse, reduced to ruin, teetering on extinction!

All of this was a consequence of Devlin’s insatiable greed for immortality—his betrayal of Pendleton, of the Sealing Pulse, and of his kin. All for selfish gain, leading to this calamity!

Elaenor Wood himself had once held the upper hand in their rivalry, only to be undone by Devlin’s ruthless audacity, ultimately resulting in defeat.

Disheartened, he joined dicine King Valley.

Had he foreseen the Sealing Pulse’s downfall, he would never have relinquished the Vein Holder’s mantle!

"If you’re no associate of Devlin, then proceed as you will." Isabella Warm stamred with pain.

If she were apprehended and presented before the Lord now, how could she vindicate herself?

She needed to prove to Julius Reed that Grace River was the true source of discord!

That she, Isabella Warm, was the one he could genuinely trust!

Devoid of energy, dejected.

Had she not been scatterbrained, Devlin would never have had the opportunity to exploit her.

"City Lord—is he well? He... cannot die." Isabella Warm lifted her gaze to Elaenor Wood, her eyes filled with pleading.

Andrew’s remarks had ignited fears for Ian Jorden’s survival.

Had Isabella not orchestrated events earlier, Ian Jorden might have led a privileged life, basking in luxury and stationed beside the Lord, holding a position of unparalleled authority!

But now...

Ian Jorden had donned a new face, coming to Swimming City, driven solely by their cherished plan.

And now, with the plan incomplete, if Ian Jorden perished, and she herself was captured,

Then their efforts of over a decade—all for naught?

It seed as though those ten-plus years had been aningless toil.

Isabella Warm felt anguish!

Felt regret.

"City Lord? Die? Impossible. The Lord is personally in action; how could the City Lord die!" Elaenor Wood laughed aloud as though hearing the most absurd joke: "Anyone facing the Lord is certain to perish! He’s a walking calamity, bringing misfortune wherever he goes!"

"Let’s move." Isabella Warm suddenly felt liberated.

Perhaps, this was destiny!

A decade of labor, gone to ashes—not only had her ideal plan failed, but she had also been branded a traitor.

Life ever brimd with cruel twists.

"Where to?" Elaenor Wood paused dumbfounded.

"Wasn’t it the Lord who instructed you to bring back?" Isabella Warm hesitated in confusion.

Could there have been a misunderstanding?

But there wasn’t any!

"If the Lord told to arrest you and I followed orders, wouldn’t that make look spineless?" Elaenor Wood chuckled lightly, waving his paper fan: "Go on, you may leave."

"Truly?"

Isabella Warm hesitated with skepticism but then bead in delight.

"Sir, you must not deceive ." She sought confirmation.

"Relax. I said I wouldn’t apprehend you, and I an it. I’m saving you because I owe him a favor. As for arresting you? I, Elaenor Wood, standing as the dicine God of dicine King Valley—am I to dance to his tune?" Elaenor Wood scoffed, shaking his paper fan: "Leave now."

"Thank you, Senior!" Isabella Warm felt ecstatic!

If so!

Then she would have ample ti to complete the plan!

The winding path had no outlet, yet here awaited a hidden village bathed in light!

"Hold on!" But just as Isabella Warm turned away, Elaenor Wood unexpectedly called out.

"Senior, you can’t go back on your word!" Isabella Warm lashed out—it wasn’t the fear of being captured, but the cruelty of granting hope only to deliver despair. Was this the act of a man?

"dication! You’re injured; consider this my favor to you." Elaenor Wood retrieved a small pill from his pocket and tossed it toward Isabella Warm: "Rember, next ti, you might not be so fortunate."

"Thank you!" Isabella Warm accepted the pill without hesitation and swallowed it directly.

"No doubt the Bead Pulse Vein Holder—this caliber of courage is not sothing the ordinary folk possess." Elaenor Wood nodded approvingly, his gaze filled with admiration.

"Senior, I dare to ask one question!" Fighting her inner struggle, Isabella Warm ventured forth: "Since you are of the Sealing Pulse, do you know the Sealing Pulse’s thod for erasing mories?"

This was one of the reasons she kept Devlin close.

Back then, Isabella Warm had gone so far as to arrange Devlin and Granny Xihua’s union—to bind this Sealing Pulse Vein Holder.

In the hope of overthrowing Pendleton, while simultaneously settling the issues Demarco Mount stirred.

But who could have foreseen the Lord’s unexpected fall?

Years ago, in a bid to dismiss Pendleton, she falsely claid the Lord would face calamity within ten years—a lie that eventually ca true.

And after that, the news silently propagated until it reached the Lord’s ears.

Even if Isabella Warm jumped into the Yellow River, she wouldn’t be able to cleanse herself of suspicion.

Later...

When the Lord lost his mory, Isabella Warm began to force Devlin to seek a way to restore it.

But Devlin’s wiliness led him to exploit Isabella Warm’s intent.

Having learned her aim, he was emboldened by his security.

Fully aware that as long as the Lord’s mory remained lost, his own safety was assured.

Precisely for this reason, Devlin dared to eliminate Granny Xihua and betray Thunderpeak Hall!

For he knew that as long as he didn’t cross the ultimate boundary, his life would remain intact!

"Erase mories? No clue." Elaenor Wood shrugged helplessly: "That’s within the prerogative of the Vein Holder. While I may surpass Vein Holders in skill, rules are rules. This matter... only Devlin might know."

"Thank you..." Isabella Warm murmured, disheartened.

"But I do know how to forge mories." Just as she neared the brink of despair, Elaenor Wood’s words jolted her with shock: "Reality conjured by the mind. The Sealing Pulse’s thod of fabricating mories is simple. rely have soone don the Night mask and use the unique hypnosis of the Sealing Pulse to stage play-like scenes as if in a dramatic production. These fabricated monts would then latch onto the mind as mories."

"Young lady, upon erging from seclusion, I learned of one peculiar event." Elaenor Wood ascended, vanishing as he departed.

Leaving only a single phrase behind.

"There’s a gap of several days unaccounted for—from the Lord’s defeat on the snowy mountain to his subsequent arrival at Gonzalez City."