Drinking over corpses.
Always makes one happy.
Julius Reed once discussed this matter with Whitaker Dog, who explained that killing stimulates the nerves, and combined with alcohol, this pleasure can be infinitely amplified.
But Julius Reed isn’t like that.
His heart has long been as cold as his sword.
No matter who his opponent is, they always end up as a corpse.
He’s long been accustod to such endings.
"Co in."
Julius Reed glanced at the sword stuck in the door.
It was the one that appeared at Moon’s Villa.
No matter where Julius Reed goes, this sword always follows.
But now.
He knows there’s soone outside the door.
"The old servant congratulates the lord!"
The white-haired Graham Will pushed the door open, smiling as he walked up to Julius Reed.
He knelt, kowtowed.
The etiquette was very thorough.
The etiquette of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
"Have you been placing this sword here all along?" Julius Reed pointed at the cold sword at the door.
"No, how dare I mock the lord?" Graham Will slowly stood up, bowing deeply to Julius Reed once again.
"How did you get in? Are you not afraid of being exposed doing this?"
Julius Reed poured liquor into his mouth from the jug.
"Rest assured, lord, I possess such skills." Graham Will took out a box from his chest and placed it respectfully before Julius Reed.
"You had once instructed that if you planned to take back the throne, to have this thing delivered to you."
He placed the box on the table, carefully opening it.
Inside, there was a letter and three silver needles.
"As for the third person, they’ve actually been by your side all along." Graham Will said with a chuckle.
Julius Reed actually quite liked this old man, but with the way he withheld information, he truly wanted to kill this old fool with one stroke.
At every critical mont, he keeps secrets.
He speaks a lot, as if saying much, yet like saying nothing at all.
"Who is the third person?" Julius Reed didn’t rush to look at the letter.
Graham Will had once said that there were three people hidden in the shadows, ready to appear whenever the lord had need.
"Your mory is about to recover, and this question will naturally be answered." Graham Will turned and pointed at the sword by the door. "This is Pranay Martinez’s original sword, completely different from the forgery you previously used."
"A forgery?"
Julius Reed drew the Yin Yang from his waist and slapped it onto the table. "You’re saying that this fusion of Nine Heavens Thorn is a forgery?"
"It is, yet it isn’t." Graham Will smiled as he spoke: "No one dares claim Pranay Martinez’s sword as a forgery. But yours is indeed not the only sword. At least, Pranay Martinez has another identical one."
"Sotis, I really want to kill you." Julius Reed shook his head with a smile, waving his hand: "Go on."
"Thanks for sparing , lord." Graham Will hesitated at the door, but eventually picked up the sword: "Should I take it out and discard it for you?"
"Leave it." Julius Reed lifted his head and glanced at him. "I really want to know who put this sword at the door."
"I can’t say." Graham Will shook his head: "Though I know, speaking would incur consequences I cannot bear."
"And not speaking, you can bear those consequences?"
Julius Reed squinted his eyes, the room suddenly filled with chill.
It was the aura of the King.
"Farewell!"
Zoom!
Graham Will leapt, disappearing instantly from the room.
Staring at the box on the table and the letter inside, Julius Reed fell into contemplation.
Could it truly be as he suspected, all orchestrated by himself?
He opened the letter.
’I am Julius Reed, when you see this letter, I have already lost my mory. The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was founded thousands of years ago, initially to maintain order. Yet it seems that there’s always an invisible hand controlling everything.
I tried to search, to chase after it. But it was useless.
Those around appear loyal, yet harbor ulterior motives. I have no one I can truly trust; I can only rely on myself.
When you read this letter, I believe the Dusty Platform is about to open.
The Dusty Platform is an ancient and mysterious organization. After my investigation, I found they are organizing an operation against .
It seems normal for them to target because of the presence of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
But the truth is definitely not as it seems.
Inside the Dusty Platform, there are those who call themselves gods and those who claim to be the servants of gods.
Entering recklessly would only alert them.
The Undead Tribe, Pendleton Seven Veins, and the won around each harbor their own secrets, but they aren’t the real enemies.
They’re like bacteria within the body—harmful, but unable to form a significant threat.
I chose to lose my mory, plunging the world into chaos. Only then will the Dusty Platform truly take action.
When you see this letter, I fear that the so-called god beneath the Dusty Platform will awaken.
But don’t be afraid, you are Julius Reed.
You, invincible in the world.
If there’s a god below, you kill the god.
If there’s a devil below, you suppress the demon.
I’m curious, do ordinary people live happily?
By the way, those four maids all slept with you, only this mory has been erased by .
As for who truly loves you, after your mory loss, you’ll see clearly.
See these three silver needles? Insert them into your brain according to the diagram below. mory, will be completely restored.’
The handwriting is Julius Reed’s.
All the content aligns with his deductions.
But Dusty Platform?
Could it be that Dusty Platform is the true mastermind behind the scenes?
Julius Reed thought for a mont and snapped the three silver needles.
He destroyed the letter directly.
He doesn’t like this tone, this way of speaking.
Even if it’s written by his forr self.
Since he has no mory, then consider it as dying once.
He very much likes his current life, likes everything now.
The true lord should look towards the future, not reminisce the past.
He’s not at the end of his rope; there’s no need to recall past glories.
If he could once eliminate all obstacles and sit on the lord’s throne.
Then now, why can’t he do the sa?
To kill once more, why not?
After the needles snapped, they slowly dissolved.
Finally rging into a pool of black water.
Julius Reed squinted his eyes and carefully examined the pool of black water.
He knows Graham Will wouldn’t harm him.
That is a person who only knows how to execute orders.
The one who wrote the letter must also be himself.
As for the truth of the content written, Julius Reed is unsure.
Yet he feels sothing is amiss sowhere.
Standing by the window, Julius Reed thought for a while, took out his phone, and pressed a familiar sequence of numbers.
"You ca?"
A familiar voice ca from the receiver.
"Now, I have to seriously ask you sothing, and you need to ask clearly! Understand?"
Julius Reed spoke with the utmost caution.
"Speak." Elaenor Wood was also very serious.
"Ask Eliezer Pine whether I slept with her." Julius Reed said calmly.
Silence.
"You’ve crossed the line! I treated you as a brother, and you cuckolded ." Elaenor Wood’s tone had a hint of sadness.
"I also want to know now, did I ever sleep with your girlfriend! Please ask, ask clearly! Then tell , okay?"
Julius Reed was sowhat helpless.
Among the four won, only Eliezer Pine had no feelings for him.
So asking her is the best way to verify this matter.
"Lord, you’re killing by heart here." Elaenor Wood’s voice trembled again.
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