Chapter 1147
1147 Covering for Her
Upon meeting Naomi’s gaze, the patrolling guard gave a slight nod. Upon closer
inspection, one would notice a subtle deference in his demeanor.
It was apparent that outside influences were at play, such as the incident within the Fenton family.
“Did the Fentons really say that?” a voice inquired. Upon receiving an affirmation, a figure lifted the voile curtains and stepped out in clogs.
With a cold gaze, he demanded sternly, “I thought we had a deal. Has that old man decided he’s done living?”
“It seems that the spell has failed. The Cascadian cultivators might’ve caught onto
something
That said, it’s only a matter of time before he’s discovered. After all, the Cascadian cultivators aren’t to be underestimated,” another figure standing nearby replied with a
frown
The first figure let out a hearty laugh. “No matter how strong they are, they are no match
for your skills. Once we free the saintess and merge her soul, we’ll gain an infinite fortune.
That’s what you said, sir.
“Cascadia’s vast population is both a merit and a flaw. There exist countless thoughts and
perspectives. And by manipulating certain beliefs, we’ll stand to benefit greatly.
“Soon enough, the Celestial Force will be within our grasp.”
Although he was frustrated by the failure in the Fenton family, he remained steadfast in pursuing his ambition.
When their generals crumbled on the Cascadian land, he vowed to honor their last wishes.
Back then, the Cascadians were living off of them. Though they appeared formidable now,
they weren’t without weaknesses.
After all, Project Spring had proven successful. Their kin who remained in Cascadia had concealed themselves flawlessly, unknown to anyone of their true identities.
If it weren’t for the incident at the Quinnell residence, they would have proceeded with their
second phase.
1147 Covering for Her.
Fortunately, the incident had minimal impact on their grand scheme. If they couldn’t take
over Kingbourne, they could start with Hawford instead.
Besides, Hawford was a more conducive city for infiltration. More importantly, it was the
perfect place to welcome their saintess‘ arrival.
Meanwhile, Wynter and Dalton had arrived at Oceanview Street’s alley. Margaret, who
hadn’t seen Wynter in ages, was thrilled.
“Come, help me set up the stove. We’re making grilled ribs today,” Margaret exclaimed, clearly remembering Wynter’s favorite food.
Margaret then glanced past Wynter and asked, “Where’s Wolf? I’ve made a new pair of
mittens for him.”
ourne was notably colder than Southdale, especially during the late autumn. The freezing breeze could bite at one’s face.
Margaret had been worrying about her grandchildren, especially Wolf. When he first showed up at the doorstep, he was so small and reserved. On top of that, his hands tinged with frostbite.
Hoping to ease Margaret’s concern, Wynter silently took a sip of her drink before pulling Dalton over.
“This guy has sent Wolf to Mt. Dragon for spiritual practice,” she explained.
“What? Is Wolf capable of doing that?” Margaret exclaimed in surprise.
She had heard that cultivators valued a person’s affinity with living beings. However, she had witnessed various animals cowering before Wolf–even the goldfish flipped over in his
presence.
Margaret sincerely doubted that Wolf was capable of becoming a cultivator.
Obviously, Wolf couldn’t become a cultivator due to his identity. If he were to participate in the training at Mt. Dragon, there would be serious retribution.
Despite Wynter using him as an excuse, Dalton chose not to expose her and instead
covered for her lies.
“Indeed. Mr. Kasper Stavius believed that Wolf is exceptionally gifted, and it would be a waste of his talent if he didn’t pursue spiritual practices,” he replied calmly.
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