Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 1467 - Person from the North Plain

Chapter 1467: Chapter 1467: Person from the North Plain?

Chapter 1467 -1467: Person from the North Plain?

Ever since the last incident, Salena Carpenter had practically become the First Elder’s nightmare.

At this moment, seeing Salena, the First Elder instinctively took two steps back. All the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, and he couldn’t utter a single word.

Hurriedly, he retracted his Long Halberd, turned around, and left without saying a word.

Salena snorted, “What kind of thing struts around showing off?”

Ethan Smith looked at Salena and chuckled, “You’re always showing up right on time.”

Salena rolled her eyes, “I told you not to go to the Cloud Sect, but you didn’t listen. So? You couldn’t get anything done, right?”

Ethan let out a bitter laugh and said, “I still had a backup plan I didn’t use. Otherwise…”

“Don’t say another word!” Salena quickly blocked Ethan’s mouth with her small hand.

She glanced around and said, “Whatever treasures you have, do not expose them, alright? Otherwise, it’s easy to bring trouble, especially with tensions between North Plain and the Southern Province so high.”

Ethan nodded in agreement. It was precisely for this reason that he had refrained from using the divine picture.

After all, it belonged to the masked woman. Even in the Holy Region, it would undoubtedly spark envy.

“By the way, do you know the theme of tonight’s banquet?” Ethan asked.

Salena propped her chin on her hand and murmured, “If my guess is correct, it’s likely related to North Plain Affairs. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have invited Ken Middleton.”

“North Plain Affairs?” Ethan’s brows furrowed slightly.

Could it really be that the conflict between North Plain and the Southern Province had escalated to this extent?

*Is North Plain truly that terrifying?* Ethan turned to Salena and asked.

Salena nodded slightly and replied, “North Plain was originally a place of exile. Because it is bitterly cold and resource-scarce, the most heinous criminals across the domains were sent there.”

“Over the years, they branched out and dominated North Plain. As a result, most people from there are extremely ruthless.”

Ethan suddenly understood. *No wonder. Survival under adversity is nearly impossible. But once someone endures and thrives, they become truly formidable.*

*Their strength and temperament surpass what ordinary people can even compare to.*

“Ugh, Eternal City really has too much time on its hands. Cloud Sect hasn’t even spoken up, yet he’s jumping in to take the lead.” Salena muttered.

Ethan nodded along and added, “Yeah, could it be that Eternal City is trying to take this opportunity to weaken the Cloud Sect’s power?”

“That’s highly possible!” Salena’s eyes lit up as though a sudden realization had dawned on her.

“Anyway, compared to Cloud Sect, I dislike Eternal City even more. Cloud Sect is at least honest in its wickedness; Eternal City is just hypocritical.” Salena muttered under her breath.

Ethan covered Salena’s mouth and whispered, “You can’t say such things carelessly. After all, we’re in Eternal City.”

“Who cares?” Salena snorted lightly.

Gradually, more people began arriving at the scene. In the blink of an eye, over a hundred individuals had gathered within Asgard.

Ethan quickly cast his divine sense over Urban Dittman.

In the crowd, Urban was toasting and exchanging pleasantries, looking smug and self-satisfied.

“What, you have a grudge against that guy?” Salena immediately felt the chill emanating from Ethan. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Ethan nodded and said, “He used Cloud Sect to kill the Hunter’s team leader and took over as team leader himself.”

“The former team leader of the Hunter organization was kind to me, so I have to kill him, no matter what.”

Salena crinkled her nose and said, “I heard he has a Saint’s artifact. That thing isn’t something to mess with—even I wouldn’t dare touch it.”

Ethan sighed and said, “If it weren’t for that Saint’s artifact in his possession, I would’ve already taken him out! I have to find a way to get my hands on that Saint’s artifact.”

Just as they were speaking, someone else entered from outside.

A young man clad in a long robe and exuding charisma strode in.

He wore a faint smile, but there was also a casualness about his demeanor.

“Gregory Hum!” At the sight of the young man, Salena waved at him.

Gregory heard Salena’s voice and walked over with a grin.

“Salena, I heard you broke through recently. So, did you step into the Reversion Void Stage?” Gregory asked with a playful smile.

“Screw you! Do you think breaking into the Reversion Void Stage is that easy?” Salena rolled her eyes.

Gregory patted his chest, half-jokingly and half-seriously, “That’s a relief. I thought you’d surpassed me again.”

With that, Gregory’s gaze fell on Ethan.

“You must be Ethan Smith,” Gregory said with a smile.

Ethan quickly cupped his hands and said, “It’s an honor to meet Senior Gregory.”

“Senior doesn’t suit me.” Gregory shook his head, “Just call me Gregory.”

Ethan awkwardly grinned. Though Gregory said so, Ethan couldn’t bring himself to call him by name.

Moments later, Eric Mitchell and Alf Dillon arrived as well.

The group known as the three lunatics and three extremes, except for Monk Theo Miller, had already gathered.

Meanwhile, Ken Middleton, the lone figure of Legendary, had yet to arrive.

Eric and Alf seemed very close, their movements practically synchronized. Though they didn’t speak much, their faces betrayed their ferocious intent.

Ethan joked, “Aren’t you part of the same group as Eric Mitchell and Alf Dillon? Why don’t they hang out with you?”

“Pah! Who knows which fool came up with that nickname? Damn it, they’re not lunatics—I refuse the title!” Salena snapped, clearly irritated.

Gregory, standing nearby, couldn’t help letting out a hearty laugh.

“What are you laughing at? Why do you get to be called one of the three extremes while I’m labeled a lunatic? It’s not fair!” Salena growled, her cheeks puffing with anger.

Gregory teased, “These titles are just superficial. If you want mine, you’re welcome to take it.”

“I don’t want it, hmph.” Salena muttered.

The gathering had grown to over a hundred prominent figures from the Southern Province.

As more guests arrived, Eternal finally stood up.

He swept his gaze over the crowd and cupped his hands, saying, “Thank you for honoring Eternal City with your presence today. I deeply appreciate it.”

“If you’ve got something to say, just say it. Don’t beat around the bush,” Salena quipped from the audience.

Eternal glanced at Salena and smiled, “Salena, you’re still impatient as ever.”

Then, he turned to the crowd and said calmly, “Since that’s the case, I’ll get straight to the point.”

After speaking, Eternal took a step back. The Void in front of him suddenly rippled, and an elder with an icy expression emerged from the gateway.

Seeing this man, the crowd couldn’t help but exchange confused looks.

Such an unfamiliar face—why had they never seen him before?

“This is Egbert Briggs, Mr. Briggs from North Plain,” Eternal explained.

“What? From North Plain?”

“Why is someone from North Plain in Eternal City?”

“They dare appear so openly in the Southern Province?”

“What’s Eternal’s game here?”

The audience erupted in whispers, the atmosphere buzzing with speculation.

Salena frowned and muttered, “I suspected this might involve North Plain, but I didn’t expect someone from there to actually show up.”