Julius Reed took a few steps back and waved his hand.

Immediately, a Martial Artist behind him walked over, suppressing his disgust, and removed the object stuffed in Davion's mouth.

Anyone with a keen eye could see he was in cahoots with Sutton.

These Martial Artists' companions had been injured by Sutton, and they vented all their resentment on Davion.

If Julius Reed had come a bit later, they might have set Davion on fire.

"Ugh..."

Once he could speak, Davion first vomited for a while.

He was tied up tightly with ropes, and combined with the snake venom not being expelled, he couldn't hypnotize anyone at all.

He could only endure the humiliation.

The dignified High Priest of the Ghost Martial Tribe, revered within the tribe.

A visit to the Black Pine League had led to such a downfall.

Davion's eyes were filled with hatred!

He hated!

He hated Lillian Tompson!

If it weren't for this woman rejecting him, why would his witch spirit end up in such a state today?

"Enough vomiting, now speak." Julius Reed stood about three meters in front of Davion and said.

He didn't know Davion, nor did he know the High Priest's witch spirit.

Like the Martial Artists present, he saw Davion with Sutton.

Clearly, he was a discarded pawn.

"I..." Despite his severe injuries, Davion's mind was still sharp.

He wasn't stupid, nor confused.

"I was caught by Sutton, I don't know anything..." Davion pleaded pitifully: "That woman... that woman couldn't walk, so I was captured to do labor."

As if worried no one would believe him, he quickly added, "Otherwise, why did he leave me behind? Because I have no value at all!"

"I'm just an ordinary person!"

Davion kept explaining, his tone and expression showing fear and panic.

Life is like a play; it's all about the performance.

But this performance was somewhat clumsy.

Anyone with keen insight could see that this kid was not ordinary.

"Give it." Julius Reed extended his hand, and a Martial Artist beside him handed over an herb infused with Spiritual Power.

This kind of herb, although not too rare, is still difficult for ordinary Martial Artists to obtain.

"Tell me, what is this?" Julius Reed handed the spiritual herb to Davion and asked.

"This... dog food, what's the question?" Davion hesitated but noticed the Martial Artists around him looking displeased.

"My dog always eats this, what's the matter?"

In the Ghost Martial Tribe, Davion's pets all ate this kind of stuff.

Moreover, it seemed that only when the high-quality dog food was insufficient would they use this trashy stuff.

"Inferior dog food! Poisonous dog food!" Davion quickly said, afraid they would look down on him.

Snap!

A Martial Artist clenched his fist so hard that cracking sounds emerged.

Eyes reddened, teeth ground to pieces!

Was this even human talk?

"Give it." Julius Reed extended his hand again, and a Martial Artist behind him handed over a piece of gold.

"What is this?" The gold was once again placed in front of Davion.

"Gold! This is gold!" Davion quickly replied, "I'm not a fool, I'm a normal person! Don't doubt, I'm really an ordinary person!"

"Gold? I know it's gold, but what's its use?" Julius Reed asked coldly, "Speak!"

"For beggars!" Davion's eyes widened in panic, "Isn't this metal just for beggars? It can't be eaten, what other use does it have?"

In the forest.

Only the rustling of the wind.

Silent and terrifying.

"What's wrong?" Davion didn't understand what he had said wrong.

He was speaking the truth.

"Nothing." Julius Reed walked over, patted Davion's shoulder, "Does your family live in the mountains?"

"How did you know?" This time, it was Davion's turn to be dumbfounded.

The Ghost Martial Tribe was deep in the mountains.

Normally, he stayed within the tribe.

In the mountains.

"The last time you went to the toilet, it took ten minutes?" Julius Reed asked again.

"Five minutes, no ten minutes." Davion grew more curious as to how this young man knew so much.

"We're of the same kind." Julius Reed nodded, then turned and took a step back, "Untie him."

"Thank you! Thank you!"

Davion was filled with gratitude.

What he had suffered was intolerable.

Since birth, he had lived a life of luxury.

The High Priest is the head priest, highly respected.

But these two days, Davion truly felt the treacherousness of human nature.

Too difficult.

Just as the ropes were untied.

Whoosh!

Julius Reed kicked Davion in the stomach, causing the High Priest to experience a gastric spasm!

Kneeling on the ground, face pale.

"Now speak, who are you?" Julius Reed bent down and lifted Davion's chin, "Kid, you're not an ordinary person. Because we're of the same kind."

"Uh..." Davion looked up, at a loss.

"He's the High Priest of the Ghost Martial Tribe!" At this moment, Dorian Cook lifted the tent and walked out.

At this time, she no longer looked sickly.

Her whole body was brimming with power.

"Commander." Dorian Cook walked up to Julius Reed, slightly bowed.

"Wow! Our commander is really something, conquered this woman in just ten minutes?"

"Sure enough, no matter how wild a woman is, there's always a nemesis."

"Looking for death!" Dorian Cook squinted, brimming with killing intent!

"Calm down." Julius Reed softly scolded, and Dorian Cook immediately resembled a calm kitten, not daring to make a sound.

Quietly snuggling by his side.

"Dorian Cook, you betrayed me..." Davion trembled and reached out.

Smack!

Julius Reed swung a slap over. "Can you insult someone under my command too?"

Davion covered his face, not daring to make a sound.

"He was with the Ghost Martial Tribe's Saintess, but when he came out, she was gone." Dorian Cook crossed her arms, let out a light snort, "Did you know, this guy actually harbored ill intentions towards the Saintess and got Sutton to capture that woman named... what was it, Lillian Tompson."

"Is it true?"

Suddenly, a chill emanated from Julius Reed.

"Yes!" Davion steeled his heart, gritting his teeth as he admitted.

Dorian Cook had already defected, continuing the pretense was meaningless.

"Then what skills do you possess, or what's a reason for me not to kill you?" Julius Reed stood with his hands behind his back, in front of him.

"I can hypnotize. I can create illusions! Sutton was able to attack the Black Pine League because I hypnotized the guards." Davion began promoting himself.

He knew, to survive, he needed exceptional skills.

"Good." Julius Reed beckoned, "Stand up, follow me from now on, I'll help you capture that woman."

"Really?" A hint of surprise flashed in Davion's eyes.

Julius Reed didn't reply.

It was definitely a lie.

Ghost Martial Tribe?

But just then.

Gulp.

The arm in Davion's embrace suddenly fell to the ground.

The abundant Spiritual Power immediately caught Julius Reed's attention.

"What is this?" Before Davion could pick it up, Julius Reed reached out and grabbed the arm in his hand.

Upon seeing the arm, two words popped into his mind.

Pruitt Wilde.

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