Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 464

Chapter 464: In Between The Mandibles Of The Centipede

Mrs. Fukushima strolled into her mansion, tossed her phone and bag on the couch, and collapsed on it.

Her housekeeper walked in, took the bag and shoes, then left with them.

Mrs. Fukushima’s phone rang, and she picked it up. "Mr. London," she said.

"Is Godfrey in that dungeon?" he asked.

"He’s not. I still believe we can deal with it. We’ve dealt with several others before he came."

"Not this one. You’re stubborn, Mrs. Fukushima. Too stubborn and proud about your country’s capabilities that you can’t see a free meal even when it’s served on your table."

Mr. London’s voice made her frown. "We tend to trivialize what we didn’t witness. It’s the same for almost every human on Earth. I just saw what they faced in that dungeon in Scotland..." Mr. London squinted.

He sat cross-legged in the same room he met Godfrey, staring at the scenes that came to life on his table. It had golden intricate threads that formed everything.

This was Ronald’s doing. After showing him what the House Of Order went through in the dungeon, Isolde told him that they would not be taking 700 million straight up, then she took the price straight to 3 billion.

They eventually settled for 2.4 billion. Mr. London had not felt a presence like Isolde in a while. She was a political menace, and Ronald...

The world was truly vast.

"What happened in Scotland?" Mrs. Fukushima sat up, her eyes sharp.

"Let me say, if I sent in an army and ten demigods, there’s an eighty-five-percent chance none of them would make it back alive."

"What?!" Mr. London’s statement made her gasp.

"I know we’ve seen gates that brought out powerful monsters, but whatever that boy Godfrey saw is different. Those dungeons don’t just have powerful monsters. It’s best you leave it to him. Best-case scenario, he dies with whatever is in there...."

Mr. London paused for a moment.

"I have to give it to him. If he didn’t intervene, Scotland might be a mess."

Mrs. Fukushima gritted her teeth. She ended the call and slowly dropped the phone before grabbing the hair close to her scalp tightly.

She clenched her teeth as her eyes widened to the limit. Her face looked horrible just because she couldn’t allow herself to scream.

It was all spiralling out of control. Even if she had managed to pin the blame on Godfrey, it was her fault.

Mrs. Fukushima scratched her head with such ferocity one would think there were a hundred head lice in there.

’Damn you!’

***

Meanwhile, in London, Isolde walked back into the Crimson Drawing Room with Ronald. She sat down and crossed one leg over the other. Her golden ornaments, which complemented her dress and perfected her skin, gleamed under the light.

She moved a good part of her hair behind her ear, then her lips lifted into a charming smile. "How did it go, Mr. London?"

Mr. London chuckled. "I spoke to her."

"Thank you. I don’t want my husband to work with scraps. He’s alone there, so the Japanese government should do well to aid him. Especially after the joke of a headline they pulled off a few hours ago," she responded with a calm yet sharp tone.

Mr. London looked at Ronald, who had a little smile.

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