“Hahaha! Sir Moran is here! The Harmons are saved!” “With Sir Moran present, I doubt Tyler would continue his reckless behavior!”
Keith’s appearance uplifted the Harmons‘ spirits, and they felt inexplicably happy, finally feeling at ease after their previous feelings of repression. So what if Tyler was General Lionheart? He was only a major general. Sir Moran, as a lieutenant general and the one who controlled the army, held greater authority than Tyler. Even a talented genius like Tyler had to show deference in the presence of Sir Moran.
Trent flashed a wide smile. “Hector, I can’t believe you actually got Sir Moran to come. That’s amazing!”
“Trent, you got it all wrong. Sir Moran’s appearance should have something to do with my son’s identity,” Jacob said proudly.
Kate chimed in, “That makes sense. Dylan is a part of the Dark Panther Cavalry and is backed by the Goddess of War. With such a bright future, Sir Moran must have recognized his talent.”
Trent chuckled with realization. “Oh, that’s right… Dylan is our true talented genius.”
Considering the Harmons‘ standing, it wasn’t easy to have Keith confront Tyler. However, things were different if they factored in Scarlet, the Goddess of War’s connection.
“Ha! Let’s see if Tyler will continue to act as he pleases!” Dylan reveled in the praises, accepting the credit without hesitation. Hector didn’t correct them either. As long as they could resolve the situation, it didn’t matter who invited Keith.
“I believe this is just a birthday celebration. Why have you brought so many guards, General Lionheart?” Keith’s tone was frosty as he questioned Tyler, walking up to him slowly. The guards from both sides faced off against each other, creating a tense atmosphere.
“Sir Moran, this matter has nothing to do with you. I hope you won’t interfere,” Tyler was indifferent. Despite Keith’s higher rank, he remained fearless.
“Millsburg falls under my jurisdiction. Its safety is my responsibility. If you stir up trouble here, it’s only natural for me to step in,” Keith declared with conviction.
“You’re just a local general while I was bestowed my title by the royal family. Do you have authority over me?” Tyler retorted coldly.
“It doesn’t matter who commits the crime. As long as they do so, I will not stand idly by!” Keith confidently confronted him.
“Ha! I’m afraid the number of people you brought with you is not enough to stop my army,” Tyler
said, maintaining his advantage.
“If Sir Mason’s forces are insufficient, what if I join in?” At that moment, they heard an elderly yet commanding voice. It wasn’t loud, yet it reverberated through the entire place.
Following the voice, an elderly man with a white beard and matching eyebrows strolled in leisurely. He exuded a strong presence and had a piercing gaze, evoking an overwhelming air with his every move. Though unintentional, it was intimidating. As he walked through the doors, a
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palpable weight seemed to descend upon the crowd, like rocks pressing down on their chests. It was hard to even breathe.
“T–that… Isn’t that Sir Paul Hill?”
“Oh my God! It really is him! What’s he doing here?”
Everyone present erupted in a frenzy at his appearance. He was the patriarch of the Hill family, a highly skilled grandmaster, and a master of Balerno martial arts. He commanded immense respect and admiration in the marital world. In the entire seven provinces in Balerno, 100 thousand martial artists followed his command. He was a true leader, revered by countless
followers.
“What’s going on? Sir Hill is actually here?” The Harmon family members looked at each other in genuine surprise. Paul was a reserved man with an air of mystery surrounding him. He rarely made appearances for anyone, and their families weren’t acquainted. Why would a martial arts master like him step up for the Harmon family?
“Hector, did you invite Sir Hill?” Trent was dumbfounded.
Hector shook his head. “No.”
