248 Duke Lowe’s Grandson
In the end, Braydon Neal was also encountering the same problem as the ancient sages.
Outsiders could not help Braydon make a choice on this matter.
That was why Old Man Zito said that he could not do anything about it.
Braydon chuckled. “Alright, let’s not talk about it anymore. Don’t let anyone know what we talked about today.”
“Are you worried that the capital would make a move against that girl?” Old Man Zito knocked on his tobacco pot and stood up abruptly.
Braydon’s eyes turned cold, and he said, “If the capital dares to do this, they are forcing me to move the northern army south!”
This sentence made Old Man Zito shiver.
If the northern army were to go south and sweep across the country, no one could match them!
If today’s conversation was leaked and some people knew about it, Heather Sage’s existence would affect the Northern King’s conferment.
To some big shots, Heather was just an ordinary girl.
If it hindered the growth of Hansworth’s morning star, it would definitely be erased from the face of the earth.
Many ancient martial artists had high hopes for Braydon Neal.
He was regarded as Hansworth’s morning star!
If Braydon’s teacher was here, with the old commander’s methods, he would really send people to secretly kill Heather.
Once Heather was eliminated, no one would be able to influence King Braydon, and he would be able to go directly to Mount Tanish and be placed on the altar.
But if the capital dared to do this, it would be forcing the northern army cavalry to go south.
If they dared to do this, they would be forcing Braydon to slaughter the martial arts world.
No one dared to provoke Braydon, be it within or outside the country.
Behind this thousand-year-old genius was the northern army at their peak.
Putting aside the ten elite legions and one hundred thousand hidden agents, just among the great entities of the north alone, the three sons of the north were already conferred kings.
The three youths were all Qilin talents and had stepped into the king level. They had few opponents within the same level.
None of the ten ruthless men under Braydon were weak. They had all been exposed and were all marquises.
They would definitely be conferred the title of king in this life.
Apart from that, the original five Heavenly Kings of the north, other than Heavenly King Luther Carden, the remaining four Heavenly Kings were scattered all over the place.
Tristan Yandell was about to become a marquis and had already grasped a king-level technique.
After he broke through to the marquis level, his strength was destined to crush many marquis-level martial artists, and he had a chance of becoming a king.
There was also the hidden agent, Sammy Dudley, who was about to be conferred the title of marquis.
Among the five commanders, other than Carl Mason of northern Hansworth and Zayn Ziegler of the Central Plains who were slightly weaker and were still at the War God realm, the remaining three commanders Gordon Lowe, Bryan Goldman, and Luke Yates had already entered the marquis realm.
Don’t forget, Gordon and Luke were the holy left-and right-wing guards of King Braydon back then.
They were extraordinary to begin with!
There was also a small secret, and that was that Spirit Sword Gordon Lowe was the grandson of the current Duke Lowe!
His only grandson.
This information was a secret.
Those who knew were the core higher-ups of the northern army.
Thus, perhaps this was the reason why Cole Colbie, who had led the imperial guards of the north and pointed his blade at Dominic Lowe, did not kill that old fool.
In the end, Dominic was Gordon’s biological grandfather!
However, Gordon had never mentioned this matter. As the grandson of Duke Lowe, he was born noble. Even if he lived in the capital, he was still one of the best of the younger generation. He had the support of the old master of the Lowe family.
In the capital, the number of people who dared to provoke Gordon could be counted on one hand.
Unfortunately, Gordon was sent to the north when he was young. After he was all grown up, his personality was cold, and he did not have any sense of belonging to the Lowe family.
Dominic had negotiated with the north several times to bring Gordon back.
In the end, he was rejected by the northern army on the spot because Gordon had never thought of returning to the Lowe family.
However, it could be seen how terrifying the northern army was at their peak.
There were five kings!
The three sons of the north, Old Man Zito and Ernest Lanford.
They were the five kings!
There were close to twenty marquises.
Yuri Qualls and the others, as well as the various Heavenly Kings and commanders, all had the potential to become kings.
To be precise, the generals and warriors of the northern army were all from the younger generation.
Outsiders now saw the northern army as extremely terrifying and at an unprecedented peak.
Under the command of Braydon Neal, the Northern King, there were many fierce generals who were brave and good at fighting. They had never been defeated!
Little did they know that the northern army’s potential was far from being fully revealed.
It was estimated that in the next thirty years, the overall strength of the northern army would be in a period of growth.
The reason was simple. Just look at how old the commander of the northern army and the commanders of the other armies were!
The core members were all around the age of twenty, cultivating ancient martial arts. In the eyes of many old martial artists, they were full of vitality and belonged to the stage of soaring strength.
Everyone had great potential.
Potential meant that Yuri and the others could continue to improve.
The overall strength of the entire northern army was increasing.
Who would dare to offend such an army!
Not to mention, there was also King Braydon who had been conferred two more titles.
Once Braydon accepted the titles on the summit of Mount Tanish, he would become the only Garrison King in the country and be given the title of Viceroy of Hansworth!
Where the viceroy stood, the ministers bowed their heads!
The Garrison King stood in the military headquarters, and the hundred generals would bow their heads.
That was why it was said that after Braydon was conferred the titles on Mount Tanish, that signified his ascension to the throne.
These were all facts!
People in the north were like dragons.
No one could afford to offend them.
Braydon stood under the banyan tree. His deep eyes looked at the girl giggling in front of him. Her soft long hair was behind her shoulders. She was wearing casual clothes that could not hide her slender legs and slender waist. Her silvery laughter was endless.
She was Heather Sage.
“I really want to protect this smile forever,” Braydon chuckled.
Old Man Zito lowered his head and smiled foolishly without saying a word.
He was not stupid.
He sensed that Braydon’s state of mind was in a mess, and that girl had stirred up his calm heart.
Only the people around him could sense this.
If the news were to leak out, the capital might really take Heather away!
The capital would not allow anyone to affect the Northern King’s growth.
The northern territory was still alright. The north was ruled by Braydon, and no one dared to touch the girl that their army commander was protecting.
Other factions? No one could tell.
As more and more martial artists entered the market, the number of people increased as well.
In the core area of the market, there was a special VIP area. Kendrick Lua occupied a seat where people could take a look at the sharp weapon that he had personally forged.
The weapons forged by second-rate blacksmiths were incomparably sharp. It was not difficult for them to slice through flesh and break bones.
For martial artists who revered strength, it was undoubtedly a treasure that they admired.
Kendrick had brought thirty weapons. There were all sorts of weapons, and each of them had a different price. The lowest price was three hundred thousand.
Next to Kendrick stood a stall. Yash Wonka and the others from the market helped to set up the items. They were so tired that they were sweating.
The owner of the stall was a mellow Daoist priest.
The Daoist priest was lying on a chair with a missing leg. He reeked of alcohol and was snoring in his sleep. He was still holding half a chicken drumstick in his hand.
He did not have the temperament of a cultivator at all. Instead, he looked like a merchant.
“Daoist Hooch, the stall is ready!” Yash reminded him respectfully.