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Without a doubt.
No martial artist was willing to deal with the Central Plains main team.
Usually, everyone would hide from them!
Rowan Flitwick urged them to stay. âDonât worry, everyone. Itâs my fault for being thoughtless. But think about it, even if the Flitwick family doesnât invite him, you giving the Flitwick family face today by coming here today will surely alert the Central Plains main team. By then, they would come uninvited! â
As he spoke, many people nodded.
They all knew that Rowan was right.
However, this sentence undoubtedly pushed the Central Plans main team to the opposite side of everyone.
In other words, these martial artists were placed on the same side.
Sammy Dudleyâs footsteps were like a tiger. As he walked, no one dared to look him in the eye.
Rowan stepped forward and cupped his hands. âCommander Dudley, sorry for not welcoming you. Please come in!â
âPatriarch Flitwick, you donât have to be so polite.â
Sammy was humble and polite.
Those who did not know the inside story would think that this new commander was a warm-hearted person.
Only Rowan knew that he could not be careless.
He knew that the commander in front of him was definitely more difficult to deal with than Zayn Ziegler.
It was only because of Sammyâs history that no one dared to underestimate him.
Who was Sammy?
A top-notch hidden agent of the northern army!
At the age of 20, he became a War God. He should be 26 years old now and had already been conferred the title of marquis.
In this life, if such a person did not die, he would definitely be conferred the title of king!
Moreover, Sammy had been doing this for a full ten years.
In Namar, he showed his talents at the age of 16 and later joined the imperial army of Namarâs capital, Linar. He was ranked first among the eight deputy commanders and was highly regarded by the countryâs ruler, Cameron Linar.
This was someone who could get close to the ruler of Namar.
What was even more fatal was that he was a hidden agent of the northern army.
To do this in secret.
Who dared to look down on Sammy!
If it was not because of the Namarâs envoy group, Sammy could still hide in the upper echelons of Namar and continue to send a large amount of top-secret information to the northern army.
For this reason, no one who was familiar with Sammyâs past dared to underestimate this commander!
Sammy was brave and resourceful. He had been a hidden agent for ten years and had a belief unique to the northern army.
Such a person, once he became an enemy, no one dared to be careless!
Sammy did not act rashly and let Rowan entertain the honored guests. He went to the living room and sat at a table alone, drinking a bottle of wine alone.
Braydon was dressed in a snow-white robe as he walked around the Flitwick family.
Old Man Zito smiled foolishly and followed him quietly like a stalker. He did not say anything, just like an ordinary old man.
Or perhaps, he was more like an old servant who was taking care of Braydon.
No one seemed to care about Braydonâs arrival.
Everyoneâs attention was focused on Sammy.
As for Braydon, who came with Sammy, he was just a young man in white.
None of the people present paid attention to him.
However, on the other side of the manor, there was a group of young people gathered by a small pond, drinking and having fun.
A girl in a white dress sat quietly in the pavilion.
She had bright eyes, white teeth, and an elegant temperament. Her eyes were clear as she caressed the piano in front of her.
Her fair fingers gently played the strings, producing a pleasant and crisp jingle. It was like a small bridge and flowing water, making people feel relaxed and happy.
âNice piano!â
Braydon was thirty meters away, but his hearing was sharp. He praised the music coming from the piano.
Around the pavilion, there were nearly fifty young people.
No one knew who Braydon was!
A young man in Armani sportswear glanced over and snorted coldly. âOf course, itâs nice. Itâs more than enough to match Savannah. You only praise the piano and not the person.â
Braydon smiled calmly as he walked into the pavilion.
Another thin young man frowned. âIâve never seen you before. Which family are you from? Do you know us?â
âThereâs no need to argue. No matter who comes today, they can all listen to me play the piano. Can you tell what kind of piano this is since you praised it?â n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The girl in the white dress opened her cherry lips slightly, and the entire place was silent.
No one dared to disobey this girl!
It could be seen that her status was definitely extremely high among this group of young people.
Braydon came to the front of the pavilion, intending to open the curtain and enter.
This made the thin young man angry. âHow dare you!â
âCome in. If you donât look closely, it will be difficult to tell what kind of piano it is just by the sound of the piano,â the girl said gently.
Braydon entered the pavilion.
A girl in a white dress was sitting at the side, and there was a girl in green beside her. Compared to the face of the owner of the piano, the girl in green paled in comparison. The girl chuckled. âPlease sit.â âCan I take a look at this piano?â
Braydon was interested.
In his eyes, the piano in front of him seemed to be more attractive than the girl.
âOf course!â The girl nodded gracefully.
âMiss, you never let outsiders touch the sycamore piano. Even if itâs dirty, you wonât let me touch it and clean it. Heâs a boy. How can he know the way of music? What if he damages the piano?â
The girl in green was a little worried.
However, the girl in the white dress shook her head gently, indicating that she should stop talking.
The green-clothed girlâs gaze was hostile. âKid, do you know anything about music? Iâm warning you, if you break the piano, you wonât be able to afford it!â
âLola, thatâs enough!â The girl in white seemed to be from a proper background, so she told the girl beside her to stop talking.
Braydon chuckled as he took off the Northern King sword and the black cloak around his waist.
These two items were the symbols of the northern army! The Golden Qilin on the cloud, the Northern King sword.
They all belonged to the military commander!
Braydon calmly sat down and said, âIf I break the piano, you can choose one of these two things. I can give it to you!â
After saying this.
Old Man Zito stood outside, his mouth twitching slightly.
His Young Master was really willing to do so!
The Northern King sword and the official robe of the cloud Qilin.
None of them were ordinary items.
As for the girl in the green dress, her name was Lola Langley.
âIs this what youâre using as collateral?â she said in disgust. âHow much can a worn robe be worth? And this sword looks a little dirty no matter how you look at it. How can it compare to my missâs piano?â
âLola, donât be rude!â
The girl in plain clothes frowned, and there was a hint of reprimand in her
eyes.
Lola felt a little wronged and did not dare to speak anymore.
The girl in white had a look of shock in her clear eyes. She reached out her cold hand and gently brushed the sheath of the Northern King sword with her slender fingers.
She was very patient. She gently folded the cloud treading Qilin robe, making it square.
The front was revealed, the entire golden cloud treading Qilin.
The golden Qilin stepped on the white clouds with its four hooves. It was not angry, but it was imposing and exuded a holy aura.
Only then did Lola see it clearly and said in surprise, âIs this pattern embroidered with golden thread?â
âItâs made of golden threads. This is the most beautiful pattern in the world!â
The girlâs clear eyes were filled with love.
She liked this golden Qilin.
âIf you like it, Iâll give it to you!â Braydon chuckled..