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Bentley Johnson thought to himself. What kind of big shot was this? The name on the paper was an S-level secret.
If that was the case, the identity of this big shot was probably at least SS-level.
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Moreover, he would be a rather powerful duke, a figure with great power!
Just as Bentley was deep in thought.
Ginnyâs small face broke into a big smile as she called out sweetly, âHey, Brother Sammy, Iâm here to draw a lot!â
âAlright!â
Sammy Dudley personally carried the wooden box and bent down to let Ginny reach her hand in.
This scene made many people look at each other.
Everyone was not stupid. They sensed that this little girlâs background was probably a big one!
The commander of the Central Plains main team personally bent down to carry the box for her and asked her to draw the name.
He was doing this only for her.
Little did they know that Sammy was personally carrying the box so that he could pull tricks.
Ginny reached in and took out a card.
She whispered, âBrother Sammy, I want to draw another one!â
âWhy?â
Sammyâs cold face could not help but reveal a smile.
Ginny was not afraid of Sammy at all. The two of them were familiar with each other.
âIâm drawing one for Sister Heather.â
âYoung lady, this wonât do. According to the rules of the examination, the person who draws the opponent must be present in person.â
Bentley explained patiently with a smile.
In the end, Sammy smiled faintly. âItâs alright, Ginny. Draw another one. This is for Heather.â
âAlright, youâre the best, Brother Sammy!â
Ginny smiled sweetly. This time, she put her left hand in and drew another card.
Lawson Babcock, the inspector of Quill, frowned and said, âCommander Dudley, this is against the rules. Moreover, everyone in the examination hall is watching.â
âDo I need you to teach me how to do things?â
Sammy shot a cold glance over, and a hint of killing intent faintly surfaced.
This was intimidation!
Lawson was an ordinary person. His expression changed slightly. Killing intent surrounded him, making him feel very uncomfortable. He could not help but be angry. âYouâ¦â
âA mere inspector has no right to bark in front of me!â
Sammy was incomparably cold and arrogant.
The commander of the Central Plains was from the Northern Army, and the people of the Northern Army were very arrogant.
Everyone knew that!
After all, the commander of the northern army was King Braydon!
Lawsonâs face was ashen when he heard that.
He was probably boiling with anger!
Bentley tried to ease the atmosphere. âYoung lady, you canât draw two cards.
The second one is invalid. You can ask your sister to draw one herself.â
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Ginny carefully placed the card in her left hand on the table and turned around to leave the stage.
âGinny, why did you only bring one card?â Braydon asked in surprise.
âThey didnât let me draw two, saying that Sister Heather has to draw it herself!â
Ginny lowered her head and whispered. She seemed a little sad that she had
not done what her brother had asked her to do.
Braydon smiled dotingly and caressed her head. âAlright, Iâll personally go and see what Sammy is doing!â
After saying that.
Braydon held Heatherâs cold hand with his right hand and his sister with his left. They got up and walked toward the stage.
It was the moment he stood up.
Sammy could not help but look over, his face covered in cold sweat. He turned around and shouted, âBentley, youâve stirred up trouble!â
âCommander Dudley, what do you mean?â
Bentley could not help but be stunned.
âThe person you asked to personally draw the opponent is walking over here. Think about how youâre going to explain yourself!â Sammy said hoarsely.
His cold words made Bentley follow his gaze and look down the stage. Cold sweat instantly broke out on his face.
A white-robed young man was walking over from afar, holding the hand of a beautiful girl with an elegant temperament.
The two of them were like a couple, and they even brought the girl who had left earlier!
Who was this young man in white?
Bentley had seen him last night. Unless he had dementia, how could he forget him so quickly?
At this moment, Bentley finally understood something.
He finally understood why Ginnyâs background information was blank!
Because one of Ginnyâs relatives was the Northern King!
Braydonâs name, when it appeared on paper, was already an S-level secret. If there was any information about Braydon, it would be classified as SS-level secret.
As for Braydonâs detailed information, his life record was in the secret database of the Northern Army, which was an SSS-level top secret.
At this moment, Bentley was completely stunned.
He saw Braydon holding a girlâs tender white hand as he walked over. He knew that this girl had a special relationship with the Northern King.
Braydon smiled. âSammy, whatâs going on? Why didnât you ask Ginny to draw another card?â
âSammy Dudley greets the commander. This subordinate deserves to die ten thousand times!â
Sammy cupped his fists and knelt down on one knee. He lowered his head and broke out in cold sweat.
Braydon smiled. âStand up and speak. We, the Northern Army, do not kneel. Although you have been transferred to the Central Plains main team, you are still one of us!â
âGinny originally drew two cards, but Commissioner Johnson insisted on following the rules of the examination. Ginny left before I could say anything.â Sammy stood up and explained.
However, all the five thousand people in the examination hall were stunned.
Everyoneâs eyes were dull. Commander Sammy Dudley, who was regarded as an important figure, actually knelt down on one knee and saluted when a white-robed young man arrived.
This white-robed young man was so powerful!
Many examinees looked at him in awe.
Many people were the same age as Braydon, but their achievements were far different.
The many things that Braydon had experienced in the past ten years were things that many people would never be able to come into contact with in their lifetime.
âCommissioner Bentley Johnson greets Lord Northern King!â Bentleyâs face was covered in cold sweat as he bowed.
His bow.
Not only did Braydon not return the greeting, but he even said softly,
âCommissioner Johnson, you donât have to be so courteous.â
Bentleyâs face was covered in cold sweat, and he was secretly complaining deep down.
Braydon looked at the wooden box that was used to draw lots and reached into it to take out a card. He looked at Bentley indifferently and asked softly,
âCommissioner Johnson, does this card count?â
âIt counts!â
How could Bentley dare to say no?
If he did not know how to appreciate favors, his position as commissioner would be gone!
Even Dominic Lowe, the head of the civil officials, did not dare to go against Braydon. How could Bentley go against Braydon?
Last night, Dominic had been chased around the capital by Syrus Yanagi, Tobey Lapras, and a few other lunatics. In the end, he hid in the cellar and slept there for the night.
In this era, generals suppressed civil officials.
There was no doubt about it!
Braydon was standing here.
Commander Sammy lowered his head and remained silent.
Commissioner Bentley broke out in cold sweat.
This was King Braydon!