"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 inexplica
bly happy, finally feeling at ease after
their previous feelings of repression. So what if Tyler was General Lionh
eart? 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 somethin
g to do with my son's identity," Jacob said proudly.
Kate chimed in, "That makes sense. Dylan is a part of the Dark Panther Ca
valry 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 revele
d 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 matte
r who invited Keith.
"I believe this is just a birthday celebration. Why have you brought so m
any 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, c
reating a tense atmosphere.
"Sir Moran, this matter has nothing to do with you. I hope you won't inte
rfere," 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 f
amily. 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 n
ot 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 mome
nt, they heard an elderly yet commanding voice. It wasn't loud, yet it re
verberated through the entire place.
Following the voice, an elderly man with a white beard and matching eyebr
ows strolled in leisurely. He exuded a strong presence and had a piercing
gaze, evoking an overwhelming air with his every move. Though unintentio
nal, it was intimidating. As he walked through the doors, a
palpable weight seemed to descend upon the crowd, like rocks pressing dow
n 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 patria
rch of the Hill family, a highly skilled grandmaster, and a master of Bal
erno martial arts. He
commanded immense respect and admiration in the marital world. In the ent
ire seven provinces in Balerno, 100 thousand
martial artists followed his command. He was a true leader, revered by co
untless
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 m
ystery surrounding him. He rarely made appearances for anyone, and their
families weren't acquainted. Why would a martial arts master like him ste
p up for the Harmon family?
"Hector, did you invite Sir Hill?" Trent was dumbfounded.
Hector shook his head. "No."