The room fell silent as everyone awaited Braydon Neal's response, a response that didn't come immediately.
He could sense that anyone favored by Lauritz Hagan likely had an exceptional background, perhaps even possessing extraordinary abilities.
It wouldn't be surprising if this individual had a remarkable lineage, akin to possessing ten eyes.
"I appreciate your kindness, but I'm afraid I cannot accept help from an outsider," Braydon murmured softly, his words tinged with the pride ingrained in the people of the Northern Army, who staunchly refused aid from unfamiliar sources.
It was a pride that bordered on arrogance, reflecting the longstanding tradition of self-reliance among the people of the Northern Army.