After receiving no response for half an hour, shots were fired. Xylon informed Flynn of Ster’s order,
and the man was in disbelief. “Are you sure you told Colonel Orwell that there are two majors from two
different territories here?”
Xylon’s impulsive temperament was one thing, but for even Colonel Orwell to be so impulsive, he was
beginning to wonder if he was too calm.
In the Northern Territory, under the starry sky, Philix was draped in a cloak as he stood at the summit of
Mount Boundary. He was gazing at the distant snowy mountains. Behind him, Ster had just ryed
the news from Jonford as well as the orders he had issued.
The cold wind howled, piercing and bone-chilling. Philix remained silent for a long time. Ster asked,
“Warden, are you worried about the capital or the Southern and Eastern Territories?”
“Neither,” Philix answered slowly.
“In that case, are you concerned about the confirmation of that matter, or is it about the young
marshal?”
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Philix shook his head and sighed. “It’s nothing. Go rest. Also, tell Xylon and the others not to reveal my
rtionship with Nash.”
After saying that, he walked down the mountain without looking back, leaving Ster puzzled.
He still could not figure out what was the Warden’s concerns. Could it be homesickness? Philix got into
a Jeep and returned to his room in the Northern Territory base. He grabbed a mobile phone from a box
under the bed and dialed a number.
‘Sect Leader!”
“Send two Mystique Loyalty Realm experts from Heavenly Doors to Jonford.”
“Sect Leader, the Fourth and Fifth Elders are currently in secluded cultivation in attempts to break
through to the mid-Mystique Loyalty Realm. The Third Elder is in Jonford. Currently, we only have the
Grand Elder and the Second Elder…”
“Alright, have them go to Capiton and find Tristan. They are not allowed to leave their posts without my
orders!”
“Yes!”
After hanging up the phone, the creases on Philix’s forehead finally eased. The Heavenly Doors’
influence was something he used to deal with the Klein family, but now, he had to deploy them
elsewhere.
When he spoke with the country’s leader today, he was instructed or how to handle this matter. The
leader also mentioned that he might not participate in the next election anymore due to his advancing
age.
In Longford, the prime minister was elected every six years. The current prime minister had been re-
elected for three consecutive terms and was the same age as Philix, still in his prime.
Why would he suddenly lose interest in politics? The only possibility was that there was a problem in
the country’s capital.
Philix did not have many acquaintances in the capital, fewer more who were trustworthy. Tristan was
one of the few people he could trust.
He did not dare reveal the matter regarding the country’s capital. He had not even informed his trusted
subordinates about it. The news would only disturb military morale the moment it got out.
At the base on Mount Tame, Bobby sat in the guest room with the two majors, enjoying tea. Suddenly,
Peggy rushed into the room, her expression urgent.
“Grandpa Olsen, my grandfather is looking for you!”
Bobby stood up and followed Peggy to the office to answer the phone.
“Bobby, they intercepted a telegram from the Northern Territory just now. They’ll be taking action
shortly,” Otis’ voice came through the phone, sounding serious.
“Will they… really dare to take action?”
Bobby’s brows furrowed. While he could withstand ordinary weapons if they used heavier types, he
would not be able to withstand them despite his realm achievement.
After a moment of silence, Otis said again, “Release him.
Puzzled, Bobby asked, “Is this the bureau head’s decision?”
“His decision is that we’re responsible for the trouble we’ve caused,” Otis replied calmly.
Bobby sighed. “I understand.”
After hanging up the phone, Bobby turned to Peggy and said, “The situation has been rified. The
Smiling Grim Reaper had been impersonated. Release Nash.”