A smile appeared on Flynn’s face too.
He waved a hand, and the troops standing behind him immediately. directed their cannons elsewhere.
Nash and Jasper walked out together.
Both drew in sharp intakes of breath when they saw the battle array.
The oppressiveness that the North Army was bearing upon them. caused both men, who were well-
known figures in the world of assassins, to tremble with fear.
However, Nash soon regained his wits.
He had dealt with mercenaries on previous missions.
Additionally, he also had experience handling tanks and bazool
“Greetings, Young Marshal..”
Meyer approached them and saluted in greeting.
Flynn also hurried over, puffing his chest out as he gave them at proper salute.
Young marshal?
The corners of Nash’s lips curved upward as he said, “I’ve been treating you generals as my brothers,
but you view me to be lesser than you are?”
Meyer and Flynn exchanged nces.
Both of them had shocked looks in their eyes.
Did the young marshal not know he was the Warden’s son?
Meyer was about to offer an exnation when Flynn piped up before. he did, “It’s our way of showing
how highly we generals value you.
After all, being brothers is nothingpared to being father and son. Don’t you agree, Meyer?”
“Huh? Yes, yes, he’s right!”
Meyerughed loudly.
Nash smiled slightly and sped his hands together as he said,
Thank you both foring all this way to save me!”
When Meyer noticed the two gashes along the shoulder seams of
Nash’s shirt, the look on his face turned grim. “Did they use corporal punishment on you?”
Then, he bellowed, “The audacity… Ready your cannons!”
Nash hurriedly said, “No, no, I did this to myself by ident!”
No matter what, members of the National Martial Bureau were involved in this.
The fact the North Army dared attack the National Martial Bureau was already enough to incite fear in
him. Besides, he was also worried that Philix would get in trouble.
Since he had made it out, there was no point in fighting the National Martial Bureau anymore.
Flynn smiled as he said, “Allow me to make the introductions. This is
Xylom Méyear Colonel Orwell’s eighth trump card. My name is Flynn Pornfreyyandd barn the sixteenth
trump card!”
Xylon Meyerrwithatia magnificent-sounding name.
However, he doobked scruffy around the edges, and he also had a terrible temper
Yet, that highlighted to way he approached battles.
One could imaginequsst bowmandeering his presence on the battlefield wes
Meanwhile, Flynn looked notice and demure.
He was probably more of steascgist who did better atmanding troops off the battlefield.
The two were a perfect mix of bass and brains, which was bound to produce unexpected results on
taateld.
Nashmitted their names to ventory before he sped together once more and said. “Thandyyo
booth!”
Wanting 10 immediately head home and chlection Hera and the others, Nash added, “There are sorne
other rnaatters I have to take care of! If you don’t find it beneath you, I’d likeatonvite you to mye for
a warm cup of tea!”
No.0, we’d love to!”
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vlyt v wanted to spend more time with the Werdon’s soon..
Anema tolong day spent ving away, it would not be yooomach to spend one evening rxing, would
it?
We’ll pass. There’s still plenty awaiting our attention back in the Northern Territory!”
lynn gave Meyer a long, pointed dot
le seemed to be saying, ‘He was only winng you to tea to be polite.
Are you really thinking of intruding upon hiss graciousness even
urther?
Oh, yes, yes. We have plenty to attend to. Neg: tirine!”
tever understood what Flynn was trying todee him, and he flushed
ecause night had fallen.
Ash left with Jasper after they had finished eanquia puessantries.
cev moved swiftly and practically disappeared intoahe aarteess
panin seconds.
dalf an hourter, the two made it out of Mount Tame.
heshateneorately took his phone out and dialed Here’s number..
pon cospon connected.
Hash
ed on his mamets name tearfully
ning Hera’s voice, stce, Nash heaved an inward sigh of relier. his eyebrows repnows remained
knnted together as he asked, “Is Thurt?”
bed. “Melody is grovelcioravely injured. She can’t hang on much
longer…”