My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1363

Tristan’s pupils contracted slightly. Why was this powerful figure being so courteous to Nash?

Not daring to be presumptuous, Nash politely said, “Please, Mr. Varhess, have a seat first.”

Anton opted out of standing on ceremony and plopped himself onto

the seat.

Nash then turned to Otis and Tristan, asking, “Why don’t you two also

take a seat?”

Otis chuckled nervously. “We’ve been sitting for quite a while. We’re

fine with standing.”

Hearing this answer, Nash was even more certain that Anton was not as kind as he appeared.

Glancing faintly at the two, Anton said, “If Mr. Calcraft asks you to sit, then you sit. Do you think I’ll eat you up?” At that, Otis and Tristan trembled slightly before finally taking a seat on the couch. Nash also

took his seat.

Anton raised his hand and pointed to the coffee table. A stream of light emanated from the ring on his right thumb toward the coffee table. As the light dissipated, a longsword and a red certificate appeared on the table.

Smiling faintly, he said, “You pacified the Southern Martial Alliance. The Sovereign has rewarded you with the Nine Dragons Sword. This certificate is identification of the commander of the Celestial Dragon

Squadron.”

Otis and Tristan gasped in shock. The Nine Dragons Sword was a legendary divine sword of Drakonia that was said to contain the souls. of nine dragons within it. Its blade was also forged from the melted

of nine dragons.

an organization

established 50 years ago but

planning to have Nash establish the Celestial Dragon Squadron by

certificate?

at the Nine Dragons Sword. His eyes shone a

but he was unable to see

felt immense pressure from it. What a

was something that surpassed

artifacts!

grabbed the sword that was floating

the hilt with his right, he pulled slightly. The sword emitted a crisp hum. Cold light shone across

cheek

quickly pushed the sword back into its scabbard,

he could not help but inhale sharply at this moment. Just the sword’s light had been enough to injure him and disrupt a large number

genetic warriors would be

in his hand.

out a bottle of cintment from his

It’ll repair the clotting

Sword into his own storage ring and accepted the ointment, rubbing some onto his wound. The ointment felt cool at first, then turned hot as the

began to

the Celestial Dragon

face and asked.

forces-the Divine Strategy Squadron,

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the National Martial Bureau and the

matters, while the Divine Strategy