Salute To The General

Chapter 1946



"Sherman, you know that's not what I meant," Gillian said quickly.

"I'm just saying that you don't have experience in dealing in the city without your father. What's more, Nathan had been the General of the North in his day. People call him the God of War for the number of people he had slaughtered."

“I'm just afraid you are no match for him,” she said.

"Gillian, you're overthinking," Sherman interrupted confidently.

“I have learned a thing or two by my father's side for years. I don't claim to be as good as him, but even if I had half my father's skill, it would be enough to deal with Nathan."

"Besides, I'm not going alone. I have with me four of my father's Mighty Twelve Warlords. Nathan will have a hard time trying to kill me."

Just then, Gillian noticed four men behind Sherman that stood out among the rest.

The first of which was a plump monk in expensive robes. Unlike most monks, this one radiated evil and destruction. His name is Pathol, one of Mighty Pax's Twelve Warlords.

The second one had a tall and broad frame, but his most striking features were his purple beard and light blue eyes. He was Morgoth, another Mighty Warlord.

The third had a slender build. Face sharp as a knife, gaze cold and prating. He looked cool and intimidating. He is called Maha.

not showered in days. There was a gourd filled with liquor on his waist. He was

deadliest assassins. They conquered

one of them had the

ease after she saw Sherman's

I was overthinking," Gillian laughed. "With Uncle's

forward to the good news. Bring Nathan's head

Goldsteins came forward

luck.

living like a hermit here at the villa ever since

had never been the

was slightly overwhelming,

Warlords and accompanied

He had spent three days in Brimmopolis drinking and womanizing,

Pathol had to remind Sherman of their mission. "Mr. Goldstein, we have a job to do. We need to leave for

was drunk. With

said irritably, "I'm having a

going t Channing?

they do here at

anywhere tonight.

walls of Lamburg Mountain Villa, has had to live like a monk since young. Many earthly pleasures were