The Strongest War God

Chapter 138 - 138 The Third Person

138 The Third Person

Gunter Bell and the other four were warned not to mention a word about today’s matter to anyone else.

Especially about the governor and King Braydon Neal.

If the five of them dared to mention it to outsiders, they must think that the capital’s garrison was a group of people to be trifled with!

Or did they think that the imperial guards of the north were all kind people?

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They could not afford to offend any of the capital’s garrison or the northern imperial guards!

At the Neal family manor, the black car entered the manor.

Ginny Neal was very cute as she waved her little hands. “Big brother!”

“Who is this little girl?” Westley Hader asked curiously as soon as he got off the car.

Braydon i smiled. “My fourth uncle’s child. She’s my only sister. Her name is Ginny Neal. Ginny, this is your brother Westley Hader, and this is your brother Tristan Yandell. Greet them!”

“Hello, Big Brother Westley, Hello, Big Brother Tristan!”

Ginny was already ten years old and was very well-behaved and sensible.

Westley’s eyes were filled with love as he caressed the little girl’s head. He flipped his hand and took out a purple-gold token and handed it to Ginny, saying, “Ginny, keep this. When you grow up, go to the capital and play with Brother Westley.”

“Westley!” Braydon frowned.

This purple-gold token was a governor’s token!

With this purple-gold token, all the elites of the capital’s garrison had to listen to the order, as if they were seeing the governor.

Those who disobeyed the order would die!

Westley said helplessly, “The governor’s order can protect Ginny. No one can bully her with it. After all, she calls me Brother Westley. How can I let Ginny call me that for no reason?”

His soft voice revealed the loneliness of people like Westley Hader.

The north’s three sons had become famous at a young age. Their destinies had been decided since they were young.

Braydon sat alone on the peak of Mount Bliz.

When the old general Finley Yanagi was still alive, he kept telling Braydon through other things that the king of the northern region could only be alone. He had to distinguish between his fellow soldiers and his subordinates.

Westley was no different!

When he was nine, someone from the capital went to the north to discuss with Finley Yanagi that one of the three sons of the north must be transferred out of the north to the capital to inherit the position of the garrison’s governor.

The governor of the garrison was young and held a high position. He was in charge of the 70,000 elite martial artists of the garrison, as well as the head of the dark division and the five commanders. He had even more real power.

To the martial artists in the world, they were more afraid of this governor.

When Westley took over the position of the governor, it just so happened that martial artists were causing trouble in Ludwig.

A total of 9,000 solo martial artists had gathered in Ludwig.

In order to compete for the spiritual herbs unearthed from the ancient tomb, they attacked and killed each other.

As a result, more than a hundred people in the ordinary village at the foot of the mountain were affected by the martial artists and died tragically overnight.

After this incident.

The governor, Westley, was furious. He personally put on his armor and held his sword. He led 5,000 garrison troops from the capital to Ludwig and massacred all the martial artists in the mountain.

Not a single one was left alive.

It was a great taboo for martial artists to hurt ordinary people.

Anyone who crossed this line would die!

There were rumors that during the incident in Ludwig, there were not just 9,000 solo martial artists, but 90,000 people!

However, these martial artists were all killed by the governor, Westley, who had a three-foot iron sword.

From then on, Westley’s fierce reputation was established!

This had caused the martial artists in the thirteen lands of Ludwig to suffer heavy losses and had yet to recover.

That battle was on the third day Westley had become the governor. That battle shocked all the martial artists in the world, and they did not dare to act recklessly.

In the bright hall, the food and wine were already prepared.

Braydon raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. He smiled faintly “How’s life been in the capital for the past three years?”

“I’m not as comfortable as I was in the north!” Westley said.

“That’s right, I want to go back to the north!” Tristan Yandell said enthusiastically.

“As one of the three great governors of the garrison, you have neglected your duty. Depending on the situation, you will be punished accordingly. Fifty military whips!” Westley shot a glance at him.

Tristan was furious. He wanted to say something, but he did not dare.

In front of Westley, he was just a little brother!

Braydon did not know whether to laugh or cry at his cowardly appearance. He knew very well that if Westley did not want to let Tristan leave, he would not be able to come to Preston.

However, only by letting Tristan come to Preston would Westley have a reason to follow him. To the outside world, he could say that he was here to arrest Tristan, who had neglected his duty, and bring him back to the capital.

Of course, Westley’s actual purpose was to take this opportunity to meet Braydon.

Tristan was obviously a scapegoat.

As for Westley, he also knew that it was impossible for him to return to the northern territory.

Back then, the capital city had been looking for the next governor for a long time, and in the end, they had set their eyes on the three sons of the north.

The three young geniuses.

All the major forces in Hansworth were envious!

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Therefore, the appointment of Westley as the governor was decided eleven years ago.

How could he let him quit just because he said so?

If Westley did not do it, who could command the 70,000 garrison elites of the capital?

Who had the power to intimidate someone like Tristan?

Furthermore, Gordon Lowe and the other five commanders had to be managed by the three sons of the north who were born in the northern territory.

The reason was simple. People born in the north were arrogant. Each of them is more arrogant than the next.

If he was not someone they acknowledged, then who would someone like Gordon Lowe acknowledge?

There was also the Southern Hansworth troublemaker, Luke Yates, who was an even more lawless and ruthless.

Only people like the three sons of the north could intimidate them. If it were anyone else, even the old seniors who had been in seclusion for a hundred years might not be able to suppress them.

If Tristan took over as the governor, Gordon Lowe, Bryan Goldman, and Luke Yates would all beat the crap out of him.

Therefore, Westley could not resign from the position of the governor.

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Now that Westley was clear about it, he did not mention it anymore. He glanced at Tristan and said, “Brother, are you going to bring him along?”

“The little monkey has been stuck at the ninth-level War God level for too long. Let him stay with me, and when he becomes a marquis, I’ll let him go back.”

Braydon knew that it was not easy for Westley to become the governor. He needed someone to help him, and it had to be someone from his own side.

That was why Westley had left the country alone and headed to the capital to take up the post of the governor.

At that time, Tristan, who was in the north, left the country and entered the capital city to help Westley.

Of the three great governors, one of them was the chief while the other two were from the northern territory.

How could Braydon bear to embarrass his brother?

Westley smiled brightly. “Then, I’m relieved. My brother is the best.”

“Alright, let’s go back to the capital when we’re full!” Braydon wanted to drive them away.

Westley took out a folder and said before he left, “Yeah, the garrison of the capital is very busy. I took the opportunity of Tristan’s sneaky escape to come here and see you. This is the information on that person!”

A folder fell.

Braydon had said it before, this time, he was coming back to kill three people.

The first was Gerald Neal.

The second was Harry Quinn.

Two of them were already dead. As for the third person, there was no news about him.

The third person was the previous top dog of Quill, Searle Lambert.